Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

"Mengyao, you don't have to be so surprised. To deal with these little Karami who are not up to the standard, you just need to have hands!"

Zhou Mengyao was surprised and said, "Uh... I never saw you fighting in high school. When did you become a Kung Fu master?"

"You should look at each other with new eyes after not seeing each other for three days, not to mention that we haven't seen each other for four years in college." After Lin Lang said this, he slowly approached the yellow-haired man with a cold face.

Huangmao was shocked to see that more than a dozen of his younger brothers rushed forward, but were knocked down by the blindfolded Lin Lang within 30 seconds. They lay on the ground screaming in pain. He could not help but look at Lin Lang in horror and retreated instinctively.

"you……"

"Don't you fucking come over here!"

"I have a knife on me, if you come over here I'll stab you!"

The yellow-haired man, sweating profusely, took out a switchblade with a "click" sound, and waved it in front of him, pretending to be fierce, but he was actually retreating timidly.

Lin Lang sneered, "Are you going to lie down by yourself? Or am I going to beat you down?"

"Uh……"

The yellow-haired man bit his back teeth and said fiercely: "Don't go too far!"

Lin Lang was a ruthless man who didn't say much. He stepped forward and kicked the knife out of the yellow-haired man's hand. After the switchblade flew out of his hand, it flew into the cracks between the bricks of the wall in the back alley.

"Fuck!"

Huangmao was shocked to see the knife kicked away and embedded in the brick gap of the wall in the back alley. He was so shocked that his pupils were shaking.

Then, Lin Lang suddenly launched a jaw-crushing kick. With a "pop" sound, the yellow-haired man, who was kicked in the chin, fell to the ground and fainted without even a grunt.

"Uh..." Zhou Mengyao was shocked and stunned.

"Oh my God!"

"Honey, you didn't kick the guy to death, did you?"

Lin Lang replied with a smirk, "Young people are good, they can fall asleep anytime and anywhere. This yellow-haired guy is not dead, he just fainted from the pain of a broken jaw."

Zhou Mengyao looked at Lin Lang in disbelief and said in amazement, "You kicked the yellow-haired guy so hard that he passed out. You are really good at fighting, aren't you?"

"It's not that I, your boyfriend, am too good at fighting. It's that these little Karami are too weak."

"It's not a good place to stay for long." Zhou Mengyao took Lin Lang's hand and quickly left the back alley.

As Lin Lang walked, he said, "Mengyao, do you still want to go back to the arcade to play?"

Zhou Mengyao, still frightened, pulled Lin Lang's hand and replied, "These hooligans have ruined my interest in playing video games. I don't want to go back to the arcade to continue playing!"

Lin Lang asked gently: "Where do you want to go? I've turned down all my plans today and I'm here to accompany you!"

Zhou Mengyao actually replied: "With you as an expert in treasure appraisal, let's go to the ghost market to pick up bargains!"

"Okay! Let's set off now." Lin Lang agreed readily.

The so-called ghost market is a night flea market selling antiques and second-hand items.

Lin Lang drove a Ferrari convertible sports car, took Zhou Mengyao out of Jing'an Video Game City, enjoyed the evening breeze, listened to music, and drove towards the ghost market of Longhai Old Street with laughter all the way.

Ghost market on Fuyou Road in Hai City.

"Wow! It's so lively here!" Zhou Mengyao looked around excitedly. She looked curiously at the dazzling array of porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, stamps and miscellaneous items around her, with surprise shining in her eyes.

Lin Lang smiled and said, "This is a great place to shop for treasures!"

Zhou Mengyao and Lin Lang walked hand in hand intimately in the bustling crowd. The dazzling array of antiques and old objects in front of them were like treasures of time, attracting their attention.

Lin Lang activated the [Super Night Vision] skill. Without the help of night vision goggles, the pitch-black ghost market in Lin Lang's eyes instantly turned as bright as day. His night vision ability was simply incredible.

The couple walked to a sundry goods stall.

The stall owner greeted them warmly, "Take a look and see if there's anything you like. I have some old stuff here."

Lin Lang glanced at the items on the stalls, and the system prompted that they were all modern imitations and some low-value items, and there was nothing to be missed.

Zhou Mengyao suddenly discovered a blue and white porcelain bowl with a warm glaze, delicate body and exquisite patterns. She looked at Lin Lang and whispered.

"My dear, this seems to be a precious antique porcelain vase. The Zhou family has the same blue and white porcelain vase as this one~"

Lin Lang smiled and replied: "The blue and white porcelain vase in Zhou's house is the real thing, this one is a modern imitation!"

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao picked up the blue and white porcelain vase, used her mobile phone as a flashlight, shone it on the blue and white porcelain vase and looked at it carefully, and said weakly: "Look at this blue and white porcelain vase, the glaze is clear and the painting is fine, it should be from the Ming Dynasty!"

The stall owner hurriedly praised: "The beauty has a good eye. I bought this porcelain vase from the countryside. If you like it, can you talk about the price?"

Lin Lang smiled and said, "Mengyao, this is an imitation of the Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase made in Jingdezhen in the late 1970s. You, the daughter of a treasure appraiser, are so picky~"

"As the daughter of a treasure appraiser, I only know the basics. You, the apprentice of a treasure appraiser, are more professional." Zhou Mengyao smiled playfully and carefully put the fake blue and white porcelain vase in her hand back to the stall.

After hearing this, the stall owner took a closer look at Lin Lang under the dim street light and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Isn't this Lin Lang, the treasure appraiser from the show "Appraising Heirlooms"?!"

"Mr. Lin, can you give me an autograph?" the stall owner asked excitedly.

Zhou Mengyao joked, "As soon as you came to the ghost market to pick up bargains, you were recognized as an expert in treasure appraisal by the audience. It seems that you, Lin Lang, have become famous in the treasure appraisal world."

Lin Lang replied narcissistically: "Who said I am the most handsome treasure appraiser in the treasure appraisal world!"

Then, Lin Lang signed his name on an old book and left it for the auntie selling it on the street as a souvenir.

After receiving Lin Lang's autograph, the auntie selling the goods was very happy and insisted on giving Lin Lang a string of Bodhi bracelets as a return gift, refusing to accept it.

Lin Lang couldn't refuse the kindness, so he accepted the Bodhi bracelet from the vendor, said goodbye with a smile and left the stall.

Zhou Mengyao walked with Lin Lang in the ghost market and said with a sweet smile: "Dear, how does it feel to be famous?"

Lin Lang replied: "Compared to becoming famous, I prefer to make a fortune quietly."

The couple continued to browse the ghost market stalls. Zhou Mengyao said with curiosity: "Why do the objects on these stalls look so real?"

Lin Lang smiled and replied, "That's because Zhou's house is like a museum. The porcelain bottles, calligraphy and paintings on display are all authentic antiques. You think there are many authentic antiques in existence, but in fact, it's harder to find a bargain in the antique market than to find a needle in a haystack."

Zhou Mengyao urged, "My dear, please find a bargain so that I can also satisfy my addiction to finding a bargain!"

As soon as Zhou Mengyao finished speaking, golden light began to flash in front of Lin Lang's eyes.

Ding! [Glittering golden treasure appraisal prompt entry] Pick up a bargain and open the door to antiques prompt: A Tang Dynasty crystal relic jar was found. The current market collection value is conservatively estimated to be more than 1000 million Chinese yuan.

Lin Lang looked in the direction indicated on the system's light screen. On a stall selling used items at the ghost market not far away, among a wide variety of old items from various eras, there was a glass jar. It was slightly yellowed and looked just like an ordinary glass jar.

"Mengyao, if you speak of the devil, he will appear. I found a treasure that I can pick up!"

"Oh?"

"Where are the treasures that I can pick up at a bargain price?" Zhou Mengyao looked very excited.

Lin Lang whispered, "Don't be so excited, okay? Let's go over calmly and ask for the price."

"Okay! Hehehe..." Zhou Mengyao smiled playfully.

Lin Lang took Zhou Mengyao to the second-hand goods stall, squatted in front of it, picked up an old Hai brand watch, and asked, "Boss, how much is this watch?"

The stall owner, sitting on a small stool, replied, "100 yuan."

Lin Lang deliberately picked up a replica of a pastel-colored pen holder from the Republic of China period and asked, "What about this one?"

The stall owner replied: "This pastel pen holder is from the late Republic of China period. It has some damages. I'll sell it to you for 3000 yuan. It is definitely a genuine old item from the Republic of China period."

Lin Lang put down the pastel pen holder, picked up the target glass jar, and asked the price: "Boss, how much is this glass jar?"

The street vendor replied, "We don't sell this glass jar."

Lin Feihuai asked, "Why don't you sell them on the street stalls?"

The vendor replied with a smile, "This is a glass jar that we use to store spices at home. My little granddaughter was playing with it and mixed it up and put it in with the old goods on the stall."

Lin Lang smiled and said, "Boss, I really like this small glass jar. How about selling it to me?"

The vendor replied, "Such a small old glass jar is not worth much. It's not a porcelain bottle or pottery jar that can be found at a bargain price. Why did you buy it?"

Lin Lang replied: "Glass jars are not a bargain, but I like this one and want to buy it home as a decoration."

The vendor replied, "Since I can remember, my family has been using this glass jar to store spices. We have grown attached to it. I will not sell this glass jar anymore."

Zhou Mengyao, who was standing nearby, used her cell phone as a flashlight to take a look at the inconspicuous glass jar. It was hard to tell what kind of bargain it was.

Lin Lang decided to use the buy one get one free strategy, picked up the replica of the Republic of China pastel pen holder again, and asked: "Boss, I bought this Republic of China pastel pen holder at the original price of 3000 yuan, how about you give me this glass jar?"

The street vendor bought a replica of a Republic of China pastel-colored pen holder for 35 yuan, and sold it for 3000 yuan. Naturally, he was grinning from ear to ear and quickly replied, "Good, good, good!"

"That `s a deal!"

"Handsome boy, pay 3000 yuan now and buy this pastel pen holder. I'll give you the glass jars I use to store spices at home."

After hearing this, Lin Lang took out his wallet, counted out 3000 yuan in cash, and handed it to the stall owner.

The stall owner hurriedly handed the fake pastel pen holder and small glass jar to Lin Lang, and said, "Buy it and leave it. Once the transaction is completed, no returns will be accepted."

Lin Lang took the fake pastel pen holder and the small glass jar and replied, "I know the rules."

The stall owner counted the money and replied with a smile: "3000 yuan, not more, not less, handsome guy, you have a chance, I will definitely come back next time to take care of my business!"

Lin Lang readily agreed and replied, "Okay, bye, boss!"

"Bye handsome!"

The stall owner watched Lin Lang and Zhou Mengyao walk away, put 3000 yuan in cash into his pocket, and thought to himself, "This kid is really stupid and has a lot of money. He has no vision but imitates others to go to the ghost market to pick up bargains. I made a huge profit of 2965 yuan, hehe..."

However, the stall owner could never have imagined that what Lin Lang wanted to pick up was not a pastel pen holder, but a priceless small glass jar.

After leaving the second-hand goods stall, Zhou Mengyao couldn't help but ask curiously, "Dear, this pastel pen holder is not even a high-end imitation. It's a fake at first glance. There's nothing to lose. Are you mistaken?"

Lin Lang threw away the fake pastel pen holder and replied, "Of course I know that the stall owner is fooling me. This is not a pastel pen holder from the Republic of China, but a modern imitation."

"Uh... if you knew that, why did you spend 3000 yuan to buy it?"

"And after buying it, you just threw it away?" Zhou Mengyao looked puzzled.

Lin Lang held the small glass jar in his hand and replied proudly, "Because this is the treasure I want to pick up!"

Zhou Mengyao was puzzled and asked, "My dear, are you sure? How can this ordinary-looking small glass jar be a treasure?"