In just two years, Wu Xiaoyu has traveled from south to north, has seen ships on planes, and has seen some people in the world, but with a bank card of 120,000 yuan in his pocket, his heart is not only excited, but also excited.

Life is in a hurry, and what he wants to do most now is to rush into the mall, change his outfit, and then go to high school to visit his sister.

My sister is now in her second year of high school, and the classes are not very intense, so I still have time to take her out shopping and buy a few clothes.

He had just walked to the end of Wenwan Street, but he saw a really interesting thing, an old man who looked like a peasant, squatting on the corner of the street with a porcelain bottle.

He looked at the vase, and his first thought was, 'Wow!' Could it be that he still has the ability to identify cultural relics, Zhang Daring became more and more excited.

The old man squatted on the corner of the street with a bag of cigarettes, and then a middle-aged man walked over to the street, "Give me an eye?"

"Uh, boss, be careful, don't break your forehead, the old woman at home is still waiting for it to save her life!" said the old man in a throat.

The middle-aged man looked at it carefully and said, "Yes, it's an old object, how much do you want to sell it for?"

The old man took a few puffs of dry tobacco, and said with an embarrassed face: "This is handed down by Grandpa, and I don't know how much it is worth, if it weren't for the illness of the old wife in the family, I would be reluctant to take it out and sell it, if I really want it, I will give 10,000 yuan!"

"10,000 yuan is too expensive, it's not worth the price, for the sake of you selling this money for treatment, so how about I pay 5,000?" the middle-aged man countered.

Before the old man could speak, a bald man came over, took the porcelain from the middle-aged man's hand, and said, "Open my eyes and admire it!"

He also pretended to appreciate it, turned over the bottom of the bottle and looked at the print, and said mysteriously: "Uncle, your porcelain vase is an old porcelain from the official kiln of the Southern Song Dynasty! I will pay 30,000 yuan, how about you sell it to me?"

As soon as he heard that it was the porcelain of the official kiln of the Song Dynasty, the people passing by also surrounded him one after another, and the old man made a look of no understanding at all and said: "The official kiln of the Southern Song Dynasty does not understand, if you can give 30,000 yuan, you will sell it to you!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly interrupted and said, "Uncle, I said I wanted to buy this first!

The bald man did not show weakness, and said with disdain: "Are you determined to rob me?"

"What do you mean by robbing! This is what I first fancied, and I have to talk about everything first, come first, right? If you want to rob, you will also rob me!" the middle-aged man also roared.

"You're so crazy! Lao Tzu bought it for 50,000 yuan!"

"Hehe! It's like no one has any money, Lao Tzu pays 60,000 ......."

Under the quarrel between the two, more and more people gathered on the street corner, but they were all lively, and no one paid attention to these people, after all, such a routine is too bad on the street.

Everyone gathered over, just to see if there was a big fool who would really be fooled, Wu Xiaoyu was no exception, he also wanted to see if such a routine could still deceive people.

Just when the 'quarrel' between the two intensified, a beautiful woman's voice came from outside the crowd, "I want 80,000 yuan!"

Everyone turned around, but saw a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old woman, dressed in a long black dress, holding a red purse in her hand, with a cold face.

Could this be the legendary Gao Leng Imperial Sister? It's just that the IQ seems to be a little low!

When Wu Xiaoyu complained, the woman in the black dress had already passed through the crowd and came to the front of the old man.

The woman picked up the porcelain vase, looked at it casually, and said, "Is this really the porcelain from the official kiln of the Southern Song Dynasty?"

"Of course! I've been collecting for more than a decade, and I still have this eyesight!" said the bald man.

"I didn't ask you!" the woman glanced at him, then stared at the old man up and down.

The old man was a little weak by her, and said: "I don't know what the official kiln is or not! Anyway, this bottle is handed down by Grandpa E's generation!"

This woman's name is Bai Yun, and her grandfather is about to celebrate his 70th birthday, and she came to this antique street to buy an antique calligraphy and painting for her grandfather as a birthday gift.

However, I walked around a street, I didn't see anything suitable, I happened to meet a porcelain seller on this street corner, grandpa has always liked ceramics, I want to like it, but she doesn't understand the authenticity of this thing.

Hearing that the old man said that it was handed down from his ancestors, he had already believed it for three or two points, but he still muttered a little in his heart, so he said: "That's it, I'll find someone to identify it, if it's true, no matter how much money it is, I want it!"

The old man, the middle-aged man, and the bald three of them secretly rejoiced in their hearts, finally a second fool is going to be fooled, and they want to find someone to identify them?

"You little girl, you don't know what else to rob......? Uncle, I want 80,000 yuan! If you can sell it, I'll go get the money now!" said the bald man.

The old man hesitated, pretending to be afraid of a loss and said: "Girl, whether you want to buy it or not, if you don't buy it, I will sell it to this boss!"

When Bai Yun heard this, she became more and more entangled, she was not reluctant to give up the 80,000 yuan, but she was afraid that if she bought a fake and took it to celebrate her birthday, it would be a shame and a big loss.

At this time, the middle-aged man appeared again, and he said to the bald man: "80,000 yuan, I can't afford it, but you ruin Lao Tzu's business, don't you want to buy it!"

He turned around and said to Bai Yun again: "This beauty, in fact, if you want to identify the authenticity, you don't need to find someone to come over, there are so many antiques sellers next door, just find a boss to come out and palm your eyes!"

Bai Yun thought to herself, since she dared to open a shop here to buy and sell antiques, she must have some connoisseurship.

It shouldn't be difficult to identify whether this porcelain is from the official kiln of the Southern Song Dynasty, so he said to the middle-aged man: "Then bother this big brother, help me call a few shopkeepers to come over!"

"Well, you wait!" the middle-aged man responded, glancing at the bald head again, and muttered: "Bad old man's business, hmph, I can't let you buy it!"

The surrounding melon-eating crowd saw that this woman actually asked the middle-aged man to find someone to identify, and they already knew that she was going to be fooled, but no one found out.

The so-called business is not about oneself, no one wants to offend a few liars for such a stranger, although this stranger looks very energetic, but he can't eat, what the hell is that heart doing!

Wu Xiaoyu saw that the woman was going to be fooled, and she felt a little unbearable in her heart, was it because she was beautiful? Or because she had a strong sense of justice?