Curiosity can be regarded as an obsession, or a relatively simple idea.

So, according to the rules of the system, Qi Qian left this street with a sigh full of curiosity, or with a sigh that he couldn't afford it, and after he took a step forward, he found that the scene around him had changed and he appeared in his house again.

At the same time, a "vase" appeared on the table in the bedroom out of nowhere, as if it was already here, a decoration in the home.

"Is this the antique vase?" After Qi Qian saw this scene, he was not surprised in his heart, because he knew that the world of words could have concretized some objects.

For example, the gun he figured out some time ago, and the police uniform that came out during this time, were all brought out by him unintentionally.

He also relied on this police uniform to pretend to be a provincial policeman and compare himself with Captain Cao, otherwise he would have been detained for the crime of attacking the police.

Therefore, when he saw that this vase was embodied by himself, he was not surprised at all, but he may have looked at the antique with anticipation, and saw that the time was only eight o'clock, so he found a bag and filled the vase.

"Now that the embodiment has come out, it's just time for Zhang Daming to see if this thing is real or fake." Qi Qian calculated, filled some more towels into it, went downstairs to take a taxi, and went to Zhang Daming's house in another city.

In this way, as a few hours passed, that is, when Zhang Ze took Wang Hu back to the Brilliant Hotel, Qi Qian also went to Zhang Daming's house and put the antiques on Zhang Daming's table.

"In the middle of the night, what vase do you let Lao Tzu see?" It's just that Zhang Daming is a little sleepy and has a bad temper. Anyone who is called up in the middle of the night is like this.

"If there was nothing special about this vase, I would have to stuff you into this vase today!"

Zhang Daming took out his equipment with a little complaint, but the moment he looked at the vase, and used a series of detection methods to look at the vase inside and out, his spirit became more and more energetic, and the movements in his hands became lighter and lighter, afraid of damaging the vase.

"What, is this thing real or fake?" Qi Qian was eating, as if he would never be able to eat enough, nor would he be fat, "Also, you will call me President Qi in the future!" Speaking of this, Qi Qian was triumphant.

But after Zhang Daming heard it, he pondered for a while, and suddenly turned his head and blamed Qi Qian, it was nothing more than Qi Qian holding tens of millions of antiques, but like an ordinary vase, he took a bag and stuffed a towel through the whole city.

"Why are you so careless? This stuff is worth tens of millions! I used to teach you how to carry antiques, have you learned from others?! The more Zhang Daming spoke, the more excited he became, and he didn't care about Qi Qian, who was shocked and excited, but took out his phone and wanted to inform Zhang Ze.

"Wait a minute, are you going to grab the credit!" After Qi Qian saw Zhang Daming's movements, he stopped him from making a call, took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhang Ze.

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"That's how it is, President." Zhang Daming retold the matter as it was, and after he passed the professional test, he also found that this vase was indeed real.

This is the cultural history of the vase, and its origin, as long as the reader concretizes it, then all its "relevant proofs" will fit into history.

Of course, the events of a thousand or hundreds of years ago, even if you check it now, you can't find out.

However, the age of the vase, the material, and the time it has experienced, this can not be faked.

Again, this is also a point that Zhang Daming affirms.

"It's definitely an antique from fifteen hundred years ago! The price is definitely more than 10 million! Zhang Daming affirmed another sentence on the phone, wondering what the president thinks.

After Zhang heard it, he didn't care about the "more than 10 million", but asked Qi Qian to answer the phone.

"Here, the president will let you do your bidding." Zhang Daming handed over the mobile phone to Qi Qian.

"President! That's more than 10 million, and I want to do it for the guild.." After Qi Qian received the call, he was very excited and wanted to say something all the time.

For example, this is the property of the guild.

"Qi Qian."

But after Zhang Ze heard Qi Qian's thoughts, he suddenly interrupted: "This is your thing, and the money will be yours after you sell it."

Zhang Ze didn't have any thoughts between his words. It's not that he's pretending to be a master and doesn't care about the 10 million.

But Liao Jie goes to work every day, and the deposit in the guild has as much as one million, and Zhang Ze doesn't have any big company now, so he doesn't need any money.

On the contrary, Qi Qian ate more and more, and he ate all the old books in the bank card.

But Qi Qian didn't dare to tell his family about this.

Because no one believes that a person can eat nearly 10,000 yuan of "food money" in a month. But if you want to say that he spends it, I'm afraid that his father will be the first to dispose of him.

However, Zhang Ze already knew about this matter, and he also thought about lending him money.

Of course, this "borrowed money" is the kind that does not have to be repaid.

But in the same way, Zhang Ze also knew that Qi Qian's sense of substitution was too high, and the "god" changed a lot, and the corresponding energy needed was also more, so he ate more.

"Ordinary meals can no longer supplement the martial arts training needs you need."

Zhang Ze smiled and said to the phone, "But after this antique is sold, you can buy some medicinal herbs to polish your body and pursue the dark energy that you talk about every day." ”

"But... It's not a long-term solution either.." Qi Qian sighed, a little moved.

But after he was about to say something, he pondered for a while, and suddenly had a whim, and said to Zhang Ze on the other end of the phone: "President, I have a good way!"

As he spoke, he didn't sell anything, and directly explained his thoughts: "I want to wait until this antique is sold, and then organize a martial arts hall by myself, so that I can have a profitable career in the future, and I can also recruit new 'readers' for the guild." What do you think? ”

Qi Qian's strength is more than enough to open a martial arts hall, and no one in this world can kick a hall that is a "bright master".

Especially since he has long wanted to be the boss and has his own luxury car, this 10 million can be regarded as an inspiration for him.

"Martial arts?" Similarly, after Zhang Ze heard it, he also felt that this thing was indeed feasible, it was indeed a way to make money, and it was also a way to quickly find readers.

Because although he has a detection system now, the world is too big and there are too many people, and it is really too difficult for him to test them one by one.

But after Qi Qian opened a martial arts hall, as long as he signed up to learn martial arts, he basically liked to practice martial arts, and the corresponding sense of substitution for "martial arts" was also high, just like Qi Qian and Wang Hu, who liked to practice martial arts.

In this way, the search scope is narrowed accordingly, and Zhang can also detect whether these people who come to sign up are pre-readers.

Or be lazy and don't want to look for a needle in a haystack.

Zhang Ze can also wait until a few highly qualified apprentices are selected in the Qi Qianwu Pavilion, or he usually goes there for a walk, which can also reduce the time accordingly.

"It does." After Zhang Ze thought of this, he made a final decision.

It's just that he thought about it afterwards, and then asked Qi Qianduo: "How can you sell this antique?" Does Zhang Daming have a way? ”

Whether the martial arts hall can be done or not, the most important thing is whether the antiques can be sold, and how much they can be sold.

"Yes, President! I've got a way! ”

Qi Qian on the other end of the phone didn't answer, but Zhang Daming's voice came again: "I know that there will be a big auction at the end of next month, which will be held once a year. There are many big bosses in the province, and there are also many rich people from other provinces who go there, and I am also in the invited quota, but I belong to the 'seller'. ”

The auction that Zhang Daming refers to is a "private auction" held by several large enterprises.

The people who go to participate are either rich or expensive, and people with millions of assets like Zhang Daming are just qualified to participate.

In addition, Zhang Daming Lu Ziguang is also an antique dealer, and his status is correspondingly higher, so the organizer classified him as a 'seller'.

"President, I'll pick you up when the auction starts!" After Zhang Daming explained the auction, he added.

"Okay, in a month, you come to the southern suburbs to pick me up."

Zhang replied, seeing that Wang Hu had also finished reading the system explanation, and felt that there was nothing wrong, so he was ready to go home and continue his retreat, waiting for the auction in a month.

This is also what he wants to take advantage of this month or a month to increase his strength and prevent any moths.