Du Sheng didn't care how much his last words would shock Xu Wenqiang, as a dragon who would stir up the storm in Shanghai in the future, he believed that the other party would quickly digest the news he threw out, and make the most appropriate response.

The first thing Du Sheng did when he returned to his room was to lock the door. Then he put the little yellow croaker and the ocean hidden under the bed in his pocket, and returned to the modern world with the dragon pattern cup given to him by Fang Yanyun.

"Whew, it's safe to feel safe in your own kennel." Returning to modern society, looking at his familiar and messy room, Du Sheng exhaled a breath of turbidity for no reason.

In Shanghai during the Republic of China, he always couldn't completely put his mind at ease, even if he had an electric baton and a switchblade in his pocket, he still didn't feel safe.

Especially whenever he remembered the scene where Ding Li shot himself at noon today, Du Sheng had a strong urge to cramp his legs.

"It seems that it will be really difficult to get used to the way of doing things in that era for a while, but fortunately, it is still going well today, huhu."

Du Sheng first carefully put the dragon cup on the table, then took out the gold bars and the ocean in his pocket, and then nested on the sofa, lit a cigarette and picked up the mobile phone on the table.

It was already nearly ten o'clock in the evening, and as he expected, there was not a single missed call on his phone, and there were no WeChat and QQ messages.

Perhaps because of his background, Du Sheng has few friends in the real sense. Strictly speaking, he only has one and a half friends. That half of a friend is still the definition he imposed on his ex-girlfriend.

And his only friend is a strange person, who usually soaks in the women's pile or in nightclubs or gambling tables.

"Let's take a look at the origin of this dragon cup in the Ming Dynasty first, and take it out tomorrow to deal with it with that little yellow croaker is the last word." Du Sheng ran back from the Republic of China at night, in addition to sleeping here to make him feel more secure, the main reason was to cash out the dragon cup and gold bars, and buy some things that were rare things for the Republic of China to make money.

Opening the browser, Du Sheng entered the full name of the dragon pattern cup, and more than a dozen related messages popped up at once. He casually clicked on the link of an auction website and took a few looks, his face instantly became bigger and paler, and his eyes were even more wide.

"Gollum!"

"This ...... No way?! Didn't you say it wasn't worth a few bucks, how could it be! ”

Du Sheng swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and his little heart was even more unassuming.

This antique auction site clearly reads: "Ming Jiajing Blue and White Catch Pearl Cloud Dragon Cup, 2015 Hong Kong auction price 5.8 million yuan." ”

He carefully compared the pictures on the website, and it was almost exactly the same as the dragon cup in his hand. And there is a small flaw in the mouth of the cup auctioned online, which looks like it has been knocked off.

And his dragon cup is intact and in perfect condition.

"Damn, what the is going on? Is it really not a trouble to take out antiques worth more than 5 million? What if someone asks me about the origin of this dragon cup? Even if you trade on the black market, you are likely to encounter black food and other dangers. ”

Du Sheng really made a mistake next time, feeling both surprised and excited, but also full of anxiety and worry. He could think of it with his toes, just holding this thing and running to the antique market with this thing stupidly, there was a chance that something would happen.

He originally thought that this thing was only worth hundreds of thousands, and if it was really a few hundred thousand, it would be much easier to deal with. Even if he took it directly to Panjiayuan, he would dare.

"It seems that I really have to go to the antique market." Du Sheng frowned and pondered for a long time, and finally came up with a solution that he thought was quite reluctantly feasible.

That night, he fearfully hid the dragon cup under the bed, tossed and turned until most of the night before barely falling asleep.

The next morning, he had just woken up with two not-so-obvious panda eyes, and the first thing he did was to get under the bed and take out the dragon cup to check, and he was relieved to see that the treasure was intact.

That's a treasure worth five or six million, and no one can be calm.

It's the same as an ordinary person carrying a lottery ticket worth five million in his pocket.

After a hasty wash, Du Sheng found two short-sleeved cotton fabrics to wrap the dragon pattern cup, and then turned out a courier box that had not been lost, put the wrapped dragon pattern cup into it, and then carefully put it into the backpack.

After doing all this, he forcibly resisted the thumping little heart and went downstairs to eat breakfast, tried to pretend to be very casual, and took a taxi to Shanghai Antique City.

Nearly an hour later, he pretended to be calm and walked into the antique shop where he had bought Dayang last time.

"The little brother came early, those oceans are all genuine, right?"

It's only ten o'clock in the morning, and there are not too many people in the antique city. This antique shop called Bogu Zhai was only the chubby owner and a guy in his twenties at this time.

Du Sheng had only bought ten yuan here two days ago, and the owner of the store recognized him as soon as he entered.

"Well, I looked for a friend to see it, and he said it was an old thing from the Ming Dynasty." Du Sheng smiled and nodded.

"I remember last time you said that in addition to selling antiques, you also collect antiques here?" After a pause, he asked in a tentative whisper.

"Yes, of course." The fat boss's eyes lit up, and he said affirmatively without hesitation.

Du Sheng didn't have the leisure time to talk to him, so he immediately took out a piece of the ocean brought back from the Republic of China and put it on the counter under the puzzled eyes of the fat boss.

"Little brother, shouldn't you come early in the morning to make fun of me?"

The fat boss thought that he would come up with something good, but when he took out a silver dollar, the look of expectation in his eyes instantly turned into disappointment.

"How about you look at my ocean?" Du Sheng looked at him noncommittally and asked.

The latter thought that he came over today to return the goods, and his face was not very good-looking. At that time, when Du Sheng bought silver dollars from him, he personally promised to pay ten for one fake.

Although the antique industry is about eyesight, there is no such thing as return compensation.

"Is there a fake one of the ten silver dollars he bought? No way, I saw it myself. ”

The fat boss picked up the silver dollar in front of him and looked at it, and said suspiciously: "The thing is real." ”

"Hehe, it's good if it's true." Du Sheng is really afraid that because the Republic of China is seventy or eighty years different from the modern society, something will go wrong. After all, the most important thing about antiques is an ancient character, and if the time is not right, the real thing will become an imitation.

Fortunately, the silver dollar was originally a hard currency, and there was no time precipitation problem in porcelain, calligraphy and painting. Even if it was not sold as an antique, but as ordinary silver, a silver dollar would sell for one or two hundred.