Temple Street Antique City was the largest antique city in Shanghai, and it was filled with people every day.
Ye Hang swiftly arrived here after more than ten minutes.
Walking into the antique city, there were many roadside stalls.
Usually, such places were more prosperous at night.
But picking up scraps did not matter whether it was sooner or later. Hence, Ye Hang came here at this time.
"Handsome, come and take a look. They're all new!”
An old-fashioned looking middle-aged man said to Ye Hang mysteriously.
When Ye Hang heard the voice, he squatted down and started to look.
"Ding…a broken iron cup, worthless!”
"Ding, this broken porcelain bowl is simply trash!”
"Ding…a painting from the Republic of China. Its collection value is extremely low!”
"Ding, a broken copper bowl, worthless!”
“........”
In just a short minute, Ye Hang swept his gaze around and checked everything on the stall!
None of them were real.
"Brother, this thing of yours can fool others, but it's a little bad for me!”
Ye Hang stood up and smiled as he prepared to leave.
"Hey, hey, hey, big brother, you're an expert!”
When the middle aged man heard Ye Hang's words, his face did not have the slightest bit of concern.
Ye Hang smiled when he heard that.
He was about to leave.
"Don't go, big brother!"
"I still have more here!"
"Take a look again. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
Just as Ye Hang was preparing to leave, the middle-aged man took out a few things from a sackcloth bag behind him.
When Ye Hang saw the situation, he stopped in his tracks and squatted on the spot once again.
The middle-aged man took out a porcelain that was as long as an adult's arm.
"This is blue and white porcelain from the Ming Dynasty!”
"I won't let ordinary people see it at all!”
"I only met you today. Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken it out!”
"Look at the color, look at the outline, and it feels like it's protruding. It's 100% real!”
"Since we are so fated, this thing is worth a million! If you want it, take it away!"
The middle-aged man said with a pained expression, as if he had suffered a tremendous loss by selling one million to Ye Hang.
Ye Hang chuckled lightly.
"Ding! A replica porcelain bottle from the Republic of China. Its collection value is extremely low!”
"Ding…one copy of the 'Tang Han Gan Zhao Ye Bai Tu' is priceless!”
"F * ck!"
Ye Hang was a little stunned.
Two notifications actually appeared after examining a porcelain bottle!
"What's going on?"
"Wasn't the 'Tang Han Gan Zhao Ye Bai Tu' lost long ago?”
"Why is he here?!"
It wasn't that Ye Hang had never heard of the reputation of this painting. Could it be that he was really going to pick it up?
Most importantly, he didn't see where the painting was!
"Why are there two notifications?!"
After recalling the crux of the problem, Ye Hang started to ask.
"This porcelain bottle itself has no collectible value. It can be said to be trash. However, there is a priceless precious painting hidden in the bottle, which is why there are two sets of value notifications!”
The system explained calmly.
"In other words, the 'Tang Han Gan Zhao Ye Bai Tu' is hidden in this porcelain bottle?”
Ye Hang felt a little incredulous!
"That's right, it's hidden here!”
"If you can, please take it down as soon as possible!”
The system replied indifferently.
Ye Hang was simply incomparably excited in his heart at this time. But his face still did not reveal the slightest expression.
The more it was at this moment, the more he couldn't get excited!
If the seller saw through it, it would really be a waste of effort.
Anyone who could set up a stall on the Antique Street was an expert among experts.
They could sense and analyze even the slightest change.
"What do you think, handsome? I'm full of sincerity!”
"I wouldn't give this price to an ordinary person!”
After the middle-aged man saw Ye Hang remain silent, he thought that he was moved and began to ask once again.
The price was indeed too cheap!
If the collectors knew that one million yuan could buy the " Tang Han's Dry Portrait at Night ", they would definitely fight to the death to buy it.
However, wasn't the painting of Tang Han's Dry Radiance at Night still hidden in the porcelain bottle?
Wasn't this middle-aged man selling porcelain bottles?
Only a fool would buy such a thing for a million yuan.
"Brother, your skills are still not good enough!”
"You said this is from the Ming Dynasty, right?"
Ye Hang laughed and began to speak.
"That's right! It's authentic from the Ming Dynasty and has been passed down from generation to generation in my family!”
The middle-aged man nodded confidently.
"Turn the bottle upside down and look at the signature below!”
Ye Hang laughed again.
The middle-aged man was a little puzzled as he followed Ye Hang's instructions.
"Does it have the words 'Republic of China' written on it?”
Ye Hang said once again.
At this moment, no matter how thick-skinned the middle-aged man was, he could not help but blush.
"This, this…"
For a moment, he didn't know how to say that.
"I told you, this kind of trick can fool others.”
Finished saying this, Ye Hang directly stood up.
"Big brother, don't, don't go!"
"Even if it's from the Republic of China, it's still worth collecting!”
"Don't be like this. Ten thousand yuan. If you want ten thousand yuan, just take it!”
The middle-aged man hurriedly stopped Ye Hang after he saw Ye Hang stand up.
"Five hundred!"
Ye Hang stopped and said indifferently.
"F * ck! This was too ruthless! No, 500 is definitely not enough!"
The shop owner shook his head and said firmly.
Ye Hang took another step forward when he heard the voice.
"One thousand! One thousand yuan!"
"Five hundred!"
Ye Hang said indifferently.
"Eight hundred!"
"At least 800!"
"Otherwise, I won't sell it even if it's rotten!”
The shop owner gritted his teeth and gave a price!
Ye Hang thought about it. Things from the Republic of China, even if they were crudely made, eight hundred yuan was more or less enough!
It was acceptable!
"Alright!"
"Eight hundred it is!"
"Go home and put it there like a vase!”
Ye Hang pretended to think for a moment and said.
When the shop owner heard this, he was secretly happy, but his face hurt!
"It's my first business, and I've met someone like you. Sigh!”
As he spoke, Ye Hang took out eight hundred from his pocket and placed it in the shop owner's hand. And he also successfully took down this vase!
"Hehehe! He bought it for 20 yuan and sold it for 800 yuan. It was awesome!”
The shop owner looked at Ye Hang's back view with a smug look and continued to start hawking.
"800 yuan to buy a painting of 'Tang Han's Dry Portrait at Night,' I don't even dare to imagine!”
Ye Hang was also secretly delighted in his heart!
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