My Side Job is a Trader

The market was crowded with people and it was very lively, but the whole market was not as noisy as the vegetable market.

Everyone is doing their own thing, and many passers-by are walking around to have a look, and they will stop and look for a while when they are interested.

Most of the stall owners do not take the initiative to solicit customers. They only say a few words when someone asks them. Most of the time they spend silently watching the customers play and observe the objects on the stall.

However, Zhang Xin looked very carefully. These stall owners are very different from the stall owners on the main road outside, that is, they look ordinary in clothes, but the accessories such as watches that are occasionally exposed inadvertently show that they are not bad. Lord of money.

Zhang Xin can understand the truth after thinking about it for a while. After all, there are no ordinary people in the antique business. It can be said that at least 80% of the people in this market are not short of money. He came here with the purpose of picking up the leak.

In addition to the myths of getting rich frequently in the stock market and winning the lottery, there are also news from time to time in the antique business that some "lucky people" bought an object for hundreds or even thousands of dollars, and it turned out to be a rare treasure. , and then sell it for millions or even tens of millions, and you can achieve financial freedom all at once.

Even if Zhang Xin hadn't paid attention to antiques before, he had seen related news articles.

Zhang Xin scoffed at this. The probability of being able to find real antique objects from such a large pile of modern handicrafts was about the same as buying a lottery ticket, and stocks were even more reliable than this.

Zhang Xin was not interested in handicrafts at all, and walked quickly past the stalls. Compared with those stop-and-go people, he seemed very different in the crowd.

However, some stall owners were overjoyed when they saw it, because Zhang Xin behaved like a novice. Such people are easier to coax. some objects.

But after seeing Zhang Xin walking by quickly, they all put out their thoughts just now, because Zhang Xin was not interested in the things on their booth at all, and didn't even take a look at them.

Zhang Xin never cared about other people's thoughts. He came to a booth specializing in selling ancient coins, and then stopped to take a look.

Then Zhang Xin really found some copper coins, so like everyone else, he squatted in front of the booth and held the copper coins in his hand to feel it.

The booth is like a collection of ancient coins, but most of them are copper coins from the Qing Dynasty, and there is a small pile of knife-made coins, some of which are even incomplete.

Zhang Xin picked up several round copper coins with square holes, and found that when only a part of the copper coins were in his hands, there would be a faint breath along his arms to the center of his eyebrows.

The expression on Zhang Xin's face didn't change at all, and the stall owner didn't take the initiative to come forward to talk to him, but just looked at the "Encyclopedia of Ancient Chinese Coins Appreciation" by himself.

"Boss, how do you sell ancient coins here?"

Zhang Xin asked while picking copper coins.

Only then did the stall owner turn his gaze over, revealing an ordinary face of about forty years old, and casually said: "Copper coins are fifty yuan a piece, and ocean coins are four hundred and one."

Zhang Xin pointed to the knife coins and asked, "Are these copper coins all at the same price?"

The stall owner replied: "Eight hundred and one sword coins."

Zhang Xin nodded. After all, the Warring States Period is too far away from the present time, and the number of unearthed is limited. Even the most common sword coins cannot be as cheap as Qing Dynasty copper coins.

Zhang Xin then asked: "Uncle, can I choose by myself?"

"Okay! You can pick whatever you want."

Zhang Xin is still very curious about knife coins. After all, knife coins have only been seen in history books. In comparison, copper coins with round square holes have been touched after an hour, so they don't think it's unusual.

Picking up a relatively complete knife coin, Zhang Xin could only feel a cool feeling in his hand, but it didn't spread along his arm to the center of his eyebrows.

After careful observation, it may be because it has been buried in the ground for too long. It is almost covered with green patina, which has corroded all the words engraved on it.

Passed through more than a dozen well-preserved knives and coins, basically they are almost the same. Although there is a cool feeling, it is a pity that the breath is too small, and it can only spread to the wrist and dissipate.

As for the remaining damaged sword coins, Zhang Xin was not even interested in taking a look at them, so he just ignored them.

As for Dayang, Zhang Xin didn't care about it, and then directly picked one by one from the huge pile of copper coins.

Zhang Xin has no research on ancient coins at all, but he can feel the cool air by touching the copper coins, so Zhang Xin's selection criteria is to pick out all the copper coins that can transmit the cool air between the eyebrows. with.

At first, the stall owner didn't pay much attention, and was still reading the book in his hand. After a while, he glanced at the handful of copper coins in Zhang Xin's left hand. Brother, enough is enough, if you continue to choose, I will not be able to do business."

Hearing this, Zhang Xin looked at the stall owner in puzzlement, but his right hand still stopped moving.

The stall owner regained his composure and asked, "Is the little brother an insider?"

Zhang Xin shook his head, saying that he had never studied ancient coins.

The stall owner said in amazement: "The little brother can pick out five emperor coins from so many copper coins. Could it be that the little brother is a Feng Shui master?"

Zhang Xin was even more confused. The profession of Fengshui master can be said to be a representative of feudal superstition. Zhang Xin, who received scientific education since childhood, has never been in contact with so-called Fengshui masters. He never thought that he would be mistaken for Fengshui masters.

Zhang Xin quickly explained: "I'm nothing, I'm just interested in these ancient relics, why do you think I'm a Feng Shui master?"

The stall owner said: "Little brother, can you take a look at the copper coins you selected, are they all copper coins from Shunzhi to Jiaqing? These kinds of copper coins are the more valuable varieties in my pile of copper coins, because there are many people who are superstitious about Fengshui People want to collect the five emperors' copper coins, so the five kinds of copper coins have risen."

"Five emperors money?"

Zhang Xin asked suspiciously.

The stall owner was also puzzled, and asked, "Little brother, don't you know the five emperors' money?"

"I really don't know. Is there something else to say here?"

The stall owner asked back: "Then how did you choose these copper coins?"

Zhang Xin said as a matter of course: "Based on feeling."

The stall owner was speechless. This kind of answer was simply perfunctory, as if a person who made money by trading stocks said that he traded stocks based on his feelings, which made many old stock investors who have been immersed in stock research for many years directly break their defenses.

However, the stall owner explained patiently: "The so-called five emperors' money refers to the coins of five more powerful dynasties, which are often used by Feng Shui masters to make Feng Shui items to ward off disasters and block evil spirits."

Zhang Xin nodded with a vague understanding. Although he didn't understand what he said, he still kept it in his heart. He will read books and research on Feng Shui in the future.