Su Mingzhe chose to travel through time again after everyone around him grew old.

When he opened his eyes, he found that there were people in front of and behind him.

"I'm queuing up...to pay my tuition!"

After a while, Su Mingzhe merged his memories and realized that he had traveled to East China University of Architecture and Architecture in 1995.

And I am a freshman this year.

"It seems like I haven't been a student for nearly a thousand years, and I feel quite nostalgic."

Su Mingzhe was thinking about how to live in this life while fusing his memories.

Just when Su Mingzhe was merging his memories, he heard the two people in front complaining:

"The tuition fees at East China University of Jianzhuan are not cheap. The tuition fee is 800, the accommodation fee is 270, plus school uniforms, textbooks, etc., it's 1,500 yuan..."

"If I had known that tuition fees at this university were so expensive, I should have enrolled in a normal university. Not only is there no tuition fee, I heard there are subsidies."

Su Mingzhe listened to the chat of several people, with a dull smile on his face.

Although many normal universities do not require tuition fees, the scope of employment is not wide, and many normal schools have to sign contracts in advance, which is far less free than other universities.

After a while, it was Su Mingzhe's turn.

After paying the tuition and getting the receipt, Su Mingzhe went to pick up the school uniform and camouflage uniform.

After everything was settled, Su Mingzhe touched his shriveled wallet, thought for a moment, turned around and walked out of the school gate without returning to the dormitory.

This year is already 1994, and flower growers have begun to flourish.

As the saying goes: gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times.

Although the price of antiques in the 1990s was far lower than that of ten or twenty years later, there were still many nouveau riche who were willing to buy treasures at high prices.

After Su Mingzhe left school, he went straight to the cultural toy market in Chenghuang Temple.

Because he only had more than 200 yuan for living expenses in his pocket, Su Mingzhe didn't have much choice. He walked around and spent 150 yuan on a piece of Ru kiln porcelain.

This Ru kiln porcelain must have just been dug out, and its quality looks very new, leading many people to think it is a ‘new product’.

However, after Su Mingzhe played with this piece of Ru kiln porcelain for a few minutes, the negative energy on it was dispelled, and it immediately took on the appearance it should have.

Later, Su Mingzhe took this piece of Ru kiln porcelain and came to an art store.

"Sir, what do you want to buy? We have everything here, this is from Ruyao, this is from Jingdezhen, this is..."

"I'm here to buy something."

Su Mingzhe turned around, calmly sat down with the store owner, and then placed the piece of Ru kiln porcelain on the table.

"Boss, you are in control."

As soon as the boss got his hands on it, he knew that the thing in his hand was a treasure, so he put it back calmly, and then asked with a smile:

"Guest sir, what's your surname?"

"Minggui, my surname is Su. What do you call the boss?"

"My surname is Zhao, Mr. Su. Just call me Shopkeeper Zhao. What price do you want?"

Shopkeeper Zhao could see that Su Mingzhe looked calm and did not look like a novice, so he was not prepared to make a big bargain.

However, in the antique literature and art business, setting a price is also a technical job, and he definitely can't quote directly.

"Shopkeeper Zhao, if you have something to say, I'll tell you directly. I just spent 150 yuan on this thing and bought it nearby. I picked it up."

Shopkeeper Zhao suddenly became envious and jealous after hearing Su Mingzhe's words.

Just such a thing is enough to keep the store open for at least half a year.

Su Mingzhe then smiled and said: "I also asked about it. Your Bailiuzhai has a good reputation, so I wanted to make a move with you. The price..."

Su Mingzhe said and made some gestures.

Shopkeeper Zhao looked at it and shook his head quickly:

"Mr. Su, your price is definitely not good. No one in the entire market can offer this price. Let me tell you the truth, it's at most 20%."

"Twenty percent is definitely not enough. This is a treasure from Ru Kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty."

Su Mingzhe and Shopkeeper Zhao couldn't come to an agreement after going back and forth, but both parties were unwilling to give up.

In the end, Su Mingzhe thought about it for a moment, and then said:

"Shopkeeper Zhao, how about this, how about I exchange this item for a treasure from your store?"

"What to change?"

Shopkeeper Zhao subconsciously looked towards his store's treasure.

Unexpectedly, Su Mingzhe did not pay attention to his eyes. Instead, he pointed to a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall and said with a smile:

"I want this painting by Zhang Daqian instead."

When shopkeeper Zhao heard this, he felt happy.

The paintings on the wall are not Zhang Daqian's works. They are clearly imitating Dong Qichang's landscape paintings, but using Zhang Daqian's seal.

However, shopkeeper Zhao didn't point it out. Since the customer had misjudged it, he couldn't blame him.

The two of them immediately called someone from the market management office to come over and made an exchange contract in triplicate.

After Su Mingzhe got the calligraphy and painting, he did not expose the contents of the calligraphy and painting on the spot, and smiled and said goodbye.

Shopkeeper Zhao sent Su Mingzhe away and quickly found someone to sell Ru kiln porcelain.

After Su Mingzhe got the calligraphy and painting, he immediately sent it to a nearby auction house.

The owner of the auction house called an appraiser and gave the appraisal result that the calligraphy and painting were fake.

Unexpectedly, Su Mingzhe borrowed tools from the auction house and cut the calligraphy and painting into two parts in less than a moment.

Behind the high imitation calligraphy and painting, it is clearly Dong Qichang's original work.

Su Mingzhe's operation shocked everyone on the spot.

The owner of the auction house immediately offered five million to buy the calligraphy and painting.

Su Mingzhe shook his head:

"Boss, don't think I'm young. I know the market. Dong Qichang's landscape paintings are worth at least 10 million."

"Ten million is ten million!"

The owner of the auction house was determined to get this painting.

Su Mingzhe negotiated the price with the other party again and again, and finally got the price of 12 million after tax.

After the matter was settled, the owner of the auction house took Su Mingzhe to a nearby bank to transfer money.

Looking at the twelve million in the bankbook, Su Mingzhe declined the other party's invitation to dinner.

Now that the transaction is over, these polite formalities are no longer necessary.

Su Mingzhe could feel that the other party did not sincerely treat him to dinner.

After finishing the transaction, Su Mingzhe went to several other cultural and entertainment markets.

I bought more than a dozen pieces of small and medium-sized leaks and resold them for a total of more than two million yuan.

Su Mingzhe kept more than two million in the space as spare cash.

"That's it."

Su Mingzhe went around the art and toys market in Shanghai, and he picked up everything that could be picked up:

"The antique antiques market in Shanghai is just like this. There are only a dozen or so antique antiques in the market."

However, this situation is normal.

After all, there are so many people who hang out in the literary and entertainment market all year round. If there is any treasure, it has been picked up long ago. Where is Su Mingzhe's turn to take action?

The dozen or so leaks he picked up today are either rare items that have recently appeared, or they have been used as "new items" by others.

In short, if he wanted to continue picking up leaks in large quantities, he would either come here more often in the future, or he would have to wait a year and a half before coming again.

After thinking about these situations, Su Mingzhe turned around and went back to school.

Today is the last day of reporting.

Along the way, Su Mingzhe saw many boys standing at the intersection, admiring the beauties.

Suddenly, a fat man next to me exclaimed: "Look, there is a beautiful woman in front of you. She looks pure and cute."

But I heard the fat man’s friend jokingly say in a sophisticated tone:

"Fat Ball, all the freshmen girls you see were actually senior women in high school two months ago."

Su Mingzhe originally didn't want to see any beautiful women, but these two people spoke so philosophically that he couldn't help but follow their gazes.

I saw a beautiful girl wearing overalls and shorts, dragging two heavy suitcases.

"Isn't this Zheng Wei?"
To be continued...