Xinglong Street was divided into the southern and northern areas. The southern area was the market for flowers, birds, fish, and insects, while the northern area was the antique market.
Li Tianming passed through South Side and went straight to the Antique Market.
As it was a weekday, there weren't many people in the antique market.
On both sides of the road were some vendors, displaying a dazzling array of artifacts.
There were all kinds of porcelain, pottery, ancient coins, wooden ornaments, and so on.
Now that Li Tianming had a very strong ability to identify antiques, he glanced at most of the things on the street.
The so-called antique market had many fakes and few real ones. It was all up to one's eyes to pick the good ones.
As the saying went, those who drowned knew how to swim.
It was the same for antiques. Profiteers of antiques would cheat those who had a vague understanding of antiques.
Even though Li Tianming was already an expert, when he saw some artifacts, he had to carefully examine them before he dared to confirm whether they were real or fake.
After wandering outside for nearly an hour, Li Tianming was a little disappointed.
Those who could afford it were all fake goods. There were real goods, but the vendors were all offering " sky-high prices " in units of " ten thousand."
And Li Tianming's entire fortune was only 853 yuan.
Li Tianming didn't even dare to enter the shop to take a look at the money.
The shops in the antique market were different from the stalls. They could indeed find real goods, but the shop owners were usually very knowledgeable and rarely had the chance to pick up the leftovers.
It wasn't easy to make a lot of money. Li Tianming lost some confidence and stood by the street smoking.
Li Tianming was about to return to the hospital when he heard a commotion not far away.
"Go! What kind of lousy thing is this? You still want to sell it for a high price? Go back and hug it in your dreams!”
Li Tianming turned his head and saw a man being chased out by a shop owner.
The man was in his thirties. His hair was unkempt and his clothes were a little tattered. He was holding a cloth bag in his arms. It was unknown what was inside.
Li Tianming's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to try his luck.
Li Tianming waved at the man. When the man saw this, he hesitated for a moment before walking over.
"How should I address you?" Li Tianming handed her a cigarette.
The man took the cigarette and lit it with Li Tianming's lighter. He said,""My surname is Zhao and my name is Er Shunzi. You can call me Er Shunzi.”
"Brother Er Shunzi, are you here to sell something?”
Hearing Li Tianming's words, Zhao Ershun Zi clutched the cloth bag in his arms tightly and said,""What are you doing?"
"Let me see. If the price is right, I'll buy it.”
Zhao Ershun Zi sized up Li Tianming,"How much can you offer?"”
"I haven't seen it yet," Li Tianming laughed."How would I know how much it's worth?" If you don't believe me, I'll leave.”
With that, Li Tianming turned around and was about to leave.
"Hey, don't go." Zhao Ershun Zi grabbed Li Tianming's arm and said," Let's find a place with no one.”
The two of them went to a corner of the street. There was no one around.
Zhao Ershun Zi carefully opened the cloth bag. There was a book inside, the name of which was "Mu Zhai Shi Chao".
A copy of Mu Zhai's poems? Li Tianming immediately thought of the name of Qian Qianyi, a great writer from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.
Immediately after, many methods and methods regarding the appraisal of ancient books surged out like spring water.
Li Tianming flipped through a few pages and realized that it was a handwritten copy.
Li Tianming quickly made a preliminary judgment from the cover, paper, binding method, ink, and the seal on the last page.
It was Qian Qianyi's handwritten photo album!
Li Tianming tried his best to hide the excitement in his heart and asked calmly,""Brother Er Shunzi, where did you get this book?”
"P-picked it up!"
Picked it up? Li Tianming looked at Zhao Ershun Zi suspiciously.
Are you buying or not?" Zhao Ershun Zi looked a little guilty.
Li Tianming waved his hand, thinking that it didn't matter where he got it, as long as it was valuable.
Li Tianming secretly summoned the Myriad Item Appraisal System and began to appraise the ancient book.
As the loading bar ended, the ancient book's appraisal result interface appeared.
[Item Name: Handwritten copy of << Mu Zhai Poetry >>]
[Item value: High]
[Purchasing price: 650.00 yuan]
[Selling price: 6,000,000.00 yuan]
When Li Tianming saw the " selling price," his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
He tried his best to calm himself down. After counting the digits in front of the decimal point, he confirmed that it was six million!
However, the acquisition value was only 650 yuan, which was completely within Li Tianming's acceptable range. This was simply a big leak!
However, could he really use such a small amount of money to take this ancient book away from Zhao Ershun's hands? Li Tianming was a little worried.
"What happened? Do you want it?" Zhao Ershun Zi started to get impatient.
"How much do you want to sell it for?" Li Tianming asked.”
Zhao Ershun Zi was stunned,"You, how much can you offer?"”
"Brother Er Shunzi, as you can see, I just graduated and don't have much money. I'll buy your book for 650 yuan, okay?”
"What? You want to buy my…this treasure for 600 yuan? Do you think I'm a fool?"
Li Tianming sighed and said,"If it's okay, then it's okay. If it's not okay, then forget it."”
As he spoke, Li Tianming wanted to leave, but he was pulled back by Zhao Ershun.
"700. If it's okay, then it's okay. If it's not okay, then forget it!”
Li Tianming was overjoyed. He thought to himself, Even if I give him 650 yuan, he'll still be willing.
However, fifty yuan was not worth wasting his breath. Li Tianming took out seven soft yuan from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Ershun.
Zhao Ershun stuffed the money into his pocket and turned around to leave without saying anything.
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