Zhong Yue was carrying the heavy plastic bag and felt happy. The copper coin he grabbed was naturally not aimless and bought it casually. Just when he was shopping, the black and white world was particularly eye-catching in a pile of gray and white copper coins. That money was what Zhong Yue wanted to get.

He looked closely and found that the copper coin was covered with patina, so it was not eye-catching, but he dared to conclude that the money was different from other money, otherwise it would not have turned white.

Zhong Yue visited the next stall. The scroll was written by a couplet written by a famous top scholar in Songjiang in the Qing Dynasty. The characters were in a normal style and had some writing skills. However, when Zhong Yue asked about the price and the stall owner made the number 150,000 on the computer, he immediately became disgusted.

It is easy to be slaughtered in this kind of thing, but it is difficult to find a bargain...

"Brother Yue."

"Hey, you bought a lot."

Zhong Yue was walking around and happened to meet Ouyang Ming carrying a lot of things. Judging from this attitude, he should have to pay a lot of tuition...

Ouyang Ming whispered complacently: "I've picked up the bargain, I've picked up the bargain."

"What? Let's take a look..."

"Don't let it be, Brother Yue, let's talk about it when you go back, let's talk about it when you go back."

When Zhong Yue saw Ouyang Ming's mysterious appearance, he looked at the plastic bag in his hand and became angry. A small half of the bottle inside was exposed. Although Zhong Yue didn't understand porcelain, the things this kid bought were no longer fake. It looked like a fabricated thing. Who would have pinched the edge of the plum bottle into a wavy shape when he was shaping it? This foolish guy was probably fooled to buy this fake antique.

"Amin, I'll tell you something later. Go and get a piece of antique for me."

Ouyang Ming raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you go by yourself?"

"You're more in line with your identity when you buy it."

Ouyang Ming didn't hear what Zhong Yue said, thinking that Zhong Yue was praising him, so he smiled and said, "Yes. I always feel like a collector."

Zhong Yue smiled and said to himself: It is more in line with your naughty temperament.

He will inevitably be suspicious when he goes to buy it. However, Ouyang Ming, who is easy to cheat, has no doubt when buying it, and he will only think that Ouyang Ming is stupid and has a lot of money.

"Brother Yue, what did you say you should buy."

Zhong Yue pointed to the stall not far away and said, "Did you see stall No. 472?"

"That bald old man?"

"Well. I know this. I bought this plum vase from him. Brother Yue. I will tell you. I just pretended to be fine and stood aside to listen to the conversation. He said that the plum vase was an official kiln porcelain made by Emperor Qianlong. They planned to take it down for 80,000 yuan, but the old man stumbled on 90,000 yuan. Later, the buyer told the old man to wait and not close the stall. He went to a nearby bank to make money, saying that the card was not enough..."

"Wait, there is still a card swiping operation here?"

Ouyang Ming nodded and said, "Of course. Pos machine, otherwise how could I get so much money from here? I saw him sneak out to transfer money, and I immediately took it down 90,000 yuan. Do you think I'm smart?"

Zhong Yue rolled his eyes. This guy was mentally retarded! If a person really looked at something, he would be so idiotic that he could hear the price? The calculator on the table was a decoration? That was a condom, waiting for a fool like Ouyang Ming to get into it.

"With wit. It's best if you go there now and buy something for him."

"What do you think you buy?"

Zhong Yue looked at the chair where the old man was sitting and said, "Just the chair under his butt."

“…”

Ouyang Ming smiled bitterly, "Brother Yue, don't make trouble. That's just a rattan chair. What's the special thing?"

"It's because there's nothing special, so it seems abrupt when I go up and buy it, which can easily arouse suspicion. If you get back to life and familiarity with him again, it will be easier to talk."

Ouyang Ming didn't know what Zhong Yue sold in the gourd, and said, "Okay."

Zhong Yue went to the stall next to him as if nothing had happened, lowered his head and pretended to look at the antiques, while Yu Guang was watching the movements beside him.

"Uncle."

"Hey, young man, it's you again. I told you that this thing is left the stall, but it will not be returned." When the bald old man saw that it was the young man who had asked him to open it for three years today, the expression on his face was also particularly wonderful.

Ouyang Ming smiled embarrassedly and said, "No, no, no, I'm not talking about this. I also want to buy something from you."

The expression on the bald old man's face became even more complicated, and he stammered: "What? Do you want to buy it?"

Ouyang Ming felt that the things in his hand were a little heavy, so he placed them on the stall.

"Haha, Lao Zheng has not opened for three years, and he has been open for three years." The voice came from Zhong Yue. He looked up at the middle-aged man with envious expression. When the stall owner saw Zhong Yue staring at him, he withdrew his gaze, and did not ask for business. He put his hands on his chest, looking like he loved to buy it or not.

The old man smiled and looked over here, then shook another look at his colleagues, as if he was intending to let the middle-aged man treat Zhong Yue as a rush.

"Young young man, you have bought so many things, and you still have to buy them?"

"yes."

"I heard from my uncle. I can't chew too much. These things are enough for you to play for a while. Remember to read more and take action when collecting them."

Ouyang Ming listened to the old man's guidance and thought that he had met a conscientious businessman, so he almost knelt down and learned from his master. He hurriedly said, "Uncle, I have money."

“…”

Zhong Yue picked up a string of small-leafed red sandalwood and looked at it so that the smile on his face would not be revealed, and the stall owner here discovered something was wrong.

"Okay, what are you going to buy?" The old man smiled silly, and he was speechless. He couldn't find a fool on weekdays, but this time, he slaughtered a lot, wanted to find a conscience, and advised him, but he came to the door again, washed his neck and let him slaughter. Where can I find a reason for this?

Ouyang Ming pointed to the rattan chair behind the old man with a blushing face and said, "I think this chair is pretty good. Uncle, please offer a price, I'll ask for it."

"Chain...chair?" The old man felt bored. Someone liked this rattan chair? This torn chair was bought for 100 yuan. It was also sat for comfort. This kid actually regarded it as a treasure?

"Yes, uncle, I think this chair has a unique shape and exquisite materials, which is worth collecting."

The old man was almost laughing and crying. This young man could really hold his eyes off as a light bulb. Which one of the eyes could tell that the shape was unique? Whose stupid son is this? Take it away quickly.

"You really want it, take it away for 200 yuan."

Ouyang Ming was stunned, "Two hundred?"

"Ah, I think it's expensive. You guys, okay. You've taken care of my big business before, for a hundred yuan, and you won't sell it any less." The old man really couldn't bear to expose Ouyang Ming's low IQ Taobao journey.

When Ouyang Ming heard that it only costs 100 yuan, he immediately took out the money to pat it on the stall, put the things he bought on a rattan chair, and happily walked out with the chair in his arms.

Many tourists who were preparing to go out for lunch also smiled secretly when they saw Ouyang Ming holding a rattan chair with a pile of tattered rags on it.

Whose fool is this?
Chapter completed!