The next day was the weekend.
Ye Chen was dragged by his old husband and drove to the antique street early.
The old husband's entire body was refreshed, and as soon as he got out of the car, he beckoned to Ye Chen, "Go, I'll show you what it means to pick up leaks."
Said, striding towards the antique street.
Ye Chen had to quickly follow, looking around while walking.
Once the weekend came, there were a lot more people on the antique street than usual.
The antique jade shops on both sides were themselves very densely opened, and the vendors who came out to set up stalls on weekends were also densely packed, blocking the entire street at once.
There were also quite a few hawkers who had spread a plastic sheet on the ground, filled it with all sorts of antiques and jades, welcoming customers on the spot.
Ye Chen casually scanned, almost never saw any real goods, are black-hearted vendors to coax laymen and foreign tourists.
Many of the tourists who had bought fakes were completely in the dark, holding the imitations with a smile on their face, thinking that they had taken advantage of a great bargain.
"This is it!"
Xiao Changkun stopped in his tracks and stood in front of a simple ground stall, his face unable to hide his excitement.
Only to see a few travellers standing next to the ground stall, picking antiques, Xiao Changkun was afraid of falling behind and hurriedly squeezed into the crowd.
Ye Chen scanned a glance, this stall is nothing more than a piece of oil paper on the ground, set a dozen pieces of mud-stained antiques, what the blue and white horse, the five emperors copper coins, copper wine cups, blood and jade bracelets, yellowed paintings ...
There was a wide range of things, but Ye Chen just casually looked at them and realised that they were all fakes.
The stall owner was a dark-skinned skinny man, he wore a blue rough cloth coat, his hair was greasy and tousled, he had a naive and honest look, and the whole person looked mute as hell.
"Look at this!" Xiao Changkun excitedly greeted Ye Chen, pointing at a colourful bottle with a big belly and a small mouth, and lowered his voice, "This is the wine bottle that comes in a set with my two cups! I'll buy it back to make a set, and the price will triple!"
Ye Chen glanced at the wine bottle, weighed it in his hand, looked up and asked the boss.
"How much?"
The boss stared at his bulging eyes and said dumbfoundedly, "I, my father said, at least 20,000 yuan, not a cent less!"
When Xiao Changkun heard this, he almost doubled over in laughter, and hurriedly said to Ye Chen, "This boss doesn't know what he's talking about, let's hurry up and buy it, lest it be picked up by someone else."
After saying that, he hurriedly took out his waistband.
At this time, Ye Chen nimbly pressed his hand and laughed, "Dad, this thing is not worth 20,000, let's not buy it."
"What?" Xiao Changkun froze, "Then ... How much did you say it's worth?"
Ye Chen stretched out his palm and waved it in front of the boss, "This number."
"Five thousand?" The boss asked with glaring eyes.
Ye Chen shook his head, "No, it's fifty dollars."
The boss stared at Ye Chen for several seconds as if he was looking at an alien, and suddenly shouted, "Do you know anything? This is an antique left behind by my grandfather, a real treasure, you city people are too bullying."
Xiao Changkun was also anxious and pulled Ye Chen: "Don't talk nonsense, beware of screwing up your business."
Ye Chen laughed a little, picked up the bottle and turned it over, used his hand to pluck and pull the yellow mud stained on the bottom of the bottle, pointed to the middle of a slit and said, "Dad, look at what this is."
That slit was extremely small, if not for Ye Chen pointing it out, ordinary people would not be able to see it at all, and in that slit, a row of extremely small English letters was revealed.
"CHINA."
Xiao Changkun froze, his mouth was so open that he could stuff down an egg, and he could not react in half a day.
Suddenly, he came back to his senses, his face flushed red as he pointed at the boss and screamed.
"You, you're pitting people!!!"
Ye Chen took the wine bottle, shook it at the naive boss and said, "The manufacturers don't even dare to blatantly forge antiques, deliberately wrote this sign, you are quite smart, you still know to take the mud to block it on, in a word, thirty dollars, sell it or not?"
"This ..."
The boss froze for a moment, suddenly all the naive colour on his face disappeared, and he smiled sarcastically as he patted his head.