Go and have a look around the Huizhou Antique Market alone.
After all, it's not common to come to such a place. If you don't wander around, it feels like this trip has been in vain.
"Hey, bro, you have to be careful when you're out."
Lu Xiaobu had his hands in his pockets and his tone carried a hint of helplessness." I know the people here, but I'm not very familiar with them."" Then don't cause me any trouble."
He knew that Qin Hao was just taking a chance. The antique business is very complicated and has many rules. He was really worried that Qin Hao would get into trouble.
"Please."
Qin Hao's mind was in a complete mess." It seems that every time I get into trouble, it's all your fault." When have I ever got into trouble?
"Ok, OK. You're right."
Lu Xiaobu waved his hand and said, "Let's hurry up."" I still have to go back to sleep and drive tomorrow."" Maybe you can really find the treasure. Then our trip will be worth it."
Qin Hao walked alone towards the antique market with a smile.
As soon as I stepped into the market, I saw an ancient City God Temple standing in the center, and the entire market seemed to extend outward from this center. The old street is paved with bluestone slabs, and the bustling crowds and closely arranged stalls are lined up one after another.
The market was bustling with stalls lined up and full of excitement, while the genuine antique shops were deserted.
Qin Hao was well aware of this: most of the items sold at street stalls were handicrafts, which were cheap and had unique designs. Occasionally, he would miss out on some fine ones. But those seemingly deserted shops actually have a stable customer base. They don't rely on individual customers, so they are never in a hurry to attract customers.
He had worked in an antique market before and naturally knew all the ins and outs inside.
People who come to such places can roughly be divided into two categories.
One category consists of the elderly. They come here not for shopping but for self-cultivation and self-improvement. For them, authenticity doesn't matter; appreciation is enough.
Another group of people, like Qin Hao, are taking a chance with the mindset of Taobao.
However, Qin Hao's purpose for this trip was another layer: to replenish his mental power.
He always felt that Jintong's ability might suddenly become ineffective one day, so the first thing he did when he woke up every day was to test it. Fortunately, up to now, Jin Tong's ability has remained very stable.
This time, time was limited, so he deliberately chose the calligraphy and painting stalls to observe. After taking a few steps, he also realized that it seemed to be getting easier and easier for him to absorb spiritual energy.
The antique market in Huizhou is larger in scale, more diverse in variety and more bustling than that in Yuncheng.
Qin Hao moved around among the stalls, but for a while, he didn't see anything decent. Some people, however, are buying some childhood toys, such as comic books and the like.
But when he saw the price clearly, he couldn't help raising an eyebrow - a set cost several thousand yuan.
He couldn't help but sigh that all these things had become antiques in Jining.
He suddenly remembered that Wu Bahui had once explained to him what an antique was.
Antiques are things that have been refined over time, which is why they are called antiques.
At that time, Qin Hao only thought that this person was talkative and had a bad character, but what he said did make some sense.
These "values bestowed by time" are indeed the essence of antiques.
He was lost in thought when suddenly a commotion came from ahead.
Qin Hao frowned and wanted to go and have a look.
"Don't get involved in the noise in a turbulent place."
The street vendor beside him raised his head to remind him.
Qin Hao nodded.
There is an old saying in China: Curiosity killed the cat. The meaning is very simple, but not many people truly understand its profound meaning.
But his curiosity still prevailed.
With Jin Tong's sharp observation skills, when he looked from a distance, the scene before him really took him by surprise.
It turned out to be a gang of pickpockets who committed the crime.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, they moved nimbly and smoothly, stealing the mobile phone and wallet silently, working in perfect harmony with each other.
Qin Hao was secretly surprised - it's really not easy to travel outside.
It was not until the market management personnel arrived at the scene that the pickpockets dispersed like a tide in an instant.
He sincerely thanked the vendor who had reminded him.
This might be the common sense in the martial arts world - although no one will say it explicitly, it can indeed save lives.
"Now we can go and have a look," the vendor said indifferently.
Qin Hao nodded and walked towards the scene of the incident.
Upon closer inspection, he found that the two people in the dispute were foreigners and they were arguing with the shopkeeper.
What on earth happened? Qin Hao asked.
Onlookers have roughly understood that there is an 80% chance that the shopkeeper is mistaken for deceiving foreigners, so the foreigners turn around and cause trouble.
The root carving in front of the store was kicked to the ground.
The shopkeeper looked helpless and turned to someone who seemed like a supervisor for help.
"Director Sun, this matter --"
He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.
The middle-aged foreign man was furious :" Are you the person in charge here?" This person deceived us by saying that these things were antique handicrafts. This is a serious fraud! You must punish him and compensate him, or I'll Sue you!
This sentence enraged many people at the scene.
"Even now, there are still people pedaling horses!"
Someone cursed loudly, and a young man was even about to rush forward.
Director Sun frowned and said, "Did I ask you anything?" Move aside.
The foreigner's expression froze for a moment, but under Director Sun's cold gaze, he had no choice but to take a step back and whisper to the translator.
The shopkeeper hurriedly explained, "Director Sun, that's it." Some of the root carvings on my stall are passed down in my family, while others are carved by myself. This foreigner bought this one today. It's passed down from my family and is worth five hundred. This price is not expensive. Even if I carved it myself, a hundred or two hundred would be normal.
I have never said it was an antique. If it is truly an antique, how could it be sold for only five hundred yuan?
The shopkeeper looked very depressed. Fortunately, it was just a tree root carving. Even if it broke, the damage was not significant.
Someone beside him testified for him, saying, "Yes, I was there at that time."
Another person also nodded in agreement :" Yes, I heard it too."
The translator's expression changed slightly and he hurriedly said a few words to the foreigner.
The foreigner shook his head at first. The translator hurriedly explained, and only then did the foreigner "suddenly understand ".
Qin Hao snorted coldly.
Standing aside, I heard it clearly. This translation is obviously misleading foreigners.
He almost rushed up and punched the man twice - such a thing is really despicable and shameless.
Just now, he clearly heard the whispers between the foreigner and the translator. Of course, he knew in his heart that it was not the foreigner's fault at all, but the translator was sowing discord.
Do you think this kind of situation where "translation sets the tone and intensifies conflicts" is common in the real antique market?
If you were Qin Hao, would you choose to expose the translator on the spot or observe first before taking action?
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