Chapter 3 Is it time for dinner?
Until now, Chen Shiquan still doesn't believe that it is his nephew's ability. Instead, he thinks that his nephew is just lucky when a blind cat encounters a dead mouse.
Therefore, he didn't pay much attention to it.
The next day, he and his uncle came to the antique street in Chinatown. The uncle planned to set up a stall. He carried his rags on his back and went to the place where he usually set up the stall. He fixed the pony and sat on it.
Next, it’s time to wait for the right person.
Those who do this are usually Jiang Taigong fishing - whoever wants to take the bait will take the bait!
Lin Yuan started broadcasting on time: "Brothers..."
Before he finished speaking, an old fan who had just entered the live broadcast room teased: "Is it time for dinner?"
Lin Yuan: "..."
Why does this sound a little familiar?
No, do you really think I am Runren?
"Hey! What are you talking about? I'm not here to beg for food. Don't compare me with those people. Just watch how I kill everyone on the other side of the ocean!" Lin Yuan started to brag again.
However, this time he was confident.
With the treasure hunt instrument in hand, you don’t have to worry about missing something or making a fortune. Therefore, he is not afraid to speak a little louder.
The few old fans in the live broadcast room like to watch Lin Yuan speak harshly. No matter how harsh your mouth is now, you will be hit hard in the face later.
"Uncle, let me take a walk." Lin Yuan greeted.
Chen Shiquan waved his hand: "Go! Don't run too far."
He knew that his nephew had just gone abroad and was still fresh about everything abroad. It was reasonable to want to go shopping.
Finally, he did not forget to remind: "Don't sympathize with the cripple over there, just pretend."
I'm afraid that my nephew is kind-hearted but too young and will be deceived.
Lin Yuan walked forward, stopping in front of every stall and scanning it with his treasure hunter. There were several antique stalls in a row, but there was no movement from the treasure hunter.
It seems that, whether at home or abroad, these antique stalls are full of fakes, and the genuine ones are hard to find!
Suddenly, a red light spot appeared on the screen of the treasure hunter. Lin Yuan stopped, squatted down, and scanned the stall next to him.
The stall owner was what Uncle Lin Yuan called a cripple, a disabled person. At first glance, it looks like a leg is missing.
Before Lin Yuan could say anything, the audience in the live broadcast room began to complain. Obviously you can just put a bowl, but you also put some small products for people to choose from.
With the old uncle's reminder, Lin Yuan naturally couldn't feel any sympathy.
He only thought about how to get the treasure.
After scanning the small items on the stall, Lin Yuan's eyes fell on an ancient book bound with thread.
"Can you read that book?" Lin Yuan asked.
The stall owner moved his body with difficulty, reached out to pick up the book, and handed it to Lin Yuan: "Read whatever you want."
Lin Yuan took it in his hand and was sure that the book displayed on the treasure hunt instrument was undoubtedly this book. He pretended to turn a few pages.
"How to sell?"
The stall owner smiled: "You can give me two thousand."
Lin Yuan: "RMB?"
"Of course it's US dollars! Who still uses RMB here?" The stall owner shook his head quickly.
There was a hint of local accent in his accent, but Lin Yuan couldn't remember which province he was from.
"Is five hundred okay?" Lin Yuan bargained.
It's just that he's not professional enough. A professional bargainer would probably give you one or two hundred dollars, or a few dozen dollars for a more serious price.
"Be pitiful! It's not easy for me as a disabled person with a broken leg." The stall owner began to pretend to be pitiful.
Emotions have made oneself like this just to make people feel embarrassed to bargain? Are you waiting here?
Don’t tell me, there’s something to this routine.
If Lin Yuan's uncle hadn't reminded him before, I'm afraid the audience in the live broadcast room would have helped to speak up. After all, disabled people are weak! But now, the audience in the live broadcast room all want to watch the fun. Just as Lin Yuan was about to speak, his old uncle's voice came from afar.
"Gui Jiao Qi, who are you kidding? That's my nephew. I've given you two hundred dollars too much. Do you want me to love him?"
The stall owner was stunned for a moment, then stood up in full view of everyone, and moved his muscles.
Then, he said to Lin Yuan: "I told you that you were his nephew! Why didn't you tell me earlier? I wasted my expression, give me the money! 200 US dollars."
Lin Yuan: "..."
Exposed and exposed? No more pretending?
The audience in the live broadcast room was also convinced.
Lin Yuan handed over 200 US dollars and took the ancient book away.
As soon as he was gone, the stall owner returned to his original position and continued to be his disabled person.
At this time, Lin Yuan's old uncle caught up with him.
"Uncle, you don't need to look at your stall?" Lin Yuan asked.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
Chen Shiquan glared: "If you buy like this, the little money won't be enough for you to spend. If I don't look at you, you can get relief in a few days."
At the stall, I can only ask my friends to help me take a look.
After saying that, his eyes fell on the ancient book in Lin Yuan's hand.
"You don't think this is really an ancient book, do you? I have also purchased this kind of 'old book', which costs about ten dollars a book. It is imported from the motherland." Chen Shiquan told the inside story.
"Uncle, you must have read it wrong. This is a genuine product and must be worth a lot of money."
Lin Yuan believed that the treasure hunter would not be mistaken.
The book in his hand is Song Longshu's "Collected Works of Wang Wengong".
Just now, he checked out Song Longshu's "Collected Works of Wang Wengong", which is extremely precious. It contains one hundred volumes and has not been reprinted since the Southern Song Dynasty. It was originally stored in the cabinet treasury of the Qing Palace. It was acquired by Baoying Liu Qirui's Shijiudezhai during the Guangxu period.
Seventy-six volumes have been auctioned for more than 200 million yuan, with an average of more than 3 million yuan per volume.
It's a pity that there are only volumes four to seven here, that is, four volumes. If calculated based on previous auction prices, these four volumes would be worth more than 12 million yuan.
Lin Yuan also understood that it was almost impossible to sell it at such a sky-high price.
After all, that was the auction price.
In addition, selling them in pieces like this is bound to not fetch a high price.
But even so, Lin Yuan was still extremely excited.
Even if he sells it for several million yuan, he will still make a fortune! You can move out of my old uncle's shabby place and find a place with a better environment to live.
As long as you open this book, you will find that the paper is printed by Xiang Fan or his son Pei generation using the back of old slips from the Shuzhou public treasury. Each page is stamped with the "Xiang family collection" regular script Zhuwen rectangle. seal.
"What nonsense are you talking about! If this is true, I will call you uncle." Chen Shiquan set a flag on the spot.
And the group of people in the live broadcast room also started to "cheat and drink".
"Don't believe it? Then let's go find Uncle De."
Chen Shiquan: "No need to go to Uncle De, come with me!"
He was determined to pour cold water on his nephew to prevent him from floating.
So, he took Lin Yuan to an antique shop not far away.
"Boss Lei, my nephew just collected a book. Could you please take a look at it?" As he said that, he picked up a pack of cigarettes on the counter and took out one by himself.
It seems that we are old acquaintances, come here often, right?
Boss Lei is wearing a hat and is very tall, about 1.8 meters tall.
"Is this your nephew?" Boss Lei looked at Chen Shiquan, then at Lin Yuan, and questioned.
"Dear."
(End of chapter)