The villain who wears a book, this year's heroines all have their own systems?

"Since you both have no opinion, let's start the game."

Fang Shijing didn't say anything more and announced the start of the game.

"Good luck."

Qi Xuan left a contemptuous smile and began to look for antiques intensively.

Lin Chuan was not as eager as him, but wandered around a few stalls.

In the eyes of everyone, his behavior is tantamount to self-defeat.

Qi Xuan, as a genius appraiser in the antique world, was nervously selecting antiques.

And he, a layman, can actually be so calm?

Where did he get the confidence?

Lin Chuan was actually not deliberately pretending, he was just looking for the booth that Qin Chao had picked up.

As described in the original book, the stall is in a corner, and the stall owner is in his fifties, wearing a gray sweater.

But after some searching, he didn't find this person at all.

Could it be because he arrived a few days early and the stall owner didn't show up?

Or was it not wearing that sweater?

So what can be done about this?

If you can't find the booth, you can't pick up the three big leaks.

It seems that those few curios are specially prepared for the protagonist of Heavenly Mandate Qin Chao to pretend, as a villain, he wants to cut off the male protagonist's Hu, it is simply a fool's dream.

He shook his head and sighed, ready to walk away.

Just then, a man in a gray sweater was suddenly seen walking out of the public toilet and trotting towards a stall.

"Thank you Aunt Wang for helping to look at the stall, heck, I ate my stomach last night, and I ran to the toilet several times..."

The old lady who was sitting in the stall immediately got up and got out of the way.

Lin Chuan immediately laughed.

No wonder I didn't find it just now, it turned out that the stall owner went to the toilet.

I almost missed it.

He suppressed his excitement and slowly walked to the stall and crouched.

"Handsome man, what do you want to buy? I'm all good stuff here, so you can buy it with confidence.

The stall owner saw that Lin Chuan looked like a rich man, and immediately greeted him warmly.

"Just take a look."

Lin Chuan's gaze quickly swept over the stall, and the knowledge about antiques in his mind was also running fast.

"Huh? Boss, are you still having something good that you haven't taken out?

After reading it again, he did not find the three curios that Qin Chao had missed in the original work, and immediately looked at the boss suspiciously.

"No, it's all here." The stall owner looked at Lin Chuan puzzled.

"Think again, are there any other objects?" Lin Chuan did not die and continued to ask.

"Something else?" The stall owner scratched his head, "I did receive a batch of goods yesterday, but I haven't had time to sort it out yet..."

Lin Chuan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Can you let me see it?"

"This..." the stall owner hesitated.

"Boss, don't worry, as long as I can fancy, money is not a problem."

Lin Chuan deliberately rolled up his sleeves, wanting to show off the Rolex worth 200,000 yuan, only then suddenly remembered that he had given the watch to another stall owner when he was loading X just now, so he had to withdraw his hand ruefully.

But what he meant, the stall owner had already received.

And he can also see that this little handsome man in front of him is a rich man.

"Okay, right in that car, I'll show you around." While getting up, the stall owner said to the aunt next to him: "Aunt Wang, I still have to bother you to help me look at the stall again."

Then, he led Lin Chuan towards a tricycle parked not far away.

When the people in the antique street saw Lin Chuan leaving with the stall owner, they all showed a strange smile.

"He really can look for it, and he actually found Zhang Mule."

"Zhang Mule's fake, but the antiques world is well-known, can you buy the real thing from him?"

"Poof, it's really laughing at me, he doesn't buy so many stalls, he has to go to find a mule, isn't this a rush to jump into the pit?"

"I can't wait to see his pitted expression..." Lin

Chuan followed the stall owner to the tricycle.

The rear compartment of the tricycle was covered with cotton cloth, and it was not clear what was going on inside.

The stall owner walked over and lifted the cotton cloth, revealing a pile of antique calligraphy and paintings.

"Handsome guy, see if there is anything you can like?" The stall owner stepped on the three-wheeled wheel and looked at Lin Chuan with an expectant face.

Lin Chuan's gaze was already attracted by this pile of curios, and he ignored his words.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

The kung fu paid off, and he really let him find those three curios.

"Boss, can I go up and see?" He asked quietly.

"Yes, but pay attention to your feet, don't step on them."

"No problem."

Lin Chuan turned over the tricycle, pretended to pick up a few curios and looked at them, and then put them down one by one.

It took a while to grind before picking up a scroll and slowly unfolding it.

It was an ink painting of a lotus flower, titled "Reflecting the Sun Lotus Flowers Are Different Red", and the final payment was Li Kuchan.

This is a master of calligraphy and painting.

Lin Chuan glanced casually, and then looked back at the stall owner, "Boss, how to sell this painting?"

The stall owner rolled his eyes, "That's the real work of Master Li Kuchan." Li Kuchan: Do you know? At that time, a painting of "Lotus Kingfisher" was auctioned for more than six million..."

Lin Chuan raised his hand to interrupt him, his expression was a little unpleasant, "Boss, are you really wronged by me?"

"This painting looks like a fake, do you see how rough this painting is?" And this paper and ink, at a glance, it is a beginner's handwriting

..." "Ahem..." The

stall owner hurriedly coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

This pile of curios was collected by him at the price of cabbage.

He had also seen this painting, and the brush edge was indeed slightly rough, not quite like it was from the master's hand, and it was probably a fake.

He originally thought that Lin Chuan was a rich second generation with a lot of stupid money, and he wanted to pit him.

But now listening to him, the head is the Tao, and it seems that he is an insider.

"I can't say that, even if it's not a genuine work, it's a rare imitation. If you like it, give 50,000 yuan.

"Boss, you're wrong. You said it was an imitation, and you dare to ask for 50,000? Lin Chuan immediately stopped doing it and began to bargain with the boss.

In the end, after some negotiation, the boss reduced the price to 20,000 and was unwilling to give in anymore.

Lin Chuan didn't bother to continue wasting saliva, "Okay, twenty thousand is twenty thousand." If it weren't for the sake of making my old man happy, I wouldn't want this kind of broken painting to give me away for nothing. As

soon as the stall owner heard his words, he immediately understood.

It turned out to be a loser, who wanted to buy a few curios to please his father, but he didn't want to spend more money, otherwise he wouldn't be able to find him.

"Do you want anything else? My porcelain and jade here are also very good, and Ling Zun must like it. The

stall owners began to sell other items vigorously.

This was exactly in Lin Chuan's arms, and he continued to pretend to look up.