Confucian Temple, antique market.

As the largest trading market in the East China Sea, this kind of place has given birth to another industry in addition to the large number of tourists.

Antiques storing.

Yes……

It's similar to the meaning of a wine tutor.

These people usually stay near the street.

Anyone who feels like a rich man goes over and sells some antiques in a thief way.

"Sir, look, this folding fan is very old, right? Let me tell you, this is made of the Emperor Bamboo of the Yuan Dynasty. It is absolutely real. I noticed you since you came here. I think it is a fate. The most important thing about antiques is a fate. You see, otherwise, I will give you half a discount of 25,000 yuan for folding fans, but I only need 10,000 yuan for you. How about it, isn't it very cost-effective?" The man next to Ye Bei was obviously the antique stutter. After saying this in one breath, he didn't stop. I guess I didn't know how many times he had memorized it in my heart.

Ye Bei said nothing.

Keep walking forward...

Although the person next to him kept making noises, in Ye Bei's opinion, this was more vital, so he did not stop him.

"Sir, sir, listen to me... If you think ten thousand is too expensive, I can give you another discount, only five thousand! Five thousand can be taken away... If it weren't for the fact that the folding fan was made from the tomb, I would never have sold it at such a low price..."

When the man said this, he put one hand on his chest, and from time to time an old bamboo fan appeared from inside.

However, Ye Bei still did not answer.

He continued walking.

Unconsciously...

I have already reached the central location of this Confucian Temple.

It was not until this time that Ye Bei slowed down slightly.

Because it was Suihen Antique Store in front of it, and the door was surrounded by people.

Ye Bei looked at him indifferently.

Seeing this, the man with a stingy eye next to him came to Ye Bei again: "Hey... little brother, you won't be interested in this, right? Let me tell you... Nine out of ten antique shops like this are fake, and ordinary people can't make money at all! And this shop is now targeted by James's team, and it will definitely be completely ruined! In recent days, there have been at least ten stores in the Confucian Temple because of James' team."

“Why?”

Ye Bei narrowed his eyes slightly.

Until now, he spoke softly, cherishing his words as gold.

Originally, the man next to him felt that he had missed this time...

But after hearing the words Ye Bei, he was idle and he was immediately happy: "Why? It's a very simple truth... Do you know how antique shops make money? It's actually very simple. They collect antiques and then deliberately set the price... Most of the prices are normal! But... there are some fakes and genuine ones, but they are different."

When the man said this, he turned his head and wanted to wait for Ye Bei to continue asking.

But……

The result was quite disappointing.

Although Ye Bei stopped... but the eyes were so dull, there was no slight wave or curiosity, he just looked quietly, that's all.

"This guy is really strange!" The man muttered in his heart, feeling a little boring, but continued: "The bosses are easy to get confused in some antique shops, which leads to directly selling some real things as ordinary antiques... Once those buyers buy them, they will make a lot of money! By the same token, the boss will also regard some fakes as real things... If they sell them like this, the boss will make a lot of money."

"Um!"

After hearing this, Ye Bei nodded lightly, neither salty nor light.

The man frowned slightly.

I feel more and more strange about Ye Bei...

At the same time, I also want to stimulate him severely.

So he immediately said: "The team of James I mentioned is specializing in antiques. It is said that they come from abroad and there are more than ten people in the team... Among them, James has a profound study of antiques in our China country! In recent days, they have been sweeping away the antiques in the Confucian Temple... If you just buy them, it's nothing! The key is that this team is quite powerful... They only buy low-priced antiques that the bosses have missed, and they do things without leaving any way out for the bosses. Whenever they see fakes being marked with high prices, they will directly point them out on the spot... In this way, the shops in the Confucian Temple will not be able to do business at all and they will go bankrupt one after another."

"That's right."

Ye Bei's mouth moved slightly and he replied lightly.

"That's right?" The man seemed a little unhappy: "From their perspective, it's definitely right... But don't forget that these antiques are all national treasures of our country. They are now acquired by them at a low price and then sold to the Chinese people at a high price. This is equivalent to making money from nothing, and invisibly sucking the blood of our Chinese people."

When he said this, the man looked indignant.

I really can't tell it on weekdays... This guy actually has such a patriotic heart.

but……

Only then did these words end.

The man leaned over his head and his voice became sneaky again: "If these foreigners hadn't been so annoying, to be honest, I would have wanted to sell this folding fan to them, and at least it would be sold for hundreds of thousands... But I can't do it, I can't make money against my conscience... So these days, I have been looking for a favorite buyer in this Confucian Temple... Little brother, you are wearing white clothes and a fairy spirit, and you are not an ordinary person at first glance. I think you are the only one who deserves this folding fan in the whole country of China! How about it, I'm a little cheaper, only 2,000... I can't buy it and suffer losses, and I can't buy it!"

"No! Go to this store first."

Ye Bei's voice was very calm.

"What's so good about this... It's been several days. At the beginning, I was still watching the excitement. Later, I found that the antique shop owners here were all very idiotic, all of them were crushed by a foreigner! I went to see it, but I just felt uncomfortable... If you really come to visit the antique street, it's better to go to another store to see it." The man spoke very quickly.

But Ye Bei ignored him at all.

Carrying hands...

Lift your feet.

He walked slowly towards the store.

originally……

There are many people around this shop, densely packed and can’t be squeezed in at all.

but……

When Ye Bei walked over.

Those onlookers seemed to have discussed in advance and made a way out.

"Damn...this is OK?"

Seeing this, the man who was following Ye Bei had spitted hard on the ground. Seeing those people getting out of the way, he glared at his eyes, then raised his feet and followed quickly.

It's not that he doesn't want to see it.

It's not what I just said for dignity...

only……

In the past, he couldn't squeeze in at all.
Chapter completed!