Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times.

Xiangcheng is a first-tier city, and its antique street is very large, with dozens of antique shops alone.

In the afternoon, it is very lively here.

The street stalls are lined up all the way, filled with copper coins, silver coins, jades, calligraphy and paintings and other kinds of things. They are countless and dazzling.

And the shouts also came and went:

"Tang Bohu's ancient paintings are absolutely authentic..."

"Ancestor snuff bottles, three hundred years old, only cost 100,000..."

"..."

However, few people pay attention to the antique shop, but the shopkeepers are not panic at all, as steady as thousand-year-old turtles.

Only those who are really short of money will sell their ancestral treasures.

It is impossible to set up a street stall to sell, let alone go to the street stalls to inquire about prices. I will only choose large-scale antique stores.

The same is true for real buyers.

So, just sit back and wait for business to come to you.

This industry usually does not open for three years, but it lasts for three years after opening!

Suddenly, a roasted sweet potato seller drove a tricycle into the antique street, found a place, and started shouting, "Roasted sweet potatoes, dried sweet potatoes, sweet potato chips, sweet potato powder, cheap and delicious..."

Of course he was Zhang Tong.

He not only grows sweet potatoes, but also sells them.

Although he has a bad reputation, his income is not necessarily lower than that of his classmates.

"The forest is so big, there are all kinds of birds."

Luo Hao, the owner of Huabaoxuan, also saw and heard it. He was stunned and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Selling roasted sweet potatoes in the antique street?

Are you sick?

Even strange images appeared in his mind involuntarily.

Many antique stall owners were eating dark roasted sweet potatoes while greeting customers enthusiastically.

This picture shouldn't be too beautiful.

"Dude, are you in the wrong place? This is an antique street, not a snack street."

The stall owner next door touched his forehead and reminded him.

"I'm sorry, I called you wrong just now. It's just habit that hurts people."

Zhang Tong took out a shiny golden object from the bag and shouted: "Nog-headed gold, dog-headed gold passed down from ancestors for eight generations, weighs forty pounds or one tael, and is sold at a high price. Don't miss it if you pass by..."

The sun shines on the gold nugget, and the golden light is dazzling, which is particularly eye-catching.

All kinds of antiques are not rare, and gold jewelry is not rare either.

But nugget gold is bred by nature, and it is easy to distinguish the true from the false.

But few people have seen it.

Very rare!

Suddenly the whole antique street was in a commotion.

Many stall owners didn't even look at the stalls, and rushed over to look at them.

Antique shop owners also took notice and swarmed out.

"Damn, young people don't have martial ethics."

Luo Hao, the owner of Huabaoxuan, the largest antique store, could not stand still anymore and walked out cursing.

There was a secret hatred in my heart.

The more than 40 kilograms of nugget gold is definitely the largest in the world in terms of volume and weight. It can be said to be a world treasure and is worth a lot of money.

If this young man comes to Huabaoxuan to sell.

He doesn't need to compete with others, so he can naturally get it at a cheap price, which can be a treasure to the store and increase his reputation, which will be of great benefit to future business.

But now it is not easy.

Must face all peers and numerous pedestrians.

Luo Hao separated from the crowd and walked in. He said with stern eyes: "Young man, I am Luo Hao, the boss of Huabaoxuan. Can you take a look?"

"Can't."

Zhang Tong refused without hesitation.

There were too many people at the scene, and he was worried that someone would take it and run away in the name of appraisal.

"Then go to my store for appraisal?"

Luo Hao choked for a moment and said again.

Zhang Tong shook his head, "I won't go."

He just has to bid here to get a high price.

“How do you know if it’s real gold nugget without trying it?”

Luo Hao said in astonishment.

"Yeah yeah."

Other antique shop owners also echoed.

"This is genuine nugget gold that has been passed down from my family for eight generations. You don't need to identify it. It will be sold to whoever bids the highest price."

Zhang Tong was unhurried, calm and confident.

Many antique shop owners were so angry that their noses were crooked.

Without appraisal, who dares to bid?

Is this bastard deliberately messing around?

Or are you stalling for time?

Wait until more people arrive so that you can sell it at a higher price?

They looked at each other, and Luo Hao smiled and said, "How about this, you hold it in your hands, everyone stays back, and I can evaluate it alone."

"Can."

Zhang Tong agreed this time.

"Everyone, please take three steps back and don't make any noise."

Many antique shop owners began to maintain order.

Luo Hao took out a magnifying glass and began to identify it carefully.

More and more people were watching the excitement, standing on tiptoes to watch curiously and talking about it.

"Oh my god, how could there be such a huge gold nugget? It's incredible."

"The gold nugget is so beautiful, I like it so much!"

"I wonder how much it can be sold for?"

"A few million. I'm afraid it's fake."

"It's not fake, is it? Otherwise, how could this guy dare to bid openly on the street?"

"..."

Some people are even calling their friends, "Mr. Wang, come on, a 40-pound piece of nugget gold appears on the antique street. It seems to be real. The bidding will begin soon..."

"..."

Luo Hao was secretly anxious, and quickly completed the appraisal, then asked Zhang Tong to weigh the sweet potatoes on a scale, and announced loudly: "The color is golden, the whole body is round, and there are many honeycomb-like pits on the surface, as well as some raised parts.

It is shaped like a dog’s head. Therefore, there is no doubt that this is an authentic gold nugget weighing 40.1 kilograms.”

"Oh my god, it's so golden."

"I really want it. It can be made into a family heirloom. This is a treasure that can really appreciate in value."

"The true value of nugget gold is its meaning. It is said that it can bring good luck to people."

"No money, no luck..."

"..."

Everyone was excited, extremely excited, and their eyes became even more intense.

But it is much more popular than other antique cultural relics.

"I'll pay 3 million."

"4 million."

"5 million."

"4.5 million."

"5.8 million."

"..."

Someone started bidding.

Many antique shop owners also joined the fight.

He looked like he was going to fight to the death.

"7 million."

Luo Hao was so powerful that he made the final decision.

No one offers high prices anymore.

Seems to have given up.

"Young man, give me your bank account number and I will transfer the money to you."

Luo Hao said.

"7 million won't be sold."

Zhang Tong said slowly.

"Not selling? Then why do you want us to bid?"

Luo Hao's face was as red as blood, and veins were pulsing on his forehead.

"If it doesn't reach my psychological price, of course I won't sell it. I'm not an auction house."

The expression on Zhang Tong's face was a bit strange.

It's just a bid, are you too impatient?

Is this guy just faking it?

Are these antique shop owners working together to lower prices?

"you……"

Luo Hao was so angry that he trembled all over, "I'll add 100,000 to 7.1 million. The price is already more than pure gold. And nugget gold has a lot of impurities."

"Not enough."

Zhang Tong sneered secretly.

Bullying me because I don’t know how to do it?

Do you think I am uneducated?

"You, you, you..."

Luo Hao was furious and extremely angry.

"Young man, just accept it when you're ready."

"The young man is greedy. No one except Boss Luo will offer a high price of 7.1 million."

"..."

Many antique shop owners lobbied.

"After half an hour, bid again, and the higher bidder will win."

Zhang Tong finished speaking calmly and began to shout: "Roasted sweet potatoes, dried sweet potatoes, sweet potato slices..."

"Fuck."

Many antique shop owners were almost furious.

Everyone who was eating melons and watching the show laughed and felt very happy.

Although this young man sells sweet potatoes, he insists on getting it and keeps many antique shop owners under control.
Chapter completed!