Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

It should be said that there are still genuine goods in the antique market at this time, but if you want to miss it here, you either have to know it or you are lucky enough.

After all, thousands of antique collectors and even experts from major museums come here every day to hunt for treasures. People are searching back and forth, and you, a few kids who don't know anything, come here, let alone pick up treasures, it's considered great if you don't get fooled.

After Song Pan'er bought a thumb ring, she was too sensible to buy it. However, her three roommates did not have the determination to buy it, and they all packed their schoolbags.

Moreover, Wu Qiong still begged Song Pan'er to help her choose a treasure. Song Pan'er thought that she would get a cheap one! Just play it.

While Wu Qiong and the others were bargaining with the boss at other stalls, Song Pan'er found an unoccupied stall, took a casual look, pointed to a dirty and torn book in the corner, and asked: "Boss, what's this?" How much?"

Don't worry about the authenticity of the things on this antique stall. The boss dares to tell the truth.

"Know the goods! This book has an extraordinary origin. Let me tell you, it came out of a tomb, but it's been a few years. If you buy it, you'll make a profit."

Song Pan'er untied the plastic bag and opened it casually. She saw that almost every page of the book was damaged, and the first few pages were still a little damp.

Song Pan'er lost her patience and directly gave the price, "Fifty."

The street stall owner was overjoyed. It was really an antique. He was just playing with an 'antique'. Even though the book was in such a bad state, there were still people buying it.

Pretending to be joking with me, he said loudly: "Hey, little girl, I just said you know the stuff. This is an ancient book by a famous author. Two hundred, no matter what, I won't sell it for a penny less."

Song Pan'er put the book back into the convenience bag, stood up and left without saying a word.

Before he walked two meters away, the stall owner couldn't hold it anymore and stood up and shouted: "Okay, here you go, take it!"

Song Pan'er turned around neatly, handed over the money and took the things.

I found Wu Qiong who was still picking up treasures from other stalls and handed her the task.

"Xiao Pan'er, what the hell is this?" Wu Qiong picked up the plastic bag with his fingers in disgust and looked at Song Pan'er in disbelief. "Don't tell me that this is the baby you picked for me!"

Song Pan'er felt a little guilty, but she definitely couldn't admit that she bought it to fool people into trouble, so she said harshly: "Don't look at it because it's inconspicuous, maybe it's really a treasure!"

Wu Qiong grinned, stared into Song Pan'er's eyes and asked, "How much did it cost?"

"Fifty, pick up the leak." Song Pan'er smiled implicitly, hiding her guilt well.

"I believed you. I know you, a blind cat, can't kill a mouse twice. Keep this for yourself!"

Wu Qiong threw the convenience bag back into Song Pan'er's hand, then turned around to find a stall to buy something.

Don't pull it down, Song Pan'er shook the convenience bag in her hand and followed.

On the plastic bag that was swinging back and forth, the four big characters on the cover of the book were clearly revealed - "The Rhymes of the Ministry of Rites".

As long as Song Pan'er has some research on ancient books, she can know that this book is rare.

This book is the basic book of the Song Dynasty and is equivalent to the current Xinhua Dictionary. And it is the only copy of the Northern Song Dynasty.

There has always been a saying in the antique market that "a page of Song Dynasty edition is worth one or two gold". There are very few such Northern Song Dynasty editions in public or private collections.

At this time, our classmate Song Paner threw this rare treasure like a rag. He is really ignorant and fearless. The only good thing is that she didn't just throw it into the trash can.

After returning from Panjiayuan, this 'broken book' was casually placed on the bookshelf, and Song Pan'er completely forgot about it.

Tomorrow is Saturday. Wu Qiong has something to do at home and cannot go out to play during the day. The four of them decided to go to the courtyard for a party in the evening instead.

With nothing to do during the day, Song Paner planned to go to the Broadcasting Institute.

Beijing Broadcasting Institute, also known as Huaguo Communication University, although it has changed its name in 04, people's name has not changed yet, and they still habitually call it Broadcasting Institute.

Song Pan'er took the bus and walked around the area, only to see an urban village called Gaobeidian.

After getting out of the car and walking slowly over, Song Paner's first feeling was that it was dirty and messy. It felt like I was back in my hometown, which was even worse than their hometown. The dilapidated bungalows and muddy roads are incompatible with the outside environment.

There are small advertisements for rent posted on the telephone poles. Many young people wore headphones and slippers, wandering along the main street and stopping in front of various fly houses. At first glance, they were members of the Beipiao family.

It was almost noon, and Song Pan'er also found a fly restaurant and ordered a bowl of fried noodles. While eating, I listened to the table next to me chatting with the boss.

There was an old man at the next table. He took a sip of wine and started to give some advice.

"Just watch! Once the Olympics are over, the housing prices will surely fall."

The landlady wiped the cucumber shreds and nodded repeatedly, "No, this house is worthless. My second brother, a fool, wanted a dilapidated building outside the Third Ring Road for demolition in the Second Ring Road Hutong, and only tens of thousands of yuan were left in the compensation."

"Isn't that stupid? Once these hundred or so people deposit money in the bank, they won't have to work for the rest of their lives. The interest will be enough to survive."

"Who says it's not the case? I asked him to keep the money and come to our place and spend over 100,000 yuan to buy a yard to live in. He won't do it!"