At night, Ju Yi wanted to enter the room next door, but Lou Xiao'e rejected him sternly.
It was very simple. Her period was here, and she had to accompany her for a few days.
This made Ju Yi feel stifled. There was delicious food on the side, but he could only eat and not look. How could he stand it? Hence, he could only run back to his house dejectedly.
Lou Xiao'e saw him like this and scolded in amusement,""Virtuous!"
There were no entertainment activities at night, so he could only wash up and sleep.
In the second half of the night, he gently closed the door and slipped out.
Pigeon City was still quite crowded at night.
Life was tough these days. Although they had just been arrested, there were still many people the next day.
They were all holding flashlights and waving them around. It was really scary.
He found a place with the most people and stopped. Then, he looked at the stalls one by one.
Buying things was one thing, but absorbing emotions was more important.
There were many people setting up stalls around them. There were really all kinds of stalls.
There were people selling noodles, sweet potatoes, and even old clothes and shoes. There were all kinds of things.
Suddenly, the person who sold the bowls earlier came up.
He didn't know what Ju Yi looked like, but he felt that his figure was similar, so he came up to ask.
"Brother, brother."
"Oh, it's you."
When Ju Yi heard the voice, he knew who it was. Wasn't this the seller of the golden bowl?
"What? Is there something good again?"
"Brother, why don't you be quiet?"
"No problem, follow me."
After saying this, he went into the alley first.
The man looked around and gently waved his hand.
Not far away, a person with a similar build to him hurriedly followed him. His hands were crossed. It was a normal action, but he was intentionally or unintentionally protecting a certain part.
In an alley, Ju Yi stopped. He looked at the figure behind the two and said,"Is he the one selling this time?"
"Yes, yes, yes, it's him."
That person nodded repeatedly.
The person who followed hurriedly ran two steps forward. After looking around and confirming that it was safe, he took out a plate from his pocket.
"Look, how much is this worth?”
He took the plate and shone the flashlight on it. There was a slight reflection.
After looking at it carefully for a long time, he came to a conclusion.
He couldn't understand!
He really didn't know much about antiques. If it wasn't for the fact that he really liked the bowl from before, and the fact that it had earned him Emotional Value, he really wouldn't have been interested.
He didn't have the interest of those literary giants who liked to collect antiques. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person.
If there really was an antique, his first thought would be to send it to the firm and then auction it for money.
Seeing that Ju Yi didn't speak for a long time, that person was a little nervous.
"What do you think?"
His plate was not made of gold or silver, so he could still secretly inquire about it. However, there were not many people who were interested in this nowadays.
Even if there was, the price would only be ten or so yuan.
This plate was secretly taken from a prince's manor. It was a good thing. How could he bear to sell it for ten or so yuan?
If it wasn't for the fact that his family really couldn't make a living, he would definitely want to pass on this item.
Ju Yi raised his head and sighed in disappointment.
"As expected, not all antiques have Emotional Value to absorb.”
As for the authenticity of this thing, he did not have any doubts.
Although the plate looked a little old, the aura of history could still be seen.
As for whether this was a fake, there was no doubt about it.
When was this?
There were a lot of antiques on the market, and none of them were worth much. Who would spend so much effort to make a fake to fool people?
More importantly, who are you trying to fool?
Only when there were benefits would some people have some thoughts. As for now, who would care?
"You should know the era of this thing of yours, right?”
"I know. It's said to be an official kiln porcelain from the Song Dynasty, but I don't know what it is exactly.”
That person rarely answered honestly.
Ju Yi nodded.
Although he was a little disappointed, he still liked such a good thing in front of him.
Although he wasn't interested in these things, it didn't stop him from collecting them and increasing their value in the future.
"How much do you plan to sell it for? If it's suitable, I'll take it."
That person was a little conflicted. After a moment of silence, he said awkwardly,"Why don't you give me a price?"
"Fifty, not a single cent more."”
"Alright, alright, alright. It's settled then."
The man was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.
He was already satisfied that he could sell it for so much money all of a sudden. It was much better than selling it elsewhere for more than ten yuan.
"Alright, it's settled then."
He pretended to take out 50 yuan from his pocket and handed it over. Then, he said,
"If you have these things, you can leave them with me. I'm here often. "When the time comes, you guys can wait at the end of the alley. If I don't come, draw a circle in the corner and I'll know.”
"Alright, I'll listen to you."
They had no objections.
Moreover, they seemed to have found a way to make money. The two of them looked at each other and nodded silently. They were so excited that their bodies were trembling.
Ju Yi ignored them and turned to leave. However, before he left, he still said,"I don't care where you got it from or how much it costs. What I want to say is that it can't be fake.”
"Yes, yes."
How could he not know? Moreover, was there a need to fake it?
In this day and age, two or three out of ten houses had good stuff in them. When the time came, they could just buy it at a higher price than the market price!
Seeing that the other party was so generous, it was obvious that he did not lack money. How could they work for nothing?
For example, in their village, there were many people who could not survive. They looked for connections everywhere to collect their things, but they could not sell them for a long time.
"Alright, let's retreat."
Without waiting for the other party to reply, he turned around and walked out of the alley.
Since antiques couldn't absorb emotions, it was necessary to absorb some emotions every day.
Although the effect wasn't very great, it was still meat no matter how small the mosquito was. After accumulating for a long time, it was still a considerable income. He couldn't keep hoping that he would encounter something with emotions, right? The probability of that was too small.
They strolled around until it was almost time and the number of people in Pigeon City was decreasing. They then strolled back.
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