Nanjing, Confucius Temple Antiques Market.
The antiques market, also known as the secondhand goods market, is not very large—only a few hundred meters long. Beneath the feet lies the faux ancient blue bricks, and on both sides stand various stores selling all kinds of items.
At the store entrances, there are stalls—though calling them stalls is a bit of a stretch, as they are merely pieces of cloth or newspapers spread out on the ground, upon which all sorts of objects are placed.
Lin Xiao, with his phone hanging from his neck, was live streaming. Walking from one end of the street, he said, "Look, everyone, this is the Confucius Temple Antiques Market, and they sell all kinds of things."
"I'm just here to take a look today, maybe I'll get lucky and find a good deal!"
"Along the way, I'll also share some knowledge with you all."
Lin Xiao smiled and continued walking.
One day earlier, he had received a system—a "Recycling System."
Along with the system, he was given a new player's starter pack, which included a "Porcelain Recycling Manual."
The system was simple: everything could be recycled!
Moreover, by recycling items, rewards could be earned.
When Lin Xiao first understood the system, he was in despair.
Others had awakened systems, and they were either checking in daily or were rich beyond measure.
But for him, why did it feel like he was reduced to scavenging?
However, when he tried recycling an item, he suddenly realized that this system seemed rather extraordinary!
When recycling items, the system would assess the value of the objects.
The evaluation would reveal the item's age, material, and even who had used it and how many times it had changed hands. Everything was clear!
He immediately realized that this system was no joke!
This was far beyond simply recycling garbage.
It was more like a treasure-hunting tool!
Moreover, he himself was a live streamer.
This identity was great; he could gain followers while live streaming and simultaneously have a market for his items.
After all, antiques, even if found cheaply, had only two possible routes: either they were kept for personal collection or sold.
But not everyone can afford them, nor would everyone want to buy them.
One must have their own sales channels.
As a live streamer, Lin Xiao thought this was ideal.
Once his name was known, if anyone was interested in antiques, the sales would follow naturally.
Of course, there was another crucial factor: credibility!
Collectors who buy antiques usually either hunt for them themselves or go to auctions for them.
At least that guarantees some level of security.
But if you, an ordinary person, simply claim something is an antique, who would believe you?
But if Lin Xiao became famous, and managed to sell a few antiques, his reputation would ensure that others would trust his items.
At that moment, Lin Xiao's live stream had over a hundred viewers, all drawn by the name of the broadcast.
"Live Treasure Hunting!"
Viewers loved this kind of exaggerated live content, where you invest a little and potentially gain a lot.
"Host, you're brave, daring to come to a fake goods market!"
"Hahaha, live streaming treasure hunting—does anyone really believe there are real antiques here?"
"Of course, there are real items, but finding a good deal is practically impossible."
"Treasure hunting, that's when you buy something for a few hundred or thousand and sell it for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands. If you spend tens of thousands, that's not treasure hunting!"
Lin Xiao smiled but remained silent. Before coming here, he had done his homework, and he knew enough about the basics without needing anyone to remind him.
He avoided the shops on either side—though they sold antiques, the prices were too high.
The prices of the items on the stalls outside weren't cheap either, but of course, if they asked for 100,000, you could bargain.
If you could bring it down to 100, that would be quite an achievement.
It was just after 10 a.m., and the antiques street wasn't too crowded.
Lin Xiao scanned the stalls on both sides, walking toward a stall on the left.
The stall owner was an elderly man in his fifties, looking like a farmer, sitting on a small stool. In front of him, there were a dozen or so scattered items on display.
When he saw someone approaching, the old man smiled but didn't greet them, seeming a bit uncomfortable.
Lin Xiao smiled and didn't say anything.
Most of the stall vendors on this antiques street looked like old farmers.
Why? Because this appearance made people feel more trustworthy.
As for the uncomfortable look, who knows—it might be just an act. Anyone who takes it seriously is a fool.
Lin Xiao squatted down, smiling, and said, "I'm just looking."
The old farmer smiled innocently and said, "Feel free to look."
Lin Xiao casually picked up a jade ring. As he examined it, he said, "The antiques market is different from a regular market. If you want to look at something, just tell the owner, and you can pick it up yourself. Especially with porcelain or jade, these things break easily. If the owner hands it to you and it falls, who's going to take responsibility? So, there's also the saying 'don't touch porcelain.' It's a way of guarding against people's bad intentions."
"Really? That's a thing?"
"There are that many tricks?"
"Is this an antique market or a scam?"
"Well, sometimes it really is a scam."
"Especially with jade and porcelain, once these items are damaged, they might demand tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. Some people even lie about it."
"I've learned something new!"
"You know a lot, host."
Lin Xiao casually said that, and the old man didn't mind.
As soon as he held the ring, all the information about it appeared.
Item: Jade Ring.
Details: None.
Material: Han White Jade.
Era: Modern.
Condition: Used.
Quality: Poor.
Summary: Trash!
Market Price: 5 Yuan.
Recycling Price: 3 Yuan.