When we came to the flea market, it was quite lively.
Various stalls are filled with all kinds of old things.
Zhou Ziwen shuttled among the crowd, looking at the things sold at the stalls from time to time.
Although his main purpose is to buy mirrors, he will also buy them if he comes across something good.
You might find something good among these old goods.
Like some old objects, maybe they are antiques. They will be priceless in the future.
However, Zhou Ziwen has no research on antiques. Even if he encounters good things, he will not be able to find them.
But he doesn’t have other methods, such as Feng Shui. Using Feng Shui, he can feel some special atmosphere, especially for those items that have a long history and have stories. Feng Shui can give him something induction.
There is also carpentry skills, which can help him identify the quality and value of wood. Even in a pile of seemingly ordinary old furniture, he can find the truly valuable materials.
Zhou Ziwen's eyes carefully scanned the various stalls. He was silently running the Feng Shui technique in his mind, and at the same time using his carpentry skills to feel the texture of the wood.
He discovered that although most items were covered with traces of time, some items did hide something extraordinary beneath these traces.
In a corner stall, his eyes were attracted by a seemingly ordinary old wooden table.
The surface of this table has been polished smooth, but Zhou Ziwen can feel a special atmosphere exuding from it.
He stepped forward, gently touched the tabletop with his hand, closed his eyes, and used his carpentry skills to feel the grain and texture of the wood.
“Boss, what kind of wood is this table made of?” Zhou Ziwen asked the stall owner.
The stall owner was an old man with wrinkles on his face. He glanced at the table pointed by Zhou Ziwen and replied casually: "This table, I don't know what kind of wood it is. Anyway, it is quite old. If you want it, give it to me." Take it for ten yuan."
Zhou Ziwen's heart moved. He was almost sure that the wood of this table was very precious, probably huanghuali.
These woods are very rare and valuable in modern times. The value of these woods is not fully understood, so this table may be undervalued.
He carefully observed the texture and color of the tabletop and found that these characteristics were very similar to huanghuali wood.
Huanghuali wood is famous for its beautiful texture, hard texture and corrosion resistance. It is a good material for making high-end furniture.
In later generations, the price of huanghuali wood furniture could reach tens of thousands or even millions of yuan.
The transaction of huanghuali wood is usually settled in the weight unit "jin", with at least 10,000 per catty. It depends on whether the person can sell it or not.
Zhou Ziwen decided to buy this table.
He knew that even if the table was not huanghuali wood, its craftsmanship and age gave it a certain collection value.
He didn't counter-offer, just took out ten yuan and handed it to the old man, and then bought the table.
After buying the table, he stopped shopping at the flea market. He could buy a mirror anytime, but the table had to be moved back first.
That is to say, he was lucky today and recognized the material of this table. If someone else who knows the goods comes across it, nothing will happen to him.
Zhou Ziwen carefully moved the old wooden table back to his home without any delay.
Back home, Zhou Ziwen found a piece of clean cloth and gently wiped the tabletop. As the dust gradually faded away, the texture and color of the tabletop became clearer.
He observed carefully and became more and more convinced that this was huanghuali wood. The smooth texture, warm touch and light aroma are all unique characteristics of huanghuali wood.
"Son, why did you buy an old table?"
Watching Zhou Ziwen working on an old table, Zhou's mother was a little confused.
"Mom, don't underestimate this table. It's a good thing. It might be worth a lot of money in the future." Zhou Ziwen said to Zhou's mother with a smile. In this era, the value of huanghuali wood was relatively not as high as in later generations.
People do not fully understand the value of huanghuali wood, and its market demand is relatively small.
However, huanghuali wood has always been a precious wood with excellent texture and beautiful texture. In the eyes of some people who understand its value, it is still a precious thing.
Mama Zhou looked at the table dubiously and said, "Can this old table be worth a lot of money? I think it is just an ordinary wooden table."
Zhou Ziwen patiently said Explained: "Mom, this table is probably made of huanghuali wood. Huanghuali wood is a precious wood with high value."
After hearing this, Zhou's mother still didn't believe it: "Really Is it fake? Don’t be fooled.”
Zhou Ziwen said confidently: “Mom, don’t worry, I know a lot about wood.”< br>
Seeing Zhou Ziwen's vow, Zhou's mother began to believe it.
"Since it is so precious, you have to take good care of this table and don't bump into it."
"Don't worry, Mom, I will be careful." Zhou Ziwen smiled nod.
Now that he has recognized the material of this table, he is not ready to move anymore.
He thinks it’s pretty good as it is now. It’s not eye-catching at all. In the eyes of outsiders, it’s just an old table.
Of course, such a good thing should be well hidden, and the less conspicuous the better.
When the country opens up in the future, he will take it out openly.
Seeing that it was still early, Zhou Ziwen put the table down and went to the flea market.
Because of the table, he hadn't bought a mirror just now. This time he had to buy a mirror.
Coming to the flea market again, Zhou Ziwen continued to look for a suitable mirror.
In front of a stall, he found a suitable mirror.
This mirror is also a dressing table. The mirror is inlaid on a mahogany frame.
If you want to buy a mirror, of course you have to buy it together with the dressing table.
“Comrade, how can I sell this dressing table?” Zhou Ziwen asked.
The stall owner was a middle-aged woman. She glanced at Zhou Ziwen and then replied, "Little brother, do you want this dressing table? It's not expensive, only five yuan."
Zhou Ziwen looked at the dressing table carefully and found that it was quite well preserved and the mirror surface was clear, but the dressing table itself did not look very good.
But he has no use for this dressing table. He only wants the mirror on it.
"How about three yuan? Your dressing table is so old. I will take it back and renovate it." Zhou Ziwen tried to bargain. He knew that in the flea market, stall owners usually pre-paid Leave some room for counteroffers.
The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, seeming to be considering whether Zhou Ziwen's bid was appropriate.
Zhou Ziwen did not rush, and waited patiently for her response.
"Three yuan, if you give me three yuan, I'll sell it." The middle-aged woman thought for a while and started to bargain.
"Okay, three and a half yuan, I want it." Zhou Ziwen said, took out the money and handed it over.
When the middle-aged woman saw how cheerful Zhou Ziwen was, she felt a little regretful and felt that the price was too low.
Here, Zhou Ziwen had already carried the dressing table and rushed home. (End of this chapter)