At noon, the sun is shining.

The sun is scorching the earth, scorching the earth.

"His grandmother, what's so great, isn't it just that Lao Tzu is inexperienced? Whoever is experienced in the first place can't give a chance or anything. After looking for a job for half a day, Lin Feng almost collapsed, and was once again rejected by the employer on the spot, venting his frustration on the road.

In fact, he had been mentally prepared for rejection for a long time, but when he was rejected by these employers, he really felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Damn, I'm almost out of resumes, and that's not enough money to spend these days, so I really have to do some chores?" Lin Feng reluctantly took out his wallet from his body, and finally felt what it means to be a dime to die heroically.

Dejected, he kept walking along the road, and it was almost noon, Lin Feng ordered a ten-yuan meal from a nearby restaurant, and came to the park to eat and fill his stomach.

Just when he was eating very well, Lin Feng suddenly heard the voices of the two masters talking, and the first uncle scolded: "You my horse, and now you want to me again, why are you so ruthless!" ”

When Lin Feng heard this, the chrysanthemums suddenly felt tight, I rubbed it, it's so complicated, there is a story in it.

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of rice, swallowed dates, wiped his mouth, burped, and hurried towards the direction where the sound appeared.

When he came to the corner, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth suddenly twitched a few times, and his face turned dark, I'll go, uncle, can you be quiet in the next game of chess!! Is it necessary to be so excited?!

In Lin Feng's field of vision, the two uncles were babbling and playing chess, shirtless, spitting everywhere, as if they wanted to fight, surrounded by a large circle of people, pointing and pointing, so they were not at ease.

Originally, he thought that he would see something lively Lin Feng was extremely disappointed, but just when he wanted to come here immediately, he found that there seemed to be a street in front of him that was very lively, and countless people were coming in and out.

"Is that an antique street?" Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is Tumen Street Arts and Crafts Antique Market, a very prosperous street, very spacious and flat, this avenue is lined with low buildings, the height is about three floors, dressed in antique, very ancient atmosphere.

In front of these shops, there are many people along the road, with a layer of cloth on top, as if they were their own stalls to sell.

It's noon, and the weather is hot, but in front of these stalls and in front of various antique shops, it is still bustling and lively.

"There seem to be a lot of people here, is it really that profitable to make antiques?" Lin Feng walked along the street, there was no way to find a job for the time being, and now he didn't know what to do, or to relax here, maybe he could find a way out.

I have to say that today it seems to be a market, many customers come in and out here, and the number of stalls is also unusually large, almost occupying this place, and the surrounding area is very lively.

"How much does this cost?"

"One hundred and eighteen."

"It's too expensive, why do you want so much?"

"How can that? Look at this texture, one hundred and eight is not expensive...... Why don't you like it so much, it's 15 at a fixed price? Even if I give it to a patron. ”

………

"Alas, alas, don't go, or how much do you say to take away? Make an offer. ”

Such scenes can be seen everywhere in the antique street, similar dialogues, Lin Feng also heard a lot, but he, like most people who came here, just appreciated, and was not ready to buy.

After all, he is so poor that he almost lost his pants, and he can't even find the rent, where can he afford these expensive things?!

After Lin Feng turned around, he was suddenly stopped by a voice: "Young man, come and see, these are all things that have just arrived, and they are not available anywhere else, they are guaranteed to be good things." ”

Lin Feng looked back, but it was an old man with a young man with white temples, he was smiling and calling to himself, and there was a stall next to him.

When my eyes fell, I saw that the stall was full of bits and pieces, some of which were rusty ancient coins, some were covered with clay ornaments, and a few pieces of porcelain...... These things, they look like antiques.

"Are these antiques?" Curious, Lin Feng squatted down, took a closer look, put his hand on an ancient coin, and touched it gently.

Suddenly, a purple aura wafted out from this ancient coin, and then gently submerged into Lin Feng's right hand, making Lin Feng feel a stir immediately.

"This, this is a fake ......" Lin Feng was immediately stunned, because when he touched the ancient coin, a column of information suddenly appeared in his mind: modern industrial assembly line products, fake ancient coins!

Lin Feng couldn't help but gasp deeply, his eyes widened like dumbbells, and he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him at all.

What's going on, what's going on? Why is he able to perceive such a thing? Could it be that what happened just now was all an illusion? Lin Feng shouted in his heart, his face full of shock.

However, he denied this judgment very much, because when he touched another ancient coin again, it also showed the same information content, which showed that what happened just now was definitely not an illusion.

"Young man, are you not feeling well?" The old man of the stall couldn't help but ask curiously when he saw Lin Feng's face blue for a while and purple for a while.

Lin Feng came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "No, I, I'm fine." ”

"It's okay, young man, do you want to buy an antique and go back to play with it, it's all good things." The old man of the stall wasted no time in selling his goods.

What are you kidding, it's basically a fake, don't say I don't have any money now, I'm really rich, and I'm afraid that I will be pitted to death, Lin Feng just wanted to refuse, but his right hand accidentally touched a broken book.

The reason why it is called a broken book is because the book is so shabby, the words on the cover are almost indistinguishable, Lin Feng can only see the four words "Wujing hand reading", it seems to be written with a brush, and it seems to have been bitten by insects and mice a few times, it is shabby and old, and basically no one picks it up on the street.

However, Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, because as soon as his right hand touched the book, a line of information immediately appeared in his brain: Zheng Banqiao's Legacy Ink, "Five Classics Hand Reading".

Don't he know, but Zheng Banqiao he knows, primary school textbooks have introduced his name, the legend of Yangzhou Eight Monsters, very famous!

This kind of ancient celebrity relics, its value, do you need to think about it?

"Young man, you're going to buy it?" The old man of the stall obviously saw that Lin Feng seemed to be a little moved, and his eyes suddenly flashed, revealing a trace of the shrewdness unique to small traders.