Panjiayuan Fresh Goods Market is located in the southwest of Panjiayuan Bridge on the East Third Ring Road of Beijing City, covering an area of ​​nearly 50,000 square meters.

This market was formed in the early 1990s. With the rise and activity of folk antique art trading, it has become a large-scale antique art trading venue.

There are many stories about Pan Jiayuan, and there are many true and false legends.

Although the market is divided into street stall areas, ancient building areas, classical furniture areas, modern snow collection areas, stone carvings and carving areas, ordinary people often refer to street stall areas where the fish and dragons are mixed.

It is incorrect to describe it now as "mixed fish and dragons", because it cannot be said that there is no real thing on the street stall in Panjiayuan, but it is a dream to find a bargain.

"Just take a look at the things on these street stalls."

Sun Yumeng, who accompanied Yue Heng and Xu Jingchu to Panjiayuan, chattered all the way: "Don't get started. Ninety-nine:99% of them are all fakes. Don't ask for a bargain after seeing them, be careful of being cheated!"

Yue Heng smiled and said, "It seems that you are very experienced."

In fact, there is no need to remind Sun Yumeng at all. He also knows that the street stalls are full of modern antique handicrafts, but compared to the goods in the back street of Taijiang City God Temple, it is relatively advanced.

“That’s.”

Sun Yumeng grinned his nose proudly: "Grandpa has taken me here several times."

Although she is a member of the Sun family, she is also very popular in the Xu family and has lived with Xu Jingchu's grandparents for a long time.

I usually understand antique calligraphy and paintings by hearing and seeing.

She was afraid that Yue Heng would not know the situation of Pan Jiayuan, so she only knew that selling antiques here was the easiest to be cheated.

Considering that Yue Heng had given him a generous gift before, Sun Yumeng volunteered to help Yue Heng choose a gift.

Panjiayuan’s transaction volume is as high as billions in a year, and it is not up to the fakes on these street stalls.

This place brings together many time-honored antique shops in Beijing. As long as you find the right place and are willing to pay for it, you can buy real treasures.

Sun Yumeng took the two of them to an antique shop called "Jubaozhai".

The owner was a white-haired old man. When he saw Sun Yumeng bringing people in, he greeted with a smile: "Xiao Yumeng, what wind blows you today? Where is your grandfather?"

"Hello Grandpa Zhang, grandpa is at home."

Sun Yumeng greeted the other party politely, held Xu Jingchu's arm and said, "I will accompany my sister and brother-in-law to see calligraphy and paintings. Have you got new products in your store recently?"

The old man surnamed Zhang looked at Yue Heng and Xu Jingchu, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He smiled and said, "Do you want to give it to your grandfather? I have recently collected a painting by Mr. Qi, but the size is not large and the subject matter is not your grandfather's favorite."

Sun Yumeng looked at Yue Heng with his eyes.

"Look first."

Yue Heng admired the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall with interest.

He has no research on antiques, nor does he know how to appreciate the authentic works of calligraphy left by these literati and poets.

Let’s not talk about the authenticity value.

But Yue Heng had his own identification method. He looked at it one by one calmly, and his eyes suddenly condensed on an ancient painting.

The scene depicted in this painting is very classic fishing alone in the snow of the cold river.

Next to Linyin Temple near the distant mountains, an old man wearing a hat sits on the bow of the boat and fishes for a river of ice and snow.

A lonely and bleak breath hits my face.

"This is Zhang Yuan's painting."

The old man surnamed Zhang noticed Yue Heng's eyes and introduced: "Zhang was originally a painter in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. Although his fame was incomparable to Shi Tao, Bada Shanren and others of the same period, his level was also quite good."

Yue Heng asked, "Then how much does this painting cost?"

The old man surnamed Zhang smiled and said, "If you like it, take it away for 500,000 yuan."

Fame determines value. Zhang Yuan did not have much fame in history, and his paintings are naturally not valuable until now.

If it were Shi Tao's works, they would be priced at tens of millions or even hundreds of millions!

However, the higher the price, the more popular it is. Even if the paintings of second- and third-rate figures have a history of hundreds of years, the price is very affordable, and they are still unpopular in the market.

This painting by Zhangyuan has been hanging on the wall of Jubaozhai for many years, but has not found a suitable buyer.

The old man surnamed Zhang saw that Yue Heng was interested in this painting and did not deliberately offer a high price.

Yue Heng said, "I want it."

"Um?"

The old man surnamed Zhang was stunned.

Yue Heng handed over a bank card directly: "Swipe the card."

The old man surnamed Zhang didn't expect Yue Heng to be so happy that he bought it directly without even bargaining, and almost couldn't mess with him.

If it were someone else, he would immediately swipe the card and get the bag.

However, Sun Yumeng is not an ordinary person.

"Brother-in-law..."

Sun Yumeng couldn't help but pull Yue Heng's sleeve and asked weakly: "Let's take a look."

"Need not."

Yue Heng smiled and said, "This painting matches my horizon, so I choose it."

Sun Yumeng was speechless, wanted to say something and swallowed it back.

Yue Heng's attitude of purchasing was so firm that the old man surnamed Zhang naturally had no reason to refuse.

So he asked the friend to take off the painting and roll it up, put it into a special painting tube, and then swipe the card to pay.

"Thanks."

Yue Heng took the painting tube and the returned bank card and said to Xu Jingchu: "Let's go."

Xu Jingchu nodded.

After the three of them left, the old man surnamed Zhang frowned, always feeling something was wrong.

But if he thought about it carefully, he couldn't think of anything so.

"Brother-in-law."

As soon as he walked out of Jubaozhai, Sun Yumeng asked in a vain: "You, don't you want to give this painting to your grandfather as a gift, right?"

Yue Heng asked back: "What's the problem?"

Sun Yumeng was shocked: "No way!"

She thought Yue Heng bought this painting because she liked it. Now when she heard Yue Heng say she wanted to give it to Grandpa Xu Jingchu, she was anxious: "No calligraphy and paintings collected by grandpa are less than eight digits!"

Yue Heng’s painting is only 500,000 yuan, and it is considered a gift in ordinary people’s houses. It would be a joke if he took it to the Xu family at night!

The problem is that Yue Heng is obviously not short of money, so he gave her a big gold brick when he met.

Why did you make a fool of yourself at this time?

Sun Yumeng couldn't help but look at Xu Jingchu, and used his eyes to signal his sister to quickly let Yue Heng wake up.

Xu Jingchu smiled: "Have you found a bargain?"

Sun Yumeng was stunned when she heard this, and her sister was confused!

Who is the boss of Jubaozhai?

The famous old world in the circle, and the experts from the Palace Museum should not imagine finding a void in his hands.

What kind of virtue is Yue Heng?

Yue Heng nodded: "Yes."

He doesn't know how to appreciate or identify antique calligraphy and paintings, but he has extraordinary abilities that ordinary people do not possess.

In the entire Jubaozhai, only this painting has the fluctuations of strange objects.

I only spent only 500,000 yuan to buy it, what is it not to find a bargain?
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