My superpowers are refreshed every week

Thursday, morning.

Although this week's super powers are fun, there is an exam next week, so Chen Yuan didn't explore too much. In addition to reading a few pages of Xia Xinyu's diary every night before going to bed, I took a look at some of her mental journeys and various girlish forms.

It's a pity that no matter how hot it is, Yuzi is at least wearing underwear.

Fortunately, I have experienced the underwear of various skin types.

Of course, that was because Chen Yuan didn't want to peep. If he really wanted to see something, I could just sneak into the bathroom and touch the towel.

All I can say is that this man is too serious.

But it's not completely useless.

At this moment, it’s time to live.

On the school overpass, an old man selling antiques was setting up a stall.

Around him, some people gathered, seriously discussing a certain piece of porcelain that looked like a large vase.

"This one, this one, looks a bit like the one in the Forbidden City."

"And it is indeed an old item, not distressed. You can tell at a glance."

"This should be Jingdezhen ceramics from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty. The signature is very correct."

"It's a good thing. How much does it cost?"

Seeing someone asking, the old man sitting on the pony stretched out his hand very arrogantly and made a sign of eight: "180,000."

"Hey, it's not expensive." An old man wearing black-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses, continued to rub the bottle, and nodded, "80% of this stuff is real. I suggest you find a professional The appraisal agency will take it to auction."

When he said this, the man next to him opened his eyes and observed carefully.

"I don't understand what appraisal means or not. There are too many liars." The old man waved his hand and said, "My family used to be a rich man. I won't talk about some reasons. The only thing left is this. At that time, my grandfather, It was given to him by a Huizhou merchant in the late Qing Dynasty. Anyway, it has been passed down to this day, so you can take it for just 180,000 yuan."

"This is a real thing. One hundred and eighty thousand is just like giving it away for free. I still suggest you keep it for yourself or donate it to a museum."

"This?" When the scholar-looking man with black-rimmed glasses was talking, the man who had been staring next to him chatted with his companion. After chatting with his companion, the two of them stepped forward together and compared threes together, "Thirty thousand yuan, okay? "

"Then you don't have to think about it. If it's less than 180,000 yuan, I won't sell it for a penny less." The old man shook his head stubbornly, showing the aura of having three melons and two jujubes as dirt.

Now, two more old men were attracted, wanting to see what was going on.

Then, everyone gathered around the Jingdezhen porcelain and commented, which was very lively.

There are seven people here, and six of them are liars.

There is another one, Chen Yuan.

And when they saw themselves staring at them, they began to feel a little impatient. After all, acting is for the wrongdoers. High school students like Chen Yuan, who are protected by the law, are difficult to deceive and have no money. .

But I can't just stop acting. That would be too obvious and it won't deceive the enemy.

Being a liar also requires perseverance.

Want to relax?

Then you go and be a college student.

Chen Yuan was not interested in the big ceramic, but other things on the stall, such as some Yuan Datou, still attracted his attention.

So he squatted down and started touching the silver coins with his hands.

Seeing him making this move, everyone's eyes secretly focused on him, as if they were seeing a fat sheep.

Although high school students are difficult to deceive and are protected by the law, such people have more or less money. If they can deceive a hundred and eighty yuan, it will be breakfast.

This guy is studying Yuan Datou, which shows that he still understands a little bit.

Because the quantity of this kind of coin is not that small, the price is not exaggerated, but because of its antique properties, its value far exceeds that of silver nuggets of the same quality.

Usually those who are looking for this kind of thing have some knowledge. If they really find it, one can be sold for between 750 and 2000. And depending on the year, the price also varies.

Among them, commemorative coins of Feilong and Republic can be sold for tens of thousands.

But because this thing has a long existence, there are many ways to identify it. No matter how authentic it is, there are still ways to distinguish it.

A liar who is also half an antiques expert.

These people all have some knowledge of antiques, so they know that there are really no silver coins here.

Unfortunately, they are all fake, carved out with factory grinding tools.

Chen Yuan just touched them with his hands and checked the memories of these coins, and easily distinguished them all.

Including those Sun Xiaotou with a slightly smaller face value.

Again, all false.

And, it comes from the same factory.

Chen Yuan could even destroy this fake den on a whim.

Sure enough, it's not as simple as imagined.

He thought about going to the nearby antique market to appraise treasures and find some real things, but now, there are more and more methods of appraisal, and the methods are more comprehensive. If all those sellers sell in their stalls are fakes, how can they buy genuine products from the fakes?

Of course, not necessarily.

Liars, after all, are just liars, not gold captains. Their vision and knowledge are very limited, even if there are some small things in their possessions that are worth a thousand dollars (7k to 1w) or a thousand dollars (4k to 7k). Antiques, they themselves don’t know.

The stall owner was a little surprised when he saw Chen Yuan touch the silver dollar, then stop looking at it and turn his head to study other things.

Does this kid really understand?

Have you seen that these Yuan Datou are all fake?

Or rather, it was just for fun, and I never thought about buying it.

Or drive away?

Forget it, it's okay to let him take a look.

Anyway, it's all fake.

At this time, Chen Yuan touched a large white soup bowl, and the stall owner introduced: "This is white porcelain from Ding kiln."

Chen Yuan ignored it, turned over the bottom of the 'white porcelain', and saw a circle of red letters on it - for microwave use only.

Well, well, we also invented the microwave oven.

It is said that the "Yongle Dadian" records the principles and structural diagrams of microwave ovens. Unfortunately, a generator was not invented, which resulted in people in the Ming Dynasty not using this product.

What the hell, is it all a bunch of crap?

At this time, Chen Yuan saw a rusty bronze sword. He was so frightened that he shrank his hands and quickly separated from it.

Punish, uncle!

If this thing is true, your pension will be guaranteed.

Chen Yuan tentatively touched it.

okay.

Not the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, not the Western Zhou Dynasty, but last week.

Damn it, are you really just a pile of junk?

Chen Yuan was really bored and was ready to leave. At this moment, a memory suddenly rushed into his mind.

Earth kiln, sledgehammer, furnace, grinding tools, after forging, a phoenix hairpin was cast...

This process is a bit retro.

It doesn't look like a modern factory.

Then, Chen Yuan stared at Feng Chai, who had been touched by his hand. It was dark red and quite delicate, but not as beautiful as an industrial one.

When he touched me again, it was a scholar wearing white clothes and a cool hat, who looked a little shabby.

His hair is very lush, and he has not shaved his head or left his pigtails in braids. From this point of view, he is from before the Qing Dynasty.

The man was waiting at the corner of the wall of a large house with a hairpin in his hand. Suddenly, as if he heard something, the man wrapped the hairpin in a piece of silk with writing on it, then tore off a strip of cloth as a rope, tied it, and threw it into the wall.

On the other side, a gorgeously dressed, delicate and cute girl, about 14 or 15 years old, came up to her, picked up the silk, looked at the hairpin, hugged it to her chest, and smiled like a flower...

It is also a short story that is a favorite among ancient literati, about a poor scholar who is loved by a wealthy daughter.

What, writing a story about Bai Fumei falling in love with a poor Internet writer who just graduated from college?

You curse again! !

"How much does this cost?" Chen Yuan asked.

Obviously, this is not gold because it is rusty, so it cannot be gold-filled.

Therefore, when the metal is sold, it really has no value.

But after all, the year is here and the workmanship is pretty good. It’s worth a thousand dollars, right?

According to Chen Yuan's aesthetics, this might be worth a thousand dollars.

But it doesn’t matter. There’s a real guy in this pile of shit, so what kind of bike do you need?

Isn't this just a broken hairpin?

Is this young man attracted to you?

Do you think it's gold or gold-covered?

If it were gold-coated copper, I would have scraped off the gold powder on it!

Forget it, let’s just yell.

"Three thousand and eighty," the stall owner shouted casually.

When Chen Yuan heard this, he stood up with the hairpin and said, "Twenty."

"Can."

"?"

Everyone felt numb looking at the stall owner Chen Yuan who readily agreed.

No, you?

Damn, what a loss!

"Okay, I'll scan your Alipay."

Forget it, this thing is the real thing after all, no matter what, it is more than this price. Besides, even if it can't be sold, it would be great to wash this gadget and give it to Xinyu as a little headdress.

Then, I have to give Xinyu a set of Hanfu, a fan, and little red boots... Damn, it's time to play Miracle Nuannuan again.

Am I in love or raising a daughter?

"Okay." The uncle didn't think much about it. After all, these junk items were all found and cost basically nothing.

Take as much as he wants.

Twenty yuan can buy a box lunch.

"OK, take a look."

After Chen Yuan showed the phone to the other party, he stuffed the hairpin into his schoolbag.

Then, just walk away.

And those veterans began to gather together again, pointing and commenting on the same cultural relics in the Forbidden City.

This kind of deception would have been impossible to deceive people for eight hundred years.

But Chen Yuan still kindly took a picture and sent it to Li Tong.

Chen Yuan: A group of old men are cheating on the overpass opposite No. 11 Middle School, trying to get you some results.

It's okay to set up a stall, and it's okay to deceive people, but if you go out of your way to form a gang, that's a bit unethical.

Of course, the most unauthentic one belongs to Chen Yuan.

Knowing that this group of people are liars, they still spend money here, and they also take away the only thing that may be valuable.

While blasting Lao Deng's gold coins, he also kicked Lao Deng's job away!

I'm so bad, jiejiejie——

But if that thing is identified as a cultural relic, where can it be sold?

I won't be cheated, right?

Ah idiot... I can read minds, how could I be deceived.

Just find a place to pawn it, then figure out the highest price the boss can afford, and then take action.

Chen Yuan, who thought this way, went to school.

When we got to the classroom, it was almost time for morning self-study. Everyone was sitting in their seats, handing in homework and endorsing others.

Just at this time, the weekly physics test done yesterday was corrected and sent to Chen Yuan's desk.

"94 points, amazing, so much progress." Zhou Fu saw Chen Yuan's score, then looked at her own score of 92, and sighed, "Hey, you have surpassed me again."

"It's okay, I'll pass you two more times."

Chen Yuan put down his schoolbag and said calmly.

"Why?" Zhou Fu was confused.

"Now only chemistry and Chinese are a little lower than you." Chen Yuan replied.

"What a strong sense of winning..." After Zhou Fu complained weakly, she also took out the teaching materials and said forcefully, "Don't look at me like this, I have also scored 600 points in the exam before. Sooner or later, I will Will come back soon."

"Then I'll overtake you again."

"What are you talking about? You talk so much about tigers and wolves early in the morning."

Zhou Yu complained before sitting down, but after looking at Chen Yuan's physics scores, his face suddenly fell: "You guys make me feel sick!"

Progress again, progress again!

"The midterm math score is 80%, and the physics subject will improve by another 20 points. If the other subjects are a little better... wouldn't it be 650?" Zhou Fu, who had always believed in Chen Yuan, was a little embarrassed. Accepted.

"How is this possible?"

Zhou Yu smiled and said disdainfully: "The progress will be fast at the beginning, but we will encounter bottlenecks later. In just three months, he can improve from 500 points to an average score of the Ace Class? How ridiculous!"

Okay, okay, I haven't said anything yet, Yuzi, just stick your face over and let me hit you.

Damn, that’s a little too deliberate!

If this continues, sooner or later all the bastards in this class will be finished by themselves.

It's okay, the pussy from the 11th Middle School has been pretended to be 2050 by Mr. Chen Yuan.

But Zhou Fu is right. Next time, as long as she gets a perfect score or close to a perfect score in math and physics to this extent, if she improves a little bit, she will really reach 650 points.

And this score is already higher than the average score of Ace Class 1, which is 648.

The entire school's ranking is at least in the top fifty.

This score, even without those stories, can still be remembered by He Hongtao.

There is only half a week left to give it another try.

Provoke it! ! !

Thinking like this, when Chen Yuan took out the physics teaching materials from his school bag, he took out the hairpin.

However, suddenly, when he saw something, his expression froze.

"Hey, what a beautiful hairpin." After Zhou Fu saw this, she smiled and reached out to touch it.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan grabbed her hand seriously and refused to let her touch it.

"Ah, ah?" Zhou Fu was a little confused.

Chen Yuan did not explain. As if he had been electrocuted, the hairpin in his hand shook off the table. The expression on his face was still frightened.

Because he saw a woman in red hanging from a tree, with a hairpin stuck in her black hair...