Don't panic, I'm good at picking up leaks!

Chapter 3
Lin Shurong is the best in terms of looks and figure.

Coupled with the age of 27 or [-], the whole body is full of a mature charm.

Like a delicate flower waiting to be picked at any time!
Qin Fei was fresh-blooded, how could he stand such temptations, he just felt dry mouth: "Then what... Sister Rong, you can handle this relic Buddha bead by yourself, I'll go outside to let the air out!"

Looking at the back of him running away, Lin Shurong smiled and bent her waist: "A guy with a wicked heart but no guts, I can't stand it like this!"

Suddenly she thought that she had misunderstood Qin Fei just now, and she couldn't help but feel guilty.

It seems that she saw the right person!
Qin Fei, that's Qin Fei!
"This time, you have done my sister a big favor, and my sister will definitely not treat you badly..." Lin Shurong's beautiful eyes flickered, and the smile on the corner of her mouth touched people's hearts.

Kowloon Antique Street.

As the largest antique market in Chongqing, it is packed with people every day.

Those who join in the fun, those who have fresh pictures, those who pick up leaks, second-rate dealers... There are all kinds of people.

Only you can't think of it, without you can't see it.

Qin Fei was squatting at the entrance of an alley, letting the people around him come and go without moving him.

After several experiments, he confirmed without a doubt that his eyes can really see through!

But he was a little puzzled, why when he discovered the relic beads just now, he could see a layer of golden light on the surface of the beads.

Looking at other things, but no light at all?
Could it be that only babies can see the light?

Go try again!

Qin Fei rubbed his eyes and stood up.

Originally, he was still worrying about his father's medical expenses and his younger sister's tuition fees, and he didn't know what to do.

Now that you have this clairvoyant eye, are you afraid that you won’t be able to earn the money?

Thinking of this, Qin Fei plunged into the crowd.

Kowloon Antique Street winds for dozens of miles, not to mention formal stores and shops, there are thousands of large and small stalls.

As Qin Fei walked, his eyes carefully glanced over the gadgets on the various stalls.

"Brother, this is an authentic Yuan blue and white porcelain vase, don't miss it if you pass by!"

"The blue and white glaze is off, tell me it's authentic?"

"Handsome pot, the treasure of the study room bestowed by the Qing emperor in the middle and early Qing Dynasty, with the seal bestowed by Emperor Jiaqing on it, pack it with [-] yuan and take it away!"

"Hehe, are you sure that the middle and early Qing Dynasty was Jiaqing?"

"Boy, come take a look at mine. The picture of Tang Bohu's eight great beauties. The price is only 880. If you don't buy it, you will lose money, and you won't be fooled!"

"This is too much. Tang Yin's famous painting, the head of the four great talents, is only worth [-] yuan?"

Qin Fei laughed out of anger and couldn't help shaking his head.

Today's merchants are so unprofessional, they don't even have the most basic common sense.

But it's normal, after all, most of the people who set up stalls outside are fooling the layman, and the good things are either in the hands of famous people, or they are sold in big shops.

Of course, it’s not that there are no treasures, they are just few and far between.

In addition to the need for rich appraisal ability, sometimes it depends on luck!

Qin Fei visited [-] or [-] stalls in a row, but couldn't find a decent thing.

Seeing the sun setting in the west, at dusk, it will be dark soon.

If it doesn't work, we can only wait until tomorrow to continue.

"Walk around and take a look! It's a rare treasure, if you miss it, you can't buy it with money!" A voice suddenly yelled.

I saw dozens of things scattered here and there on a corner stall by the side of an alley.

The vendor was holding a square pot in his hand, spitting all over the place: "The treasure handed down by the ancestors is the special chamber pot for the Empress Dowager Cixi, unique..."

Qin Fei glanced casually and shook his head.

This is obviously a porcelain square pot, which was used by the ancients to hold wine and drinks. How could it be the chamber pot used by Cixi?
Laugh it off.

Just as he was about to leave, a flash of light flashed out of the corner of his eye!
wrong!

This square pot seems to be not that simple!
Qin Fei took a closer look and suddenly found that the surface of the square pot was covered with a light brown light.

If you don't look carefully, you really can't see it!
It’s Baoguang!
The square pot is a treasure!
Resisting his excitement, he silently observed the pedestrians around him, but no one noticed the abnormality of the square pot.

Only he can see it!

He was secretly happy, he had worked so hard for a long time, and finally found a treasure!

"Boss, show me this square pot!" At this time, an old man appeared out of nowhere, squatted in front of the booth, picked up the square pot and looked at it carefully.

Qin Fei's face tightened, was he boarded first?
The rules of the antique business have always been preconceived.

Whoever wants something first, other people can't rashly intervene or even grab it by force!
So even if Qin Fei was anxious, he could only stop walking forward, picked up a jade pendant casually, and pretended to look at it.

But he glanced at the old man, praying secretly that he must not be bought.

The old man frowned sometimes, and sometimes stretched his brows, looking uncertain.

After discussing with the vendor for a few words, he put down the lower pot, turned and left.

Qin Fei breathed a sigh of relief, tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, and walked slowly to the booth: "Hey, this square pot is pretty good, boss, what's the price?"

"Brother looks like an expert at first glance!" The dealer took a puff from his cigarette, and instead of directly discussing the price, he asked, "Do you know who the old gentleman who looked at the square pot is?"

"I don't know!" Qin Fei shook his head.

"Mr. Zhuo!" The businessman beamed with joy, "Mr. Zhuo Chenguang, he is the vice president of Yucheng Antiques Association, and he owns a high-end store, which is a well-known veteran in the Antique Street! What he fancy is not ordinary! "

"Really?" Qin Fei sneered twice. The dealer made it clear that he wanted to exaggerate the price on purpose, "Just tell me, how much is it?"

"Fifty thousand!" The businessman raised five fingers.

"Five hundred, will you sell it?" Qin Fei asked.

"What? Five hundred?" The dealer glared, and said angrily, "Brother, you didn't bargain like this, did you? Good product! In this way, since this is your first time visiting the business, you can get a discount of [-]!"

Qin Fei smiled but said, "Since Mr. Zhuo is interested, why didn't he buy it? It means that this thing is not as good as you said!"

"This..." The trafficker hesitated immediately, his old face flushed red, but he was still unwilling, "Five hundred is too little, five thousand, five thousand is for you!"

"Up to [-], if you want to sell it or not!" Qin Fei said with a firm attitude, "I just lack an ornament at home, and I want to buy this square pot because it looks good! If you don't sell it, I'll find another place That's it!"

When you're done, turn around and leave.

He has been hanging around in Kowloon Antique Street for more than a year.

Not only have I learned a lot of knowledge about appraising treasures, but also I am very clear about the various routines of traders.

"Hey, little brother, don't go!" Sure enough, before taking a step, the dealer became anxious, "[-] is [-], brother, you are really good at bargaining, it is really not open today, otherwise I will never Will sell!"

He said so, but in fact, he picked up this square pot without spending any money.

Earning [-] out of thin air, my heart has long been happy.

Qin Fei smiled without saying a word, took out 800 yuan and handed it over, completing the transaction.

With the square pot in hand, he let go of his hanging heart.

Take it back first, and study it carefully!
"This little friend, please stay!"

At this moment, a voice stopped Tan Fei.

He turned around and frowned.

The visitor was wearing a plain Chinese tunic suit, with a delicate goatee on his chin, and although his eyes were cloudy, there was a hint of light.

Isn't this the Mr. Zhuo Chenguang Zhuo, who was turned into a big boss in the antique world by a dealer after seeing Fanghu just now?

(End of this chapter)