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Ye Chen stood there and looked at these enthusiastic people. He couldn't understand why such a small antique shop could attract so many people...

Could it be that the bid was too high?

Ye Chen carefully moved over and stood behind the crowd on the other side. From this angle, Zhao Shuqin could not spot him.

Fortunately, there were already many people watching the excitement here, and Ye Chen's appearance did not attract anyone's attention.

The Mediterranean guy in front looked back at Ye Chen, and even measured half of his body in a friendly manner so that Ye Chen could walk over and have a clear look.

Many people kept hiding or wrapping up some of their antiques.

Some of these people were well-dressed, some were ordinary-dressed, and there were even a few beggars among them.

Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh. Many of these were family heirlooms. If the family hadn't been in decline, they probably wouldn't have sold them.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen thought of the hatred of his family and the legacy written in blood, and gritted his steel teeth.

"Little brother, why are you so angry? Someone here stole your things?" Brother Mediterranean saw Ye Chen's unkind expression and hurriedly spoke up.

"If you really lose something, tell me, brother. Although I don't have much ability, I am still familiar with this area."

Ye Chen softened his expression and said, "It's okay, thank you. I just had a little chest pain just now."

"Oh..." The elder brother looked Ye Chen up and down, "You have a heart problem at a young age? Don't come here if you have such a problem. It's easy to get sick."

"This place is getting rich overnight. There are too many poor people. You can easily get excited if you watch from the side. Be careful and you will lose your temper in a while..."

Seeing that Ye Chen was a little unconcerned, the elder brother was even more sincere, "I'm telling you, this young man has a heart disease..."

Ye Chen smiled helplessly, this big brother was a little annoyed.

But this elder brother also had good intentions, and finally felt too embarrassed to refute it.

In order to prevent this elder brother from continuing to nag, "Hey! Brother, tell me why so many people come to this antique shop to sell things?"

The eldest brother paused for a moment, and then started talking proudly.

"Young man, you look like you're new here, so you've asked the right person!"

"I have been around here for many years, so I have rich experience. I can tell the real from the fake at a glance..."

Ye Chen talked a lot, and listened patiently.

"Ahem! In the end, it's nothing!"

Ye Chen's eyes lit up and he finally came to the point.

"This store has hired a few so-called experts to conduct on-site evaluations, and they will provide you with free appraisals whether they sell or not."

"Don't such good things attract so many people?"

"When you ask yourself whether the thing in your hand is for sale or not, you have to know the truth, right?" The elder brother clapped his hands.

"In general, Taihe is quite smart and can come up with such a trick to attract customers."

"Look, you are the person attracted by Taihe's marketing strategy. If I hadn't told you, you would have thought that this family's bid was high and accurate."

Ye Chen nodded with a smile and gave a thumbs up, "Brother, you are well-informed and experienced. Brother, I am indeed a newbie here, so I have many shortcomings."

Hearing Ye Chen praise his Mediterranean brother, he raised his head very helpfully, "It's all small things. If you don't understand anything, just ask me!"

"Yeah, okay, okay..." Ye Chen was very perfunctory and didn't even look at the elder brother, but looked at the experts.

I have to say that these old gentlemen are more or less capable, and the antique shop is also well decorated on site.

Ye Chen tilted his head slightly to look inside, and even set up two professional cameras to record the video.

After doing this, many people thought they were on TV and began to promote it vigorously.

Ye Chen sneered, even if it was a badly used method, it was still a method that took advantage of people's hearts and was still very useful.

"Master, please help me take a look. How does my bowl from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty look like?"

The master with white beard and hair picked it up and looked around, then knocked it gently, then picked up the magnifying glass and looked at the style and the edges.

"This bowl of yours...can't be said to be worthless. It can be sold for at least 50 yuan."

"What? Master, are you kidding me? I got this piece from a street stall in Longdu. It cost me 5 yuan at the time."

The master smiled and said, "Look at yours. Have you ever seen ancient people using fonts that were only available on computers?"

"Besides, look at it here. The obvious car marks and old marks are too fake. But the overall work is quite exquisite. It can be sold for 50 yuan as a handicraft."

After hearing this, the man sat down on the ground and held his bowl with straight eyes.

Some of the people behind him laughed at him, and looked at themselves guiltily, but this happened so many times every day that they were no longer surprised.

"When the time comes, take a look at my sword! Of course it was left behind by my great-grandfather. It is said to be a sword from the Shang Dynasty!"

The man laughed, and very carefully took out a green bronze dagger from a wooden box.

When Ye Chen saw this sword, his eyes lit up instantly. It was so well preserved.

There is even a layer of precious light on it. Unfortunately, the only flaw is that the tip of the sword is missing a piece.

"I was playful when I was little, and I broke a bit of it while playing. Here it is!" The man said, picking up a bronze block, and comparing it, he found that it was indeed the tip of a sword.

Ye Chen could tell at a glance that the length and thickness of the sword and the uniformity of the overall material, especially the animal patterns cast on it, meant that this sword must have belonged to a nobleman from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

However, what surprised Ye Chen was that the so-called expert took the sword and looked it up and down, then threw it directly on the table.

"You, this is worthless! A fine imitation from the Republic of China period, next one!"

The man was stunned and said, "Hey, master, don't worry, I can give you an estimate no matter what!"

The master curled his lips impatiently, "It's yours. No matter how bad it is, it's still a bronze. Although it's an imitation, it's still something from the Republic of China. If you really want to sell it for 200 yuan!"

"No, two hundred? My great-grandfather said this is from the Shang Dynasty!"

"Does your great-grandfather understand? He was simply deceived!"

The man hesitated for a while.

"Do you want to sell it? If not, leave quickly. There are many people behind you!" the expert urged impatiently.

Ye Chen sneered on the side, his acting skills are so damn good, why does this old guy want to be an expert here? He can definitely make a lot of money as an actor.

I didn’t even frown when I saw such a treasure, how could I talk nonsense so lightly...

"Okay, two hundred is two hundred!"

Just like that, this antique shop got a rare treasure for 200 yuan.

Ye Chen even wondered if the shop owner was just asking these experts to pick up the leaks.