After being knocked away by the school beauty, I managed to become the richest man in the world

Chapter 6 Zuo Bing’s shop

There were activities in the class in the evening, but Chen Fan didn't have to participate unless he paid.

Instead, you can go shopping in the antique street tomorrow and see if you can find anything.

Nowadays, college campuses are full of couples making love to each other. They are just places to rub salt into the wounds of singles, so they simply go back to the dormitory to sleep.

Wang Hao called and said that Tan Nan wanted to introduce his girlfriend to him.

It's a girl from their dormitory, she's so pretty.

Chen Fan was not interested and refused on the spot.

When a man is incompetent, don't bring trouble to other girls.

And he didn't want them to have to watch someone pay the bill after their date. How embarrassing!

Early the next morning, he rode a shared bicycle to stroll around the antique street.

Recently, he plans to acquire some knowledge on antiques to avoid being cheated when he finds treasures in the future.

There were no people in the antique market today, and the business was deserted.

Chen Fan was just wandering around like this. He had a stronger advantage than others.

You don’t need to look carefully at each item, you can tell if it is real at a glance.

In fact, you have to buy the real thing, there are many of them in stores like Wenzheng Street.

But their stuff is expensive, keep it real!

Of course, there are also mistakes.

Chen Fan is not a collector, so why would he buy that thing?

The most important thing is that I am too poor and can only earn a few thousand yuan a day.

The only thing I can do now is to go to the market to pick up missing items. If I'm lucky, I might be able to pick up one or two genuine items.

Huh?

When passing by a stall, I suddenly saw an antique.

This is a large general jar with landscape figures in the late Qing Dynasty.

Chen Fan walked over casually.

There are many things on the stall, and there are also many pots and jars.

But there are too many fake things nowadays.

Chen Fan picked up a plate and the stall owner asked, "Young man, would you like to buy one?"

"how much?"

The stall owner glanced at him and said, "Just tell me the price. It's a stall business anyway."

Chen Fan thought to himself, if I make a price, I'm afraid you will beat me to death.

Putting down the plate, he picked up the jar again.

The stuff must be real and [-]% unmistakable.

What he wanted to see was whether there was any damage.

The things were well preserved, Chen Fan said, "I can't understand these things of yours."

"My grandma asked me to buy one and put it in peanuts."

Unexpectedly, the stall owner said disdainfully, "Young master, I have seen many people like you."

"That's what everyone who comes here to pick up leaks says."

"Last time, a young man said he didn't understand anything and found a snuff bottle at a stall. He ended up selling it for hundreds of thousands."

wipe--

Who was the one who leaked the news?

In fact, they didn’t sell that many.

Chen Fan wiped his sweat.

I was too lazy to talk to him, "Can I sell this for five hundred yuan?"

"Don't sell it for less than [-]!"

The stall owner is very awesome.

Anyway, as long as someone asked the price, he would kill him severely.

Chen Fan put down the jar, "Then you can keep it for peanuts!"

"Young man, add a little more!"

This stall owner is so funny, he probably doesn’t even know he has a treasure here.

"This one is modeled after the late Qing Dynasty."

Forehead?

Chen Fan almost laughed out loud when he heard this. It turned out that he regarded the jar as a replica.

It's no wonder. After all, the antique market is too deep. How can one see so accurately without a certain degree of vision?

So he came back again, picked up the jar and said, "This thing is just for show at home, and it will show up when you meet an expert."

"Okay, do you want to sell it for eight hundred?"

The stall owner said, "Let's put it together and take away one thousand."

"I won't deceive you either. This is the best imitation."

Seeing the stall owner speaking so seriously, Chen Fan would have been really intimidated if it weren't for his discerning eyes.

Row!

A thousand is a thousand.

Pay the money, take the jar and leave.

The stall owner looked at his back and thought to himself, he met another Erbi.

I made a net profit of [-] today.

This jar was recovered for two hundred yuan.

Ugh!

Today’s rich kids just like to come out and show off.

You dressed so shabbily on purpose, thinking I wouldn't be able to tell?

Wenzheng Street,

When Chen Fan came with the jar in his arms, he found a man in his thirties at the door of Baibaozhai.

He was also holding a jar exactly like his own.

I rely on!

Is this thing really a replica? Did I get a blind eye?

Zuo Handong smiled and said to the man, "Sorry, we don't accept this from you!"

"Including you today, all the people who come to my place are Dixi Bo."

"..."

Chen Fan suddenly felt that he had been cheated, and he didn't know whether he should take out the jar again.

But Zuo Handong had already seen him, "Hey, little brother, are you here?"

"sit!"

Chen Fan was embarrassed and went in holding the jar.

The man looked at the jar in Chen Fan's hand with an embarrassed look on his face.

Needless to say, he was also a dupe.

"How come you also found this jar?" Zuo Handong shook his head, "Recently, a batch of jars like this suddenly appeared in the market. They are very good imitations. People come to the door every day."

Chen Fan said, "This is true."

And he saw a happy look on the other person's eyebrows. Is this uncle probably having something happy recently?

At this moment, a girl carrying a backpack came in the door, "Dad!"

Forehead?

Who calls me dad?

Chen Fan turned around.

A pair of particularly beautiful long legs came into view.

He was stunned.

The other party also looked at him with a surprised look on his face.

"Bingbing, you're back!"

Zuo Handong stood up and walked towards his daughter with a smile.

Zuo Bing looked at Chen Fan with a puzzled expression, "Why are you here?"