I'm afraid I can't hide my ability

Chapter 1 As soon as this door is entered and exited, there is an extra zero in the pocket
Since sending incense money to the God of Wealth a while ago, Hu Yan felt that he had a strange "eye disease". No matter what he saw, there would be a price on it. He always wondered if he was old and dizzy. Today on the 2th, as a part-time hotel receptionist, he looked at the woman who entered the hotel with "14" on her head, and when she checked out, she had an extra "1000" for no reason...

He can finally be sure that the price on a person's head is actually the wealth that this person owns.

Seeing the woman getting into the Rolls-Royce with the big boss in her arms tightly, Hu Yan cast envious eyes.

"Oh forget it, forget it, it's better to earn money honestly!"

After finishing work, Hu Yan rushed to an antique store for an interview. He majored in history and minored in archeology in college. It was hard to find a job in a major like his. He would either become a graduate student and become a university tutor, or find a job in an antique store that dealt with history. Small staff.

At this moment, the owner of the antique shop was greeting an old man. He looked around subconsciously when he was free.

Coffee table: 15000
Cheongsam clerk one: 520
Black silk cheongsam clerk 5200: [-]
Xiangming Stone Ladle Pot: 200000
"????" Nonsense black question mark.

"Five zeros? Twenty W's?!"

Nonsense, it's hard to imagine that the ordinary teapot on the coffee table is worth 20 W.

"Which one do you like, just let me know, you are a regular customer, and the price is negotiable." Zhao Baixiang, the owner of the antique shop, said flatteringly.

The old man hummed lightly, and then said nothing, shaking his head while walking between several shelves.

The old man finally stopped in front of a porcelain bottle.

"This Fahua porcelain vase is interesting."

The old man took off the porcelain bottle and said in a low voice.

"Hey! I said, Mr. Qin, what kind of eyes do you have? I managed to hide some private goods, and I let you find them at a glance!" Zhao Baixiang looked heartbroken.

The old man came to sit by the coffee table, took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and began to examine it carefully.

The observation of porcelain is very meticulous. After 15 minutes, the old man put down the magnifying glass in his hand and asked: "Fahua porcelain vases of this quality are rare. Let me get straight to the point and say a price!"

"It's still 40 yuan at least..."

"How about 30?"

Hu Yan standing next to him couldn't help exclaiming: "Three, 30?!!"

Hu Yan clearly saw that the broken bottle was only 4000!

'30 W's divided by 4000 equals... 75! ? '

If Zhao Boxiang succeeds, Buffett will have to call him daddy!

(End of this chapter)