In the early morning in Yangzhou City, the air is filled with a light freshness, and the red sun in the distance has slowly risen.【】

Perhaps, this is the time of day when the air is the clearest.

On the busiest antique street in Yangzhou City, a boy who was 1.8 meters tall was walking back and forth. The flow of people was still very small at the moment, and there were only a few people on the spacious avenue.

It is said that this antique street has a long history and was established as far back as the Qing Dynasty. After that, many lucky people found treasures here and became the nouveau riche that everyone envied overnight.

The young man walking on the antique street at the moment also looks like he wants to find a treasure. Otherwise, why would he come here so early in the morning?

The antique street has very little traffic at the moment, but there are many people setting up stalls. It seems that the stall owners are unwilling to be late for fear of being robbed of their business.

"Eight Treasures Box, a genuine Eight Treasures Box."

"Qi Baishi's famous paintings, authentic, authentic."

The noisy sounds resounded in the huge antique street again, indicating that a new day in the antique street has begun.

The young man walking back and forth along the antique street looked back and forth furtively, seeming to be looking for treasure.

However, is the treasure so easy to find?

"Young man, come here. This is my family's ancestral calligraphy and painting. There is only one piece. Don't miss this opportunity." A short man in his forties with a crew cut held up a roll with paint.

The smelly yellow scroll was handed to the tall and sturdy young man in front of him.

"Haha, smell the smell on it." The young man curled his lips, and a smile appeared on his handsome face. This smile seemed to be mocking, but also seemed to be mocking.

"Uh." The short man holding the scroll suddenly changed his expression and smiled awkwardly. He secretly regretted that he had a bad start today and actually met an expert.

The young man ignored the short man selling calligraphy and paintings. Instead, he slowly moved to a nearby shop, where a stall was filled with all kinds of exquisite porcelain.

"Young man, what are you buying? These are porcelains from the Qing Dynasty. They are very precious." The stall owner was a fat young man. When he saw the young man's arrival, his face suddenly showed the expression of meeting his biological father.

"Oh, give me one." The young man smiled, seemingly ignoring the fat man's words.

"Have it, hold it carefully." The fat man gently took a bottle of gorgeous blue and white porcelain and handed it to the young man carefully. He was afraid of breaking it.

The young man glanced at the blue and white porcelain casually, and then looked at the bottom of the bottle, where the words "official kiln" were clearly engraved.

"How much?" The young man looked at the blue and white porcelain carefully, and then looked at the smiling fat man next to him.

"It doesn't take much, one thousand, one thousand is enough." The fat man forced a smile on his fat face. He was very excited inside. It was a good start today. As soon as the stall was set up, an employer came to the door.

"Oh, one thousand? Your pirated blue and white porcelain seems to be a bit poorly made, right?" The young man smiled, with the same strange expression on his lips as before.

"Just don't buy it." The fat man grabbed the blue and white porcelain from the young man's hand and seemed very excited.

The young man clapped his hands and walked to another house without saying anything.

This stall is very small, with only a rag black cloth spread on the stall, and dozens of antique rings placed on the rag.

Next to him, there was an old man in a white robe. The old man was fast asleep while clasping his stinky feet.

It seems that this old man with an immortal spirit should be the stall owner of this stall.

The young man casually picked up a bronze ring on the black rag, looked at it carefully, then put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.

"Why does it have a different smell?" The young man muttered in confusion. Although his voice was very small, it was still heard by the old man who was sleeping and returning to his cage.

I saw this old man with Zhang's immortal spirit turned over, and then stood up neatly, with a ray of light shooting out of his eyes.

The reason why he is so impressive is because the old man's white beard has reached to his chest, but there is not a single wrinkle on his face.

"Young man, what do you want to buy?" Zhang, a fairy-like old man, picked up an apple like a magic trick and said while eating it.

"How much does this ring on my hand cost?" The young man touched the bronze ring on his hand and asked.

He felt that the ring seemed good, it was cold to the touch, and it looked very old. It didn't look like a fake.

"You want to buy this ring?" The old man was a little surprised, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"I know you must be like a dragon and a phoenix. You are indeed a young hero. This ring is hidden so deeply, but you still discovered it." The old man suddenly changed the topic and praised the young man in front of him.

"No, no, please tell me how much it is and give me a price." The young man waved his hand, indicating that you should make a quotation quickly, otherwise he will leave.

"Haha." The old man smiled awkwardly, and then said softly, "Three thousand."

"Three thousand, you're too shameless, three hundred yuan, three hundred yuan at most." The young man put the ring over and said with a hint of anger.

He didn't expect that the old man would be so aggressive and ask for three thousand for a broken ring.

"Two thousand." The old man said again.

"three hundred."

"One thousand." The old man's calm face actually showed a trace of emotion.

"Three hundred." The young man still stood firm and said very coldly.

"Five hundred, minimum five hundred." The old man gritted his teeth and spit out the sentence.

"Three hundred." The young man smiled, with a gleam of evil in his eyes.

"That's all, let's do a loss-making business." The old man shook his head in frustration. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him would have such a tough stance.

"Hey, you didn't lose money. This broken ring is almost the same price." The young man smiled and took out three red bills from his pocket.

The old man took the red note from the young man with a pained look on his face, but the smile in his eyes betrayed him.

"Young man, walk slowly." The old man looked at the young man walking away and said with a smile on his face.

However, the young man who walked away did not hear the old man's words, but focused entirely on the ring in his hand.

"I'll find two shills later and sell this ring." The young man smiled crookedly, and then the tall figure gradually disappeared in the antique street.
Chapter completed!