2018, Beijing, Antique Street.

"Young man, don't sleep, why do you sell books for villains?"

Jiang Yang woke up from his sleep hazy and glanced up.

A big pie face came into his sight.

At the same time, everything around you comes into view.

Bogu shelves, porcelain, thread-bound books, cultural bracelets, jade ......

Jiang Yang couldn't believe it, and suddenly turned his head to look at the upper right.

The wooden plaque of "Rongyang Zhai" written by Shen Peng is hanging directly above.

Flatbread face teased: "What's the matter, it's like sleeping and crossing over." Brother, you are still on Earth, today is July 6, 2018!"

Jiang Yang stood up suddenly, and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket uncomfortably to check the time.

It's really exactly the same as the pie face said.

"Thirty-one, one hundred and twenty-five!"

"One hundred and fifteen copies!

"Done!"

After enthusiastically sending off the customer, Jiang Yang patted his face and pinched his thigh.

"I actually crossed over!"

This was exactly five years ago.

Jiang Yang did not panic in the slightest, but was a little excited.

In mid-July 2018, his father Jiang Jiangang had no choice but to pack up the store due to poor management and expensive serious illness surgery fees.

Although the family got a good income, Jiang Jiangang needed start-up capital to make a comeback, and in the end, there was not much money left.

Jiang Yang joined a game company as a content planner after graduating from his bachelor's degree in 18 years.

The salary can support himself, but the money saved cannot cover the down payment in the capital.

Jiang Yang picked up his mobile phone and wanted to make a voice call to his mother Huang Yixiu.

Jiang Yang remembered that one of the goods that Rong Yangzhai later sold out was one that his father looked at, and was finally taken away by the auction house and sold for a high price of 200,000 yuan.

And this money is just enough to solve the problem of my father's surgery fees.

A translucent light curtain suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Yang.

[Host detected, system binding...]

[The binding is successful, and now the knowledge structure of the host is checked.] 】

Is this the benefit of the traverser?

Jiang Yang has read a lot of starting point novels, and he is no stranger to this kind of bridge section with a system after crossing the back.

Based on his background and experience, it is likely that this system will give him the ability to identify the vintage of antiques.

When the time comes, with this ability, the starting point Golden Pupil Zhuang Rui will be nothing!

Sure enough, straight men who love to laugh won't be too lucky!

Jiang Yang finally restrained his heart and began to look at the new content on the light curtain.

【Eye-punching system】

[Within the specified time, if the number of consecutive eye-piercing reaches a certain number of times, you can get a financial reward equal to the purchase funds]

It's not a treasure system, but it's not easy!

Although Jiang Yang is regarded as the young master of Rongyang Zhai and a graduate of the History Department of Beijing Humanities University, it is not easy for you to let him buy fakes ten times in a row?

You know, in the 18-year antique market, there are very few genuine goods left, and if you buy it with a different dog, you can basically pick out ten fakes for you.

This system is really wonderful!

Jiang Yang continued to watch.

[If it fails, a random discount will be given through the big wheel, and the purchase funds will be discounted and distributed to the host.] 】

[If the host sells the genuine item bought, the system will also randomly reduce the income.] 】

Jiang Yang read them carefully and didn't pay attention to these two items.

Joke, am I, Jiang Yang, the kind of person who can pick up leaks?

[The host must conduct legitimate antique transactions, prohibit trading with tomb robbers and thieves, and must comply with Chinese laws and regulations. 】

[Based on the host's prior historical knowledge, the purchase of the following products is invalid, and it is forbidden to purchase them with funds.] 】

[1. Too outrageous: such as Qing Hetian Jade SpongeBob SquarePants pendant, Qin Shi Huang personally used the tiger...]

[2. Quite outrageous: such as the Song Ben Water Margin, the Western Han Dynasty cotton clothes]

[3.Bracelets]

[Click to view all prohibited products.] 】

Jiang Yang looked at it carefully for twenty minutes and nodded.

These are all fakes or contemporary crafts that he knows, and it does increase the difficulty of removing them, but if you don't care, the probability of missing them on the market today is so small that there is almost no chance of it.

[System funds: 200,000 yuan]

[Number of consecutive drills: 10]

[Countdown to settlement: 2 days]

[Please note that once the progress is completed, the system can proceed to early settlement after the host is in a no-man's land.] 】

Jiang Yang confidently looked at the system funds, as long as he could buy a 200,000 fake, and ten times in a row, he would be able to get the 200,000!

"For me, the only difficulty was how to get together as much as possible 200,000 while buying 10 times. But that's not a big deal either. “

Let's call my parents first! Let them not sell Rongyang Zhai.

"Waves, waves~"

Huang Yixiu, who was on the other side of the WeChat voice, quickly connected the phone, and she was accompanying Lao Jiang in the inpatient department of the hospital at this time.

Looking at his haggard mother on the screen, Jiang Yang felt a little heartache. In the last five years of the original world, my mother also gave too much for this family.

"Mom. Are you with Dad? Tell Dad, that one must not be sold..."

Huang Yixiu was stunned: "You said the one you put in the safe at home?"

"Yes, that's it, this pen wash is actually..."

Huang Yixiu said dryly: "Yangyang, it's too late to say anything, your father just sold that wash to Uncle Zheng." ”

Jiang Yang knew that Uncle Zheng was one of the purchase channels of the Beijing Auction House.

No, I remember that in my previous life, I was only washed after Rongyang Zhaipan went out and was taken away by the Beijing Auction House. Why did you sell the pen wash now?

Is this the deviation of the event after crossing over? I still can't change the fate of being picked up by someone after I crossed over?

Jiang Yang slowly put down his phone and looked at the system light curtain.

It seems that you can only use the system to make money!

Rongyangzhai is on the antique street in the capital, which is the third largest antique market in the capital in addition to Fanjiayuan and Liulichang.

"Take a look, the antiques I just picked up in the countryside!"

"Ottoman silver coins, blow them and you'll know if they're real or fake!"

The stall area of the antique street is densely packed, selling everything, and some stalls have even changed from antique stalls to cultural peripheral stalls in order to attract foreigners.

“How are you？Do you like this? Harry Potter's. verry cheap!”

Jiang Yang walked in front of one stall after another, this year, the vendors in the antique street also know that it is not easy to deceive people, and they have carried out industrial upgrading, some sell porcelain fragments, some engage in imitation of cultural and museum products, and there are many fewer stalls that want to make people look away.

"Boss, how do you sell this?"

Jiang Yang picked up a jade tiger pendant from a stall.

This tiger-shaped piece is worn as a retrospective shape, and the jade itself is carved with a relief dragon pattern in different directions, and the abstract tiger shape looks a little cute.

Jiang Yang has not studied jade knowledge in depth, only knows some basic patterns and shapes, and as for how to identify the authenticity of ancient jade, he has no experience.

"The Jade Tiger of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, look at this pattern, this color, this color! 30,000 is not high!"

When Jiang Yang heard the stall owner's tone, his heart was about to bloom.

This thing must be a fake!

"Buy!"

Now it was the stall owner's turn to be stunned, this young man looked at it and read too many books and wanted to try his luck in the antique street, but what the hell is it if he doesn't bargain?

But it's good not to bargain! I can make a little more. This jade tiger pendant can be regarded as a medium imitation, and the cost price is several hundred!

It turns out that there are really people who are stupid and have a lot of money!

"Then I'll pack it up for you! I'll give you a box for free! How do you pay for it?"

"Online banking transfers. You give me a card number. ”

Jiang Yang's heart was also happy, seeing that the 30,000 jade tiger pendant was carefully placed in the brocade box, he seemed to see three stacks of 10,000 yuan into his pocket.

The stall owner sent Jiang Yang away, looked at the envious eyes of several neighboring stall owners, took out the cigarettes from his arms, and handed them over one by one.

"I won't open for three years, I'll open for three years, bosses, I'll close the stall today, let's see you next Monday!"

The surrounding stall owners politely congratulated, but complained in their hearts, why didn't this fool come to my stall.

Within half an hour, the stall owners in this area knew that there was a rich second-generation mallet, and they didn't understand anything, so they bought a jade tiger pendant from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty that was produced last week.

Jiang Yang picked and chose and walked to other stalls.

"Boss, how do you sell this Tang Sancai?"

"The little brother is polite, it's not expensive, two thousand, just made. ”

Jiang Yang frowned and said, "Boss, don't hide it, my father likes Tang Sancai and wants to buy it, I don't know if you have any channels for this?"

Jiang Yang was a little tired, and some stall owners were here to sell handicrafts, which made it a little difficult for him to complete the task of eye-catching.

It's better to take the initiative and let these burdens take the bait.

The stall owner looked at Jiang Yang and said in his heart that he had sent a mallet.

He was originally the first batch of people in the capital to sell fake Tang Sancai, and after making money for a few years, he found that Tang Sancai had no market, and the collectors' eyesight also improved, so he felt that it was better to sell the fake Tang Sancai directly as a handicraft.

"Ahem. The stall owner lowered his head and coughed twice, "Little brother, you have found the right person, in this capital market, if you want to buy Tang Sancai, you still have to come to me." ”

Jiang Yang raised his eyebrows.

Sure enough, you still have to use your subjective initiative to find these counterfeit dealers!

As soon as the stall owner coughed, he knew that it was an old counterfeiter!

The stall owner took out a brocade box from the back trolley box like a thief, and a three-colored horse was placed inside.

Jiang Yang glanced at it and said affirmatively: "I want it, how much is it." ”

The stall owner stretched out five fingers, "Affordable price, 500,000 yuan!" ”

Jiang Yang shook his head, this 500,000 far exceeded the funds given by the system.

"It's expensive, is there anything cheaper?"

The stall owner was stunned for a moment and said, "Little brother, do you want to pay back?"

Jiang Yang estimated in his heart and said, "Twenty thousand?"

The stall owner turned his mind and skillfully changed his words: "There is really no Tang Sancai horse of 20,000, but little brother, I still have a Tang Sancai dragon handle pot, I think I am very close to you, if you are willing to pay 20,000, I will sell it to you cheaply." ”

"Take it out and I'll take a look at it first. ”

Jiang Yang was afraid that the stall owner said that the pot was too fake, so he wanted to see if he could pass the system first.

The stall owner took out a brocade box from the trolley box behind him, and when he opened it, there was a round-bellied long-necked dragon-handled pot inside.

The color is full, and the shape is normal.

Jiang Yang picked it up and took a look at it in an unfamiliar way.

Sure enough, at my level, I can't tell the specific truth or falsehood.

Well, then buy it!

The stall owner pretended to be pitiful, "Little brother, I'm selling you at a loss! If it weren't for the tuition fee for my daughter, I wouldn't..."

Jiang Yang smiled, didn't care, paid the money, and left with the box.

Yes, the task is 2/10 complete. As long as you control the purchase amount, the 200,000 funds can easily fall into your own money bag.

Come on, Jiangyang, you can do it!

...

[System funds: 36,000 yuan]

Jiang Yang carried nine bags and returned to Rongyang Zhai.

Originally, he wanted to buy ten fakes in one go, but there were really too many things in his hands, so he had to put them back in the store first.

"Xiaoyang, why did you suddenly close the door just now? What are you carrying in this big bag?"

It was Uncle Liu from the Tibetan Ancient Pavilion next door who shouted to him.

Liu Zhengyuan is an old neighbor of the old Jiang family, and he regretted it for a while after the accident in Rongyangzhai back then, and he also provided a lot of help to Jiang's father's comeback.

Jiang Yang replied politely: "Uncle Liu, just buy some gadgets and study the latest old technology." ”

"Well, that's good, you have to keep up with the times and learn knowledge. Hey, by the way, I just heard that there was a stupid boy in our market who bought a lot of fakes, and he didn't even cut the price. This kind of young man is just a man who reads too little and refuses to study!"

Jiang Yang: ...

Uncle Liu, this person seems to be me.

The antique street market is very large, and Jiangyang only comes to see the store occasionally, and it is normal for many stalls to be burdened and those who open shops do not know Jiangyang.

"Maybe it's a rich second generation. ”

"Maybe, but this rich second generation is too much of a waste of money. It's better to use this money to spend all day and drink to be real. ”

Jiang Yang opened the door awkwardly, and after putting down his things, he planned to go shopping for another fake for about 36,000 yuan.

"Boss, do you collect antiques?"

An old and weak voice sounded outside the gate of Rongyang Zhai.

Jiang Yang looked at the door, and a rickety old woman stood outside the threshold.

She was holding a cloth bag in her hand, and the corner of the cloth bag was exposed, and inside was a thread-bound book with a yellow cover.

Liu Zhengyan hadn't returned to the store yet, when he saw an old woman who took the initiative to sell things to Jiang Yang, he glanced at Jiang Yang and shook his head gently.

Jiang Yang understood what Uncle Liu meant.

A new routine has recently become popular in the Beijing antique market. Some outsiders stand in the market with things to sell, and when they sell them, they make up a pitiful story, saying that they urgently need money to treat people or to get their children married.

And said that the things in his hand were all hidden in the wall at the beginning to survive, and they were definitely passed down from the ancestors.

Generally speaking, these people are scam small collectors in the market, and they rarely come to the store to cheat.

But those who come to the store to do the game are basically high-precision and high-imitation.

Liu Zhengyuan means that more is better than less, just invite this old lady away.

But Jiang Yang thought yes.

Is there such a good thing in the world?