Crossing the Future Maker

Thirteenth Street is very lively, and quarrels can be heard everywhere.

Although there are many fake antiques, they are not all genuine. If you find a valuable antique, ordinary people will not have to worry about it for a lifetime.

Therefore, even if they knew that the chances were slim, and some people once went bankrupt, but the antique industry still can't stop people's enthusiasm and their speculative psychology for antiques.

"This is what I saw first."

"I got it first."

The two old men were arguing over a broken jar.

"Boss, how much is it, I bought it."

Another old man blushed: "Boss, how much is it? I have 100 more stars than him."

"100 star coins can top a fart, this is what I saw first."

"What is that?" Qin Nan stretched his neck and looked around.

Feng Yan retracted his gaze and shook his head: "I don't know either."

The shape of the broken earth jar is weird. It is said to be a pickled cabbage jar. Damaged, obviously this is not an item of the earth, to put it bluntly, this is a fake.

There is no such sturdy jar on earth.

Qin Nan was disappointed and pointed to the largest store: "Let's go there and have a look. I heard others say that the goods of the Fire Mercenary Group seem to be sold at his house."

Feng Yan nodded, there is nothing he can do about it, he came to Antique Street mainly to check the market, and buying antiques is second, and now he mainly wants to make money.

100,000 credit points may seem like a lot, but in fact, it has not been spent, and has not yet dropped. Today, he went to more than 10,000. If he wants to leave Fuguangxing, his money is essential.

Feng Yan already had an idea in his heart, and he could start preparing as long as he checked the market.

Several people came to the store, and there were already several customers.

Feng Yan took a look around, and he immediately burst out laughing, only to see a few big characters hanging in the middle of the shop "Peace is far away!"

"What are you laughing at?" Qin Nan asked strangely.

Feng Yan held back a smile, quickly sorted out his facial expressions, and put on a serious look: "His shop is very big, I'm very happy."

Qin Nan grinned happily, thinking that he was happy to see a hunter.

The clerk was very proud when they heard their conversation, and pointed to the big characters in the middle: "This is not for sale, our boss finally got it, and hang it here for everyone to watch."

Feng Yan nodded: "The word is good."

The clerk was extremely proud: "Of course, this character was written by Mr. Feng."

Imperial College, even he is full of typos...

Feng Yan suddenly felt that his future was in jeopardy.

Imperial Capital Academy, is it really good?

"What do you want to see?" The clerk asked kindly.

Feng Yan retracted his thoughts, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and said, "I want to see calligraphy, calligraphy, paintings, or books, preferably items from ten thousand years ago."

The clerk smiled brightly: "You have come to the right place. In the entire floating star, except for us, there are very few things from 10,000 years ago."

The clerk said, turned and went into the house, and came out again, holding a metal box in his hand.

"Be careful, this is a valuable item, you can only see it, don't touch it." The clerk carefully opened the box, and inside was a yellowed book with nine chapters on arithmetic. The word, at first glance, does look like an ancient book.

Feng Yan frowned: "I can't see it, how can I tell the authenticity?"

The clerk smiled: "In these years, who can tell the truth from the fake, otherwise, this book has already gone to the museum, how can it still be here with us, can you buy the real one, you can only read it Your luck?"

Feng Yan said, "How many stars does this cost?"

The clerk quoted: "50,000, as long as 50,000 star coins, you can take it."

Fifty thousand...

Qin Nan was stunned, how many credit points did he get?

Feng Yan shook his head: "Forget it, I'll look at other items."

The clerk looked a little anxious and said with a smile: "You can see it, it's not impossible, I'll turn a few pages for you, you can touch it, but it can't be damaged."

Feng Yan moved in his heart and motioned the clerk to open the book.

I haven't touched the real thing, and he can't tell the authenticity of it just by visual inspection. If this ancient book is genuine, he will be lucky.

The clerk opened the book a few pages, and the handwriting inside was neat, like a manuscript.

Just...

Fakes are not real.

Feng Yan touched the texture of the paper, glanced at the text on it, and his disappointment flashed, and slowly said: "I don't want it anymore, thank you."

The clerk elongated his face and immediately became unhappy, just responding to an old saying, turning his face is faster than turning a book.

"You have seen it, touched it, and checked it. Do you still want it?"

Feng Yan took a look, glanced at the people looking around, and looked at the clerk apologetically: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that the money is not enough."

The clerk's face was ugly, "Clap!" He closed the box: "What kind of antiques do you have to look at without money, it's because of the people you wear."

The clerk frowned: "Tell you!"

Feng Yan grabbed Qin Nan and motioned him to calm down.

Qin Nan stepped out of the store with an angry face, and he complained dissatisfiedly: "What kind of attitude does he have, why do you look down on people, you are still a student of Imperial College, don't you? It's definitely fake."

Feng Yan smiled gently: "It is indeed a fake."

"What?" Qin Nan's eyes widened.

Feng Yan said slowly: "That book is nine chapters of arithmetic, it looks like the real one, but what is written in it is really unflattering, twelve times fourteen equals three Eighteenth, there are many typos, otherwise it is still possible to deceive people, after all, it is not easy to copy such an ancient book."

Qin Nan was delighted, and did not doubt his friend's words at all: "I knew it must be a black shop, let's go to another place to have a look."

Feng Yan nodded: "Okay."

Several people went to several shops, and finally Feng Yan bought only one coin, which is a 2,000 yuan coin in the park, and it is rare to keep it up to now. Bought it, only as a commemoration, nostalgic memory of the 21st century.

After leaving the market, it was already dark.

Feng Yan glanced at Aiweier, thinking how to get rid of him: "You go to the hotel to book a room first, we will come when we go shopping, and then the communicator will contact you."

Aivil shook his head: "No, your physical fitness is poor, my father told me not to leave, I must protect you."

Feng Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, protection, it should be surveillance. He smiled and said, "With Qin Nan here, what are you worried about? We won't go far."

Aiweier is firm, no matter what Feng Yan says, he will not leave.

Feng Yan did not persuade much when he saw this. After a little calculation in his heart, he said, "Then let's go to eat first, then go to the hotel together, and come to the black market tomorrow." Anyway, it was getting late. , I'm not in a hurry now, I can always find opportunities when I go to the black market tomorrow.

"Okay." Evil breathed a sigh of relief, and only stared at Feng Yan more closely. Today, the young master is very mysterious, and his temperament is also very wrong, and he never knew that the young master actually knew ancient characters. Everything made him feel very uneasy.

Several people found a nearby restaurant, and after eating, Feng Yan was about to pay the bill.

"Hello, you have already paid."

Feng Yan was slightly taken aback, what's going on?

Qin Nan looked around in surprise. He didn't remember any acquaintances he met just now.

Ever was uneasy and even more uneasy. He remembered that the young master has no friends at all except Qin Nan, who would be so kind to invite them to dinner, not to mention that this is still in Selo.

At this moment, a man in a black suit came over. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a stern face and eagle-like eyes, which made him look imposing: "Hello, Our boss wants to invite you over there."

Aiweier's eyes were vigilant: "Who is your boss?"

Qin Nan gave him a look, isn't this nonsense? It's strange that people are willing to say it, but this man looks so fierce, and he has some concerns.

The man ignored them and only turned his gaze to Feng Yan, waiting for his answer.

The man said, "I just want to ask you a little favor."

Feng Yan smiled lightly: "Lead the way." The man used honorifics and said that he wanted to ask him for help. As long as there is no danger, it's okay to go and see. Moreover, Feng Yan felt that the man's boss was looking for him because of antiques. He thought about it carefully. Today, he has only been in the limelight once on Thirteenth Street.

"Please." The man was very satisfied with his refreshment and took the lead in leading the way.

Several people left the restaurant, came to a club not far away, and took the elevator to the top floor.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Feng Yan immediately found a familiar figure. They had met in Jingdaoyuan before. Thanks to his spiritual power, he had the ability to remember .

The figure stepped forward and said with a smile: "Hello, my name is James, please forgive me if I take the liberty to invite you here."

Aiweier yin and yang strangely said: "Please ask, why do you apologize."

Feng Yan's eyes flashed, and he found that he seemed to underestimate Aiweier, who said he had no brains, people are actually very smart, no wonder the original owner has never had friends, just based on Aiweier's attitude, Even if the original owner has friends, I am afraid he will be offended by him.

Feng Yan felt that Leiha and his son did not want the original owner to make friends at all, because only in this way could they firmly control the original owner. Qin Nan was an accident. Yu Xin and Qin Nan were poor and had no background, so they didn't stop her.

James' face was a little bad, and there seemed to be something rolling in his eyes, which was a little intimidating.

Feng Yan calmly said: "The servant is not sensible, don't take it off."

Ever's face changed, embarrassed.

James' expression was slow: "Where, I am too abrupt, the boss is in front, I will take you there, please."