The villain who wears a book, this year's heroines all have their own systems?

"Since both of you have no objections, let's start the game."

Fang Shijing didn't say any more, and announced the start of the game.

"Good luck."

Qi Xuan left a contemptuous smile, and began to search for antiques intensively.

Lin Chuan was not as eager as he was, but casually wandered around several stalls.

In the eyes of everyone, his behavior is tantamount to giving up on himself.

As a talented appraiser in the antique world, Qi Xuan is nervously selecting antiques.

And he, a layman, can still be so calm?

Where did he come from?

In fact, Lin Chuan was not pretending to be aggressive, he was just looking for the booth that Qin Chao missed.

According to the description in the original book, the stall is in a corner, and the stall owner is in his 50s, wearing a gray sweater.

But after some searching, he couldn't find this person at all.

Could it be because he arrived a few days earlier that the stall owner didn't sell his stall?

Or not wearing that sweater?

So how can this be done?

If you can't find that booth, you won't be able to pick up the three big leaks.

It seems that those few antiques were specially prepared for the protagonist of Destiny, Qin Chao, to pretend to be aggressive. As a villain, he wants to cut off the male protagonist's beard, which is simply a dream.

He shook his head, sighed, and was about to walk away.

At this moment, I suddenly saw a man in a gray sweater come out of the public toilet and trot towards a stall.

"Thank you, Aunt Wang, for helping to look after the stall. Oh, I had a bad stomach last night, and I ran to the toilet several times..."

"It's okay, it's just a little effort."

The old lady who was sitting at the booth immediately got up and moved out of the way.

Lin Chuan couldn't help but laugh.

No wonder I didn't find it just now. It turned out that the stall owner went to the toilet.

Almost missed it.

He suppressed his excitement, walked slowly to the booth and squatted down.

"Handsome guy, what do you want to buy? I have good things here, so feel free to buy them."

The stall owner saw that Lin Chuan looked like a rich man, and immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

"just looking around."

Lin Chuan's eyes flicked across the booth, and the knowledge about antiques in his mind was also running fast.

"Huh? Boss, do you have any good things you haven't brought out yet?"

After reading it all over, he didn't find the three antiques that Qin Chao missed in the original book, so he looked at the boss suspiciously.

"No, it's all here." The stall owner looked at Lin Chuan in confusion.

"Think about it again, is there anything else?" Lin Chuan continued to ask without giving up.

"Other items?" The stall owner scratched his head, "I received a batch of goods yesterday, but I haven't had time to sort them out..."

Lin Chuan's eyes lit up immediately, "Can I see it?"

"This..." The stall owner hesitated.

"Boss, don't worry, as long as there is something I can fancy, money is not a problem."

Lin Chuan deliberately rolled up his sleeves, wanting to show off the 20-dollar Rolex. Then he suddenly remembered that he gave the watch to another stall owner when he pretended to be x, so he had to withdraw his hand angrily.

But what he meant, the stall owner has already received it.

And he could tell that the handsome young man in front of him was a rich man.

"Okay, it's in that car, I'll take you to have a look." The stall owner stood up and said to the aunt next to him: "Aunt Wang, I have to trouble you to look at the stall again."

Then, he led Lin Chuan towards a tricycle parked not far away.

People in Antique Street all showed strange smiles when they saw Lin Chuan leaving with the stall owner.

"He really knows how to look for it. He actually found Zhang Mule."

"Zhang Mule's counterfeit is well-known in the antique world. Can I buy real things from him?"

"Pfft haha, I'm laughing so hard, he doesn't want to buy so many stalls, he insists on looking for Zhang Mule, isn't this rushing to jump into the pit?"

"I can't wait to see the expression on his face..."

Lin Chuan followed the stall owner to the tricycle.

The rear compartment of the tricycle was covered with cotton cloth, so the situation inside could not be seen clearly.

The stall owner walked over and lifted the cotton cloth, revealing a pile of antique calligraphy and paintings immediately.

"Handsome guy, let's see if there is anyone you can match?" The stall owner stepped on the tricycle and looked at Lin Chuan expectantly.

Lin Chuan's gaze was already attracted by this pile of antiques, and he ignored his words.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

The hard work paid off, and he really let him find the three antiques.

"Boss, can I go up and have a look?" He asked calmly.

"Yes, but pay attention to your feet, don't step on it."

"no problem."

Lin Chuan got on the tricycle, pretended to pick up a few antiques, looked at them, and then put them down one by one.

After grinding for a while, I picked up a scroll and slowly unfolded it.

It was an ink painting of a lotus flower, titled "The Lotus Flower Reflecting the Sun in a Different Kind of Red" and signed by Li Kuchan.

This is a famous calligrapher and painter.

Lin Chuan glanced casually, then turned to look at the stall owner, "Boss, how do you sell this painting?"

The stall owner rolled his eyes, "That is the authentic work of Master Li Kuchan. Do you know Li Kuchan? Back then, his "Lotus Kingfisher" was auctioned for more than 600 million..."

Lin Chuan raised his hand to interrupt him, with an unhappy expression on his face, "Boss, do you really think I've been taken advantage of?"

"This painting is a fake at first glance. Look at how rough the artist is. And the paper and ink used, it looks like a beginner's handwriting..."

"Cough cough..."

The stall owner hastily coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

He bought this bunch of antiques at the price of cabbage.

He has also seen this painting, the strokes are indeed a little rough, it doesn't seem to be from the master's hand, it is probably a fake.

He originally thought that Lin Chuan was a wealthy second generation with a lot of money, and wanted to trick him.

But now listening to what he said, he seems to be an expert.

"You can't say that. Even if it's not an authentic work, it's still a rare imitation. If you like it, give it 5 yuan."

"Boss, you're wrong. You're calling it a fake, how dare you ask for [-]?" Lin Chuan immediately quit and started bargaining with the boss.

In the end, after some negotiations, the boss lowered the price to [-] yuan, and he was unwilling to make any further concessions.

Lin Chuan was too lazy to continue wasting his saliva, "Okay, [-] yuan is [-] yuan. If it wasn't for making my old man happy, I wouldn't want this kind of broken painting for nothing."

When the stall owner heard his words, he immediately understood.

It turned out that he was a prodigal son and wanted to buy some antiques to please his father, but he didn't want to spend more money, otherwise he would not be able to find him here.

"Do you want anything else? The porcelain and jade wares I have here are also very good. Your father will definitely like them."

The stall owner began to try his best to sell other items.

This hit Lin Chuan's heart, and he continued to look at it pretendingly.