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Chapter 474: Only worth two hundred?

When Lu Qiao thought of this, an idea came to his mind.

Life is really short, and my life span is less than a hundred years. In the eyes of the gods, it is only three months, which means that if you can't see the Jade Emperor, only Taibai Jinxing knows about this matter in the world. Three months passed in a flash, so Taibai Jinxing dared to make such a deal with him.

And if what Xiaotian said is true, in fact, the gods and immortals are also spying on the earth with the Jade Emperor on their backs? This one is said to be airtight, but in fact, the gods and immortals are crossing the line.

But in contrast, our current technology has been formed in a short period of time. From radio technology to telephones, the invention of telephones is only more than two hundred years.

This means that only a year has passed in Heaven.

Human beings have evolved from the feudal superstitious class that has nothing and can do nothing to evolve into technology and the current developed modern society.

When Lu Qiao thought of this, he felt that he was insignificant and also understood how insignificant humans would be if these technologies were really brought to him by aliens.

In contrast, the four ferocious beasts are just small existences, so they can be understood.

"Road Bridge?" Xiaotian shook in front of the road bridge.

Lu Qiao smiled and said, "Wait, I'll teach you. This thing can be exchanged for money. I'll teach you how to do it now. If you know, you will not have to go so hard when you come to the mortal world."

"You mean? Is this money still valuable?" Xiaotian looked at Luqiao with a smile.

Lu Qiao lit his head and pulled Xiaotian to walk in the alley. Lu Qiao remembered that there was a pawnshop in Lu Qiao in the alley in Lugang.

This pawnshop often passes by when he is taking Xiaoxue, just at the end of Sanguandian Lane.

That is, the back alley of the primary school, Luqiao pulled Xiaotian to walk here.

Xiaotian kept looking around at this time, not sure where he was.

Luqiao looked at the empty door sign, with a large traditional Chinese character "dang".

Lu Qiao pointed and smiled: "Do you know where this is? Remember this word."

Xiaotian lit his head: "I remember the words, where is this?"

Lu Qiao smiled and said, "The pawnshop is just something valuable that can be used here to exchange for money."

"Are all valuable things OK? But aren't those pieces of paper worthless anymore?" Xiaotian looked at Luqiao.

Lu Qiao walked in with a smile: "Some things are worthless in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of some people, they are treasures among treasures."

Luqiao entered the pawnshop, and a young man was playing with his cell phone.

There were starlings on both sides in the cage. At this time, I saw someone coming in and shouted excitedly: "Congratulations on getting rich, welcome."

Lu Qiao was startled and glanced at the spiritual consciousness. He found that it was just an ordinary starling and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's so good to teach, is there anyone here?"

The young man playing with his cell phone put down his cell phone: "Aren't I a human?"

"I'm going to be something, I might need older people to come to see you. I see you are so young and may not know the value of what I'm going to sell." Lu Qiao explained.

The young man waved: "My name is Wenbo, no one in Lugang dared to say that I can't do it. Our family has been doing this for generations, so take a look. If I can't see it, I will ask my grandfather to come out and give it a look."

Lu Qiao was careful and took out only one piece of paper money in his hand and handed it on.

Wenbo looked in his hand, then opened it completely, picked up the magnifying glass on the table and looked at it. Wenbo paid attention to the lower left corner, and he was actually doing a fake business. So he understood that there was something wrong with this thing. This thing was better quality than the goods sold in his hand. But unfortunately, these two people didn't know anything and didn't even make it old.

"Is it a good thing?" Lu Qiao asked.

"It's too new, it's a high-quality imitation. It's worth noting. I'll take it for two hundred. I'll give it a brief explanation. If you meet this crazy person, you can only take action. If you want, stay and don't go out." Wenbo explained.

"You are a high-quality imitation." Lu Qiao retorted.

"Do you dare to admit that this is true? I mean, do you have a board in your hands? You can print the board with real Jiaozi, and then print it with paper?" Wenbo said.

"What board? This thing is real." Xiaotian shouted.

Lu Qiao blocked Xiaotian: "You're welcome."

"Sheng, I'll talk to you all. This thing is called Jiaozi, an ancient silver note. It's from the Northern Song Dynasty. It's more than a thousand years since the present. Can a piece of paper be kept for a thousand years? I'm stupid? So it must be fake. If you want to admit that this thing is real, then you can give me the board that prints this thing. If the board is new, you can copy it, it's worth two thousand or three thousand. It's just that you're copper, iron or stainless steel. But if you say you printed it with the original mold, the original mold is a national treasure. It's priceless, so do you say you really want to sell this thing out, or do you want to be unlucky for me?" Wenbo looked at Lu Qiao and Xiaotian.

After hearing this, Lu Qiao understood immediately that the money might have been printed and carried with me. The real thing was one thousand years ago, but Xiaotian stayed there for only three years. No paper could really survive that long, so the other party felt that this thing was so real and looked fake.

"So, we also took it from others, and there are six in our hands. If you have 200 yuan, then I will sell it all." Lu Qiao said, thinking that it would be very valuable real money. Unexpectedly, the ancient silver notes are worth 201 yuan.

"Six? Then I'll tell you. If the other five are torn, I will receive two hundred yuan for this one. Otherwise, one more is discounted. Two more is worth one hundred yuan. If three, one is worth fifty, and so on. If six, I don't want any one of them." Wenbo replied.

"Why is this?" Lu Qiao said in confusion.

"You are stupid and I am stupid? Do you have six? You get them from others, so those who have boards. One piece is sold for 200 yuan? Can you print hundreds or thousands of pieces a day be sold for 200 yuan? Do you think you are printing money? Are you opening a printing factory?" Wenbo said.

Lu Qiao took out the five Jiaozi from his hand from his waist, and his heart skipped a beat.

"As long, don't tear it up. I won't lie to you. I'll give it to me together. I'll suffer a loss. Is it a hundred yuan per piece? I'm also making a bet with you that no one sells this thing outside. All these six things are in my hands, and I'll find an acquaintance to dispose of them. Otherwise, I'll spend 600 today and this thing will be all in Lugang tomorrow. Wouldn't it be a flyer? Your family's flyer is one hundred?" Wenbo said.

Lu Qiao thought that if he didn't give it out, it would be a blank paper in his hands, and the place to give it is worth 600. But Lu Qiao obviously had a temper when he said that Wenbo.

Lu Qiao turned around and planned to leave, pulling Xiaotian.
Chapter completed!
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