Wei Xia first asked Huang Nanxi to drive him to the stock exchange.

The system can see the rate of return, and he is ready to buy the potential stock at a low price, and then sell it when the price goes up.

"Relying on the system, I can make waves in the stock market, and I will never lose money, and it is not a dream to become a stock god!"

Wei Xia was very excited, but as soon as he arrived in the stock market, he was dumbfounded.

It was a bear market, the stock market was bleak, and it was all green as far as the eye could see.

Most of the returns are either negative or low and scary, and the best stock in the short term, Wei Xia's three million investment, can earn less than 100,000.

He planned to buy lottery tickets next, but in a blink of an eye, a total of 17.5 million numbers in the first phase of the two-color ball lottery, he wanted to make money, he had to rely on the system to eliminate one by one.

If you're lucky, you'll soon find a set of all of them.

Bad luck, I couldn't find it until the draw.

After thinking about it carefully, Wei Xia made a decision, "Little sister, go to the antique market in the western suburbs." ”

Wei Xia didn't know that in a few days, Taojiang City would launch an antique auction conference, and at this time, many domestic antique dealers and treasure experts gathered in Taojiang City.

When many people come here, they will naturally go to the antique market to take a look, and at this time, many good things have been snatched away.

The antique market is a street in the western suburbs, and after Wei Xia arrived, he took Huang Nanxi to start walking around the streets.

At first glance, the returns are uneven, and most of the negative numbers are fakes.

"Hey, the rate of return is 10,000%, a hundred times. ”

Wei Xia suddenly noticed a ceramic bottle, which was the highest rate of return he had seen after turning half a street.

"Boss, how much do you sell this bottle. Wei Xia asked.

"1000 you take. The boss replied without looking up.

Wei Xia was a little disappointed, he could earn 100,000 yuan if he bought it for a thousand, if he was a dick who had just owned the system, he would definitely be very happy, but as a man who once had 100 million, he really couldn't look down on this 100,000.

But no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat, so Wei Xia still decided to buy them.

After paying, Wei Xia took the bottle, looked left and right, and said to the boss mysteriously: "Boss, do you accept antiques?"

When the boss saw Wei Xia's appearance, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Collect! What do you want to sell, I'll take a look first." ”

"That's it, in fact, this bottle is worth 200,000 yuan, and you have lost a lot, but I am willing to sell it to you for 100,000 yuan, how about it?"

The boss squinted at Wei Xia, as if he was looking at a stupid one.

Huang Nanxi almost laughed.

"If you don't buy it, you won't buy it, what a look!" Wei Xia muttered and left.

Continuing to wander around, Wei Xia walked to a big store with a very luxurious decoration outside the door, and saw that it was marked with the words "antique recycling", so he walked in with Huang Nanxi.

There were a lot of people wandering around, and as soon as he entered the door, a waiter came, Wei Xia explained his intention, and the waiter invited him to a room, where an old man with glasses was behind the table.

Wei Xia handed the bottle over, and the old man took it and looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "Thirty thousand." ”

"You are too greedy, how much do you want to earn, a price of 100,000 yuan. Wei Xia hugged his arms and sneered, pretending to be an insider.

The glassed old man squinted at Wei Xia for a while and nodded slightly.

100,000 yuan in hand.

Huang Nanxi's eyes widened, and when he left the room, he asked, "Boss, how can you see that this bottle is so valuable?"

"Little sister, you may not believe it, I have clairvoyance. Wei Xia glanced up and down at Huang Nanxi.

"Don't look at it!" Huang Nanxi felt furious in her heart, and hurriedly covered her chest, but she immediately reacted, what does it have to do with having perspective eyes and being able to see the true price of antiques?

At this time, the group walked towards them and stopped not far from Wei Xia.

"How's this bottle?" asked the middle-aged man, who was the leader, pointing to a bottle.

The old man next to him took a closer look and said: "Mr. Li, this bottle is a Qing Qianlong pink flower bottle, the price here is 400,000, you won't lose money if you buy it, and if you hide it in your hand for two years, it can rise to nearly 500,000." ”

"Okay! buy it!" Mr. Li waved his hand.

Hearing their words, Wei Xia fell into deep thought.

Most of the antique market is fake, and the real sellers have identified it themselves, and the sale will not be much lower than the market price.

If you want to make a quick buck from antiques, you can only pick up the leaks.

While Wei Xia was thinking, the pedestrian had already come.

"Where's this jar?"

"Mr. Li, this is a jar is the original porcelain jar of the Western Zhou Dynasty, the price here is 800,000, how to say it, if you want to collect, you can buy it, if you want to make money, it is estimated that you will have to wait for ten years and eight years. The old man said.

Mr. Li didn't seem to be short of money, so with a wave of his hand, he bought it again.

He glanced at a cane, and asked the old man again.