Appraisal Art
Xinglong Street, the biggest antique market in Lian City.
There were all kinds of antiques inside, and it was difficult to tell whether they were real or fake.
Every day, there would be people running in excitedly, wanting to pick up the leftovers and get rich overnight.
However, there had always been very few people like this. This was because in front of a treasure, it would be a waste not to recognize it.
Today wasn't a working day. People were walking around in the market, but they didn't make a sound. Whatever they saw, they talked softly.
Of course, there were also people who just looked at it without buying it. At a stall at the corner of the street, a young man with delicate features squatted not far away.
He had already been here for some time. The old man who set up the stall looked at him again and again, feeling a little helpless.
Because the other party did not block his way or hinder his business, it was naturally not good to chase him away.
Seeing that the young man was still watching, the old man could not help but ask,""Little brother, what do you see after watching for so long?”
Qin Hao was stunned for a moment. He shook his head and didn't say anything. He just muttered 'appraise' in his heart.
He was looking at a bronze cup on the stall. Just like before, a scene that only he could see appeared in front of him.
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[Item: Bronze Wine Bottle]
[Purchasing price: 60 yuan]
[Selling price: 60 yuan]
[Description: Mass produced, no practical value]
Blinking twice, Qin Wu looked to the side, and the scene disappeared again.
He clenched his fists subconsciously and was very excited. Just as he had guessed, he had obtained the appraisal skill in the game.
All of this had to start from last week when he went out to surf the Internet all night.
As a character who had played the game for three years, he had upgraded the appraisal skill to god-level. However, when he went to take a look the next day, the skill had disappeared. It was useless to communicate with the game's customer service. In the end, he could only curse a few times to vent his anger.
Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. He had been seeing double images and a series of data in front of him for the past few days. Later on, he realized that the appraisal skill in the game had somehow been transferred to him and could be used in the real world.
He had come to the antique market today for a better experiment and to pick up some leftovers.
He could clearly see the treasures that others couldn't recognize. He dared to buy the items that others didn't dare to buy. He could make a firm decision on the treasures that were difficult to determine.
When Qin Hao thought of this, he was so excited that he had long forgotten where he was.
The old man who set up the stall was unhappy and provoked him,"Young man, have you seen enough? Since she liked it, she could buy it and look at it every day.”
"If you don't have money to buy it, it's best not to come to the antique market.”
According to his past experience, those hot-blooded young men should ask how much it was next.
For the sake of face, they would still buy some things. The opportunity to earn money had come again.
Qin Hao came back to his senses when he was called. He looked at the bronze wine bottle that had been appraised and pointed at it, saying,"How much is this?"
The old man smiled and praised him." Young man, you have good eyesight. This is a bronze wine bottle. It's very collectible."”
"You've been here for a long time. I'll give you a discount of 600 yuan.”
The corner of Qin Hao's mouth twitched. He looked at the old man who set up the stall and did not know what to say. The panel that he had appraised was the actual value.
In the blink of an eye, the other party had increased the price by ten times and was even full of confidence, as if he would not be cheated if he bought it.
"What about this incense burner?" Qin Hao pointed at a stove on the stall.
The old man looked at it."It's a product from the Republic of China. It's an imitation of the Xuande Furnace of the Ming Dynasty. It only costs 5000 yuan now."”
Qin Hao then asked about other things and compared them with the price he had appraised.
In the end, he could only sigh. This business was simply profiteering. Fakes were sold as genuine goods, but there were really people who were fooled.
No one could stop him from selling and buying. After staying here for another ten minutes, Qin Hao went to the next stall.
None of the things this old man sold were real. He was full of nonsense. There was no way to believe him.
Besides, he didn't have much money on him right now. He only had 3,000 yuan in his pocket, which was the food expenses for three months in school. Of course, he had to find a project that made the most money.
In other words, he wanted to pick up a big leak and get rich overnight.
There were many stalls in the Antique Market. Further away, there were antique shops that sold even more high-grade items.
Qin Hao used the appraisal technique he had obtained to go around the stall in search of treasures.
Unfortunately, an hour had passed, and Qin Hao's legs were sore from walking, but he still did not see a single authentic piece on the stall.
He muttered unhappily," No wonder picking up leftovers has always been a legend. They are all fake goods. If we pick them up, we will suffer a loss."”
"Those shops might have authentic goods, but the price is also sky-high. It's not something that I can get my hands on now.”
Qin Hao was quite clear about his situation. He only had 2,000 yuan on him for food expenses. Going to those antique shops was asking for trouble.
Now, he was unwilling to withdraw, and it was difficult for him to advance or retreat.
At this moment, a commotion came from not far away.
"In the market, money and goods are even. Go and ask around. Where have you seen a refund? If you don't believe me, please judge."
"Besides, when you wanted to buy this thing from me, no one forced you.”
A man in his thirties was being scolded by the stall owner. The stall owner was thin and small, and his face was full of holes. He had a wretched temperament.
There was a circle of people standing around. Most of them were watching the show and discussing softly.
The man's face flushed red." If you hadn't boasted that this was a real Xuande Furnace," he argued," I wouldn't have bought it."”
"How can it be so easy to push 256 now?”
The crowd of onlookers started to discuss loudly. They all supported the stall owner. The market had its own rules.
"This person must have just entered the industry. He doesn't know the rules at all. There's actually a refund for this consensual transaction.”
"That's right. Since you bought it, you should have thought of the consequences.”
"This must be Wang Mazi's request to trick people again. If he didn't have a fluke mentality, how could he have been tricked?”
"The Xuande Furnace is an antique that has the most fakes. You actually dared to believe Wang Mazi's words. You deserve to be cheated. However, after a few more lessons, you will rarely be cheated in the future.”
The person called Wang Mazi was the stall owner. When he heard the voices around him, he smiled smugly. In his opinion, reputation was not as important as money. It was enough as long as he could scam these newcomers.
Qin Hao was attracted over and squeezed to the front, right in front of the incense burner in the man's hand.
He subconsciously said the word 'appraise' in his heart.
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[Item: Ming Xuande Furnace]
[Purchasing price: 2000 yuan]
[Selling price: 2 million]
[Description: A furnace within a furnace, processed by a brilliant forgery technique]
"This... Did I encounter this?"
Qin Hao looked at the information that appeared in front of him and felt his heart beating rapidly. His face quickly turned red and he was so excited that he could not control himself.
Two million. He had only heard that the rich second generation in school had so much money.
Now, as long as he spent 2,000 to buy the incense burner in the other party's hand, he could earn 2 million?
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