123 Picking Up Loot (2)

Were there already so many collectors nowadays?

This was the first time Liu Yanran had come to such a place. She was really not used to it.

Ye Xuan saw that there were too many people here. Many people imitated those who came earlier and parked their cars by the roadside.

Ye Xuan thought about it and said, "Let's park the car by the roadside and walk around."

Since they had already entered this place, they would do as the others did.

The two of them casually parked the car by the roadside. When the car beside them saw a Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly stop, it was so frightened that it immediately moved a few centimeters to the side.

If he accidentally touched it, he would lose his underpants!

Ye Xuan stood at the side and looked around. The real location of the antique shops in Jinling Peach Garden was a few hundred meters away from their parking spot.

The remaining empty space was filled with stalls of various sizes. Those who were more particular used tables, while most people chose a rag to spread on the ground. On it were some bottles and jars and some strange-looking items.

Most of the people who came and went were here to pick up loot.

If they really picked up good loot, it would be the same as winning the lottery. They would instantly become rich.

Most importantly, buying antiques and picking up loot sounded especially technical. It was something ordinary people could not do.

It was not like buying a lottery ticket, where one could only rely on luck.

Nowadays, newcomers who came here to pick up loot would not be stupid enough to be deceived and spend a lot of money to buy fake goods.

Television shows and various interviews had taught them some knowledge about antiques. Therefore, although antiques were popular now, there were fewer people who were scammed of hundreds of thousands of yuan when they were hot-headed.

Many people had already mentally prepared themselves before leaving the house. They only brought a certain amount of money. If they could buy it, they would buy it. If they couldn't buy it, they would go back. There was nothing bad about living a steady life.

The customers were starting to become smarter. The antique dealers had to think of new tricks to attract customers.

"Aiyo, this little brother looks like a blessed noble. Come to my stall and take a look. I'll give you a discount if there's anything you like!"

"Little kid, don't listen to him! Come to my side and take a look. Perhaps you can encounter something fated."

"What's wrong? Do you have a spatial ring with an old grandpa living inside? Don't fool the child!"

The few vendors did not seem to be new. When they saw the eight or nine-year-old Ye Xuan, they were unwilling to let him go and greeted him repeatedly.

In the end, they did not manage to recruit Ye Xuan. Instead, they almost fought with the vendors beside them.

Liu Yanran covered her mouth and giggled. She whispered, "This place is a little different from what I imagined."

Ye Xuan shook his head helplessly. It was indeed different.

Why did he always feel that selling antiques was very mysterious and high-end in the past?

It was because the sellers were all holding their breaths. If the customers did not take the initiative to ask, they would not say anything.

Even if they asked, the sellers would only answer them casually. The rest would depend on one's taste.

Whether one could bargain and what price they could bargain for completely depended on the price one set in their hearts.

To put it bluntly, buying and selling antiques was a psychological battle.

Liu Yanran listened with relish. Then, she looked around at the things in the stalls and said in disdain, "Since the stalls here don't even care about their style, let's go to the antique shops over there."

Ye Xuan waved his hand gently and said with a smile, "It looks like you really don't have much experience. You have to start from the street stalls to pick up antiques."

Although there were some newcomers with no foundation here, there were still too many old people who knew the rules. It was still very interesting to stroll around.

"This area covers an area of nearly 1,000 acres and was developed from the old flea market. Look at the people coming and going around here. There are tens of thousands of people coming and going every day. There are even many collectors from other provinces who came because of its reputation. The Tianjing Panjiayuan Market and Jinling Peach Garden are second to none in China." Ye Xuan introduced the market when he saw that it was Liu Yanran's first time here.

Liu Yanran's eyes widened when she heard that. "Does this place actually cover such a large area? In that case, the boss here didn't plan well and actually forced so many people to set up stalls."

In Liu Yanran's opinion, if someone had a status in the antique world or possessed something real in their hands, they would definitely have their own antique shop.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a huge loss for such precious things to be touched by so many people?

Ye Xuan was amused by Liu Yanran's words. He looked at this flirtatious beauty teasingly and said, "I didn't expect there to be something that Director Liu doesn't understand."

There had been a history of setting up stalls to sell antiques since ancient times. As time passed, a culture of setting up stalls had formed.

Which famous collector had not picked up something good from a street stall?

Ye Xuan pointed in the direction of the stalls. "Don't underestimate these stalls. There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons inside."

An ordinary-looking old stall owner might be a collector with a net worth of tens of millions.

Liu Yanran pouted, but her respect for Ye Xuan increased.

She never thought that Ye Xuan would actually study the profound antique business.

He was so outstanding in all aspects. He was simply inhuman.

Just as the two of them were conversing as they walked, they suddenly heard a surprised call from behind.