Thursday, morning.

Although this week's superpowers are fun, they will be tested next week, so Chen Yuan didn't explore too much. In addition to turning a few pages of Xia Xinyu's diary before going to bed every night, to see some of her mental journeys, as well as the girlish form of various postures.

It's a pity that no matter how hot it is, Yuzi is at least wearing underwear.

Fortunately, the underwear of all kinds of skin has been well seen.

Of course, Chen Yuan didn't want to peep, if he really wanted to see something, I just sneaked into the bathroom and touched the towel.

It can only be said that this man is too serious.

But it's not completely useless.

At this moment, it is time to live.

On the school overpass, an old man selling antiques is setting up a stall.

Around him, there were a number of people gathered to seriously discuss a piece of porcelain that looked like a large vase.

"This, this, this, a bit like the one in the Forbidden City."

"And it's really an old object, not old, you can see it at a glance."

"This should be Jingdezhen ceramics in the Ming Dynasty, and the payment is very positive."

"It's a good thing, how much is it?"

Seeing that someone was asking, the old man sitting on the small horse tie stretched out a hand very arrogantly and compared it to eight: "180,000." ”

"Hey, it's not expensive." An old man wearing black-rimmed glasses pushed his glasses, continued to rub the bottle, and nodded, "This thing is eighty percent real, I suggest you go to a special appraisal agency to auction it." ”

As he said this, a man next to him widened his eyes and observed carefully.

"I don't understand what appraisal is not appraised, there are too many liars." The old man waved his hand and said, "My family used to be a rich man, so I won't talk about it for some reasons, and there is only such a thing left, my grandfather was a man in the late Qing Dynasty at that time, and this was a Hui merchant who gave him." Anyway, until now, you have to take 180,000. ”

"It's a real thing, 180,000 is like giving it away for nothing. I, ah, suggest you keep it for yourself or donate it to the museum. ”

"This?" When the man who looked like a scholar with black-rimmed glasses spoke, the man who had been staring next to him, after chatting with his companion, the two stepped forward together and compared a three, "Thirty thousand yuan, is it okay?" ”

"Then you don't have to think about it, if it's less than 180,000, you won't sell a single one." The old man shook his head stiffly, showing the momentum of two jujube like dung.

Now, two more old men were attracted to see what was going on.

Then, everyone gathered around this Jingdezhen porcelain, commenting on it, so lively.

There are seven people here, six of them, all liars.

There is another one, Chen Yuan.

And when they saw themselves staring at the side, they began to feel a little impatient, after all, acting is for the big injustices, and high school students like Chen Yuan, who are protected by the law, are not easy to cheat, and second, they have no money.

But you can't just stop acting, that's too obvious, and you can't deceive the big injustice.

To be a liar also requires perseverance and perseverance.

Want to take it easy?

Then you should go as a college student.

Chen Yuan wasn't interested in the big ceramic, but the other things in the stall, such as some Yuan Datou, still attracted his attention.

So, he crouched down and began to touch the silver dollars with his hands.

And seeing him make this move, everyone's eyes secretly gathered on him, as if they had seen a fat sheep.

Although high school students are not easy to cheat and are protected by the law, this kind of person has more or less money in his hands, and if he can cheat one hundred and eighty, it will be a breakfast.

This kid is studying Yuan Datou, which shows that he still understands a little bit.

The price of this coin is not very exaggerated because the number of surviving coins is not so small, but because of the properties of this antique, the value is far more than that of silver of the same quality.

Generally, people who buy this thing have a little cognition, and if they really find it, they can sell it for between seven hundred and five thousand to two thousand. And depending on the year, the price also varies.

Among them, if it is a commemorative coin of the flying dragon and the republic, it can be sold for tens of thousands.

But because the amount of this thing is not small, there are many ways to identify it, even if it is real, there are ways to distinguish it.

A liar is also half an antique expert.

These people all have a certain amount of knowledge of antiques, so they know that there really isn't a single silver dollar here.

It's a pity that all of them are fake, and they are made with factory abrasives.

Chen Yuan just touched it with his hand, checked the memory of these coins, and easily distinguished them all.

Including those with slightly smaller face values.

Again, it's all fake.

Moreover, also from the same factory.

If Chen Yuan had a whim, he would even be able to destroy this den of fraud.

Sure enough, it's not as simple as imagined.

He thought about going to the nearby antique market to appreciate the treasures and find some real things, but now, there are more and more means of identification, and the methods are more comprehensive. Those who sell it, if all the goods in his stall are fake, how can they buy the real thing from the fake?

Of course, not necessarily.

Liars, after all, are just liars, not Captain Jin, their vision and knowledge are very limited, even if there are really some small antiques worth thousands (7k to 1w) and medium thousands (4k to 7k) in their own things, they don't know it themselves.

After seeing Chen Yuan touch the silver dollar, he stopped looking at it again, and turned his head to study other things, and the stall owner was slightly surprised.

Does this kid really understand?

See that these Yuan Datou are all fake?

Or is it purely for fun here, and I didn't even think about buying it.

Or drive away?

Forget it, it's okay to let him see.

Anyway, it's all fake.

At this time, Chen Yuan touched a large white soup bowl, and then the stall owner introduced: "This is the white porcelain of the Ding kiln." ”

Chen Yuan ignored it, turned the bottom of the 'white porcelain' up, and then saw a circle of red letters on it - special for microwave ovens.

Well, well, the microwave oven was also invented by us.

According to legend, the principle and structure of the microwave oven were recorded in the "Yongle Canon", but unfortunately the generator was not invented, resulting in the people of the Ming Dynasty not using the microwave oven.

What the fuck, it's all a bunch of shit?

At this time, Chen Yuan saw a rusty bronze sword, and he was so frightened that he shrank his hand and quickly separated from it.

Uncle Torture!

If this thing is true, your pension will be guaranteed.

Chen Yuan tentatively touched it.

Okay.

It's not the Eastern Zhou, it's not the Western Zhou, it's actually last week.

What the hell is it like a bunch of shit?

Chen Yuan was really bored and ready to leave. And at this moment, a memory suddenly rushed into his mind.

After the clay kiln, sledgehammer, furnace, abrasives, and forging, a phoenix hairpin was melted and cast......

This process is a bit retro.

It's not like a modern factory.

Then, Chen Yuan stared at the phoenix hairpin that had been touched by his own hands, some dark red, quite exquisite, but not beautiful to the extent of industrialization.

When I touched it again, it was a scholar dressed in white, wearing a cool crown on his head, and looking a little shabby.

His hair is very lush, he has not shaved his head, and he has no chicken braids, so it looks like before the Qing Dynasty.

The man waited in the corner of the wall of a large house with a hairpin in his hand. Suddenly, as if he had heard something, the man wrapped the hairpin around a handkerchief on which he had written it, then ripped off a strip of cloth as a rope, tied it, and threw it into the wall.

On the other side, a gorgeously dressed, delicate and cute girl, about 14 or 15 years old, came to her, picked up the silk silk, looked at the hairpin, hugged it to her chest, and smiled like a flower......

is still a little story of a poor scholar who was the favorite of a poor scholar of a poor ancient literati and fell in love with the daughter of a rich family.

What, write that Bai Fumei falls in love with a web writer who has just graduated and is poor?

You scold again!!

"How much does this cost?" Chen Yuan asked.

Obviously, this is not gold, because it is rusty, so it cannot be gold-coated.

So, when the metal is sold, it's really worthless.

But after all, the year is here, the craftsmanship is not bad, and it's okay to be worth a thousand, right?

According to Chen Yuan's aesthetics, this may be worth a lot.

But it doesn't matter what kind of shit in this pile, there's a real guy, so what else do you need a bike?

Isn't this just a broken hairpin?

This young man has a crush on it?

Do you think it's gold, or gold?

If it was gold-clad copper, I would have scraped off the gold dust on it a long time ago!

Forget it, let's shout first.

"Three thousand eight." The stall owner shouted casually.

When Chen Yuan heard this, he stood up with the hairpin and said, "Twenty." ”

"Yes."

“？”

Looking at the stall owner Chen Yuan, who readily agreed, the people were numb.

Isn't it, you?

Damn, it's a loss!

"That's okay, I'll scan your Alipay."

Forget it, this thing is genuine after all, no matter what, it's more than that. Besides, even if it can't be sold, it's excellent to wash this gadget and give it to Xinyu as a small headdress.

Then, I have to give Xinyu a whole set of Hanfu, fans, and little red boots...... Damn, it's a miracle again.

Am I in a relationship or raising a daughter?

"Okay." Uncle didn't think much about it, after all, this thing was picked up, and there was basically zero cost.

As much as he wants, he will take as much as he wants.

Twenty yuan, you can buy a boxed lunch.

"OK, look at it."

After Chen Yuan showed his mobile phone to the other party, he stuffed the hairpin into his schoolbag.

Then, just walk away.

And those old Dengs began to gather around again, making a point of pointing and commenting on the same cultural relics of the Forbidden City.

This kind of deception could not deceive people 800 years ago.

But Chen Yuan still kindly took a picture of it and sent it to Li Tong.

Chen Yuan: A group of old climbers swaggered on the overpass opposite the 11th Middle School to give you some performance.

It's okay for you to set up a stall, and it's okay for you to fool people, but if you deliberately start a gang, it's a bit unauthentic.

Of course, the least authentic belongs to Chen Yuan.

Knowing that this group of people is a liar, they still want to spend here, and they have taken away the only thing that may be valuable.

At the same time as exploding Lao Deng's gold coins, kick over Lao Deng's rice bowl!

I'm so bad, I'm so bad, I'm so bad—

But if that thing is identified as a cultural relic, where can it be sold?

I'm not going to be deceived, am I?

Ah stupid... I can read minds, how can I be deceived.

Take it and find a place to pawn, then find out the highest price that the boss can afford, and get it.

Chen Yuan, who thought like this, went to school.

When I went to the classroom, it was almost morning self-study, and everyone was sitting in their seats, handing in their homework and endorsing them.

At this time, the weekly physics test done yesterday was changed and sent to Chen Yuan's desk.

"94 points, amazing, so much improvement." Zhou Fu saw Chen Yuan's score, looked at his 92 points again, and sighed, "Hey, I was surpassed by you again." ”

"It's okay, I'm going to overtake you twice."

Chen Yuan put down his schoolbag and said quite calmly.

"Why?" Zhou Fu was puzzled.

"Now only chemistry and language are a little lower than you." Chen Yuan replied.

"What a strong sense of victory and defeat...... "After Zhou Fu complained weakly, he also took out the teaching materials, and said quite stiffly, "Don't look at me like this, I have also scored 600 points in the test before." Sooner or later, I'll be back. ”

"Then I'll come back again."

"Super, super, super, what? Say so many tiger and wolf words early in the morning. ”

Zhou Yu complained before sitting on the seat, but after looking at Chen Yuan's physics results, his face suddenly collapsed: "You guy, make me feel disgusting!" ”

Progress again, progress again!

"Eighty percent of the midterm math scores, another twenty points of progress in light physics, if the other subjects are a little higher...... Isn't that going to be six hundred and five? Zhou Fu, who has always believed in Chen Yuan, is a little difficult to accept.

"How is this possible?"

Zhou Yu smiled and said disdainfully: "The progress is fast at the beginning, and there will be bottlenecks later." In just three months, he was able to improve from 500 points to the average score of the ace class? Trouble! ”

Okay, okay, I didn't say anything about this, Yuzi, you just stick your face over and let me hit it.

Damn, it's a little too deliberate!

If this continues, sooner or later, the forced force of this class will be finished by itself.

It's okay, the force in the eleventh middle school has been pretended by Master Chen Yuan until 2050.

But what Zhou Fu said is right, next time, as long as there is a full score in mathematics, or close to a full score, physics will improve to this extent, and it will really reach 650 points.

And this result has already exceeded the average score of 648 in the ace class.

The ranking of the whole school is also at least in the top 50.

This score, even if there are no stories, can be He Hongtao's favorite.

There is still half a week left, and I will fight again.

Provoke ah!!

Thinking like this, when Chen Yuan took out the physics teaching materials outside his schoolbag, he took out the hairpin.

However, suddenly, when he saw something, his expression froze.

"Oh, what a beautiful hairpin." When Zhou Fu on the side saw this, he smiled and reached out to touch it.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan grabbed her hand seriously and didn't let her touch it.

"Ahh Zhou Fu was a little puzzled.

Chen Yuan didn't explain, as if he had been electrocuted, the hairpin in his hand shook off the table, and the expression on his face was still frightened.

Because he saw a woman in red hanging herself from a tree, her hairpin tied up in her black hair......

(End of chapter)