Su City, where Jiang Ping's family is located, is located in the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River, with a history of more than 2,000 years. Hundreds of years old buildings can be seen everywhere in the old city-district, and the sense of history is very strong.

There is a street called Xiangguo Road in the old city-district, and there are many antique shops on both sides of this road, and there are many vendors who set up stalls on the roadside, selling all kinds of antiques and collectibles, real and fake. Especially after entering the 21st century, the antique trade on Xiangguo Road has become more and more prosperous, and people have gradually forgotten the original name of this road, but called it "antique street".

Today is the weekend, and the antique street is more lively than usual. Not only are all the antique shops on the roadside open to customers, but there are also more vendors on the roadside than usual. The narrow road is crowded with people, all of whom want to come to exchange treasures. Jiang Ping locked his bicycle at the intersection and began to walk around the streets, hoping to find something profitable for him.

Of course, as a senior in high school, Jiang Ping can use very little money. In his pocket, there were only one thousand three hundred and fifty in total. Although this money seems to be pitiful, it is already Jiang Ping's entire property, and it is the New Year's money he has saved for many years.

Since the funds were insufficient, Jiang Ping certainly did not dare to enter those antique shops with grand appearances and exquisite decorations, but planned to try his luck at the street stalls. It's just 2002, and Jiang Ping, who has memories of his past life, knows that the collecting craze that arose in the late nineties is not as crazy as it was later. He believes that with patience and a little luck, he should be able to find something on these stalls that can make him money.

Jiang Ping started from the first stall and looked down one by one, hoping to make some gains. In an antique street that is basically dominated by middle-aged and elderly people, he is naturally a little eye-catching when he is young.

Many stall owners felt that the young Jiang Ping was inexperienced and wanted to get a vote from him. As long as Jiang Ping stood still in front of these people's stalls, the stall owner would enthusiastically recommend the items on the stall to him. These stall owners are just how big the cowhide is, and they all talk about their objects in a daze. The words were hinting at Jiang Ping that if he didn't buy the things he introduced immediately, he would suffer a big loss, and he would have nowhere to cry in the future.

Of course, these stall owners did not know that Jiang Ping was not only a famous thief in his previous life, but also a highly accomplished counterfeiter of antiques and artworks. The antiques and works of art he forged were able to deceive even the vast majority of forensic experts. If you want to forge antiques that are fake, you need Jiang Ping himself to have a unique vision. In fact, Jiang Ping's attainments in identifying antiques and works of art are definitely at the expert level, and if these stall owners want to fool him, they are simply getting an axe in the class.

To these stall owners who boasted their things to the sky, Jiang Ping just smiled and walked away. He came here to earn medical bills for his sister, but he didn't have time to listen to other people's bragging.

Jiang Ping thought that with his own knowledge and vision, it would not be difficult to make money here. However, the facts made Jiang Ping a little discouraged, he had already walked through the antique street from beginning to end, and he did not find anything that met his requirements.

This is not to say that the goods sold in so many stalls are fakes, but that the prices of the things that Jiang Ping likes are either too high beyond his ability to bear, or the profit margin left for Jiang Ping is too small, even if he buys it, it is not interesting.

I didn't expect that the first time I came to the antique street, it would be like this, and Jiang Ping also felt a little discouraged. It seems that even in 2002, when the collecting craze had not yet reached the highest level, it was not easy to pick up the leaks. However, Jiang Ping thinks it is normal to think about it, if everyone can pick up the leak, those stories of picking up leaks with small and big ones will not be talked about by everyone.

Jiang Ping, who had nothing to gain, decided to take advantage of the large number of people now and try to see if he could see the color of other people's seal parts. So he secretly concentrated, staring at every pedestrian who passed in front of him, hoping to see the last color he had seen in the other party's seal hall.

However, the truth once again disappointed Jiang Ping, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate and widen his eyes, he couldn't see the vision that happened last time. What's even worse is that Jiang Ping didn't look at it for long before he felt a pair of eyes that were astringent and painful, as if they had been doused with hot oil. He insisted on it for a while, and the discomfort in his eyes became more and more intense, and his eyes had become hot, as if they were about to explode at any moment.

"You won't be blind if you go on like this, right?" This thought flashed through Jiang Ping's mind, and he didn't dare to continue trying, so he could only give up his efforts.

Jiang Ping closed his eyes hard, and it took a while before he felt more comfortable. But even so, when he opened his eyes again, he startled the pedestrians who happened to pass in front of him.

The old man looked at Jiang Ping very sympathetically, and kindly reminded him: "Young man, if your eyes are uncomfortable, you should go to the hospital to see, don't hold on, you are still young, in case you fall into any disease, it will not be good!"

Jiang Ping asked the kind old man, "Are you always a doctor?"

The old man pointed to Jiang Ping's eyes and said, "As long as you are not blind, you can see the problem of your eyes, just look in the mirror yourself!"

A stall not far from Jiang Ping's side happened to be selling old furniture inlaid with mirrors, he hurriedly went over to look at the mirror, and found that his eyes were red and a little swollen, which must be the result of over-using his eyes just now.

Looking at his red eyes, Jiang Ping didn't dare to continue trying. His eyes were still sore and astringent, and if he kept trying, it would be worth the loss if he really hurt his eyes, as the old man said.

So far, Jiang Ping has not bought a suitable object, and his efforts to make the vision reappear have not worked, and he is inevitably a little disappointed when he has found nothing. So Jiang Ping walked back slowly, intending to pick up the bicycle and go back. He slipped out of the morning school under the pretext that he had to make up for the lessons, and he had to rush home by noon.

However, on the way back to pick up the bicycle, Jiang Ping found a new stall on the other side of the road. He looked over with the idea of giving it a try, and found something he liked.

It is a snuff box that looks like it is supposed to be carved from white jade. Judging from the carving and the surface pulp, it should at least be something of the Republic of China. The most important thing is that this snuff box and several other snuff bottles are placed in a large box, which does not seem to have received enough attention from the stall owner.

Jiang Ping knew that his time had come, as long as he could win this snuffbox at the lowest possible price, today's trip would not be in vain.

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Today's second update, continue to ask for votes and collections.

Thanks to the book friend for the reward of "witty wit".