Coincidentally, there is a welfare lottery shop not far from the hospital.

Yang Fan walked over without thinking.

At noon, there were not many people in the store. The boss was sitting alone at the bar watching TV. When he saw Yang Fan coming in, he didn't say hello. He just took a look and looked away.

Yang Fan didn't say much, walked to the counter and focused his attention on looking inside.

Sure enough, the coating of the lottery ticket could not block Yang Fan's sight at all, and Yang Fan could see the winning amount inside clearly.

After looking at ten or twenty lottery tickets, Yang Fan still couldn't find the lottery ticket he wanted. Most of them didn't cost a dime. Occasionally, the winning amount was only ten or twenty yuan, which was not enough to buy a lottery ticket.

What a profiteer. Yang Fan muttered to himself.

At this moment, Yang Fan's eyes lit up and he found a lottery ticket worth 5,000 yuan.

"Boss, I'll buy this one." Yang Fan immediately pointed at the lottery ticket and shouted.

The boss didn't take it seriously. He took five yuan and gave the lottery ticket to Yang Fan. Yang Fan took out a coin and scratched the coating. When he saw the redemption amount of five thousand yuan on it, he couldn't help but tremble.

one time.

"Boss, I won a prize, please redeem it." Yang Fan pretended to be calm and said.

"Did you win the lottery? How much did you win?" When they heard that someone had won the lottery, several people around them immediately stretched their necks.

"Five thousand."

"Ah, what a blessing."

"Yes, you can win such a big prize even if you buy a scratch-off ticket." There was a voice of envy from the side.

The boss took the lottery ticket and looked at it carefully, and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so he reluctantly paid for it and said something sour.

"Young man is so lucky. Why don't you scratch a few more cards? You will definitely win the big prize."

Yang Fan smiled and quickly took the money and left.

He has read all the remaining lottery tickets in this store, and if he continues to play, he will only lose money.

After a small trial, Yang Fan's confidence skyrocketed, although five thousand yuan was a drop in the bucket for Yang Fan's huge debt.

But this is an excellent start. With these five thousand yuan as capital, he can try his hand at the stone betting market.

Yang Fan walked excitedly towards the Stone Gambling Market, but met Li Changgeng on the way.

"Hey, what are you doing Yang Fan, getting out of the hospital so soon? Now that you're out of the hospital, hurry up and follow me to the store to work. The store is short of people."

Li Changgeng grabbed Yang Fan's arm.

As a last resort, Yang Fan had no choice but to follow Li Changgeng to the store.

As soon as he walked into the store, Yang Fan suddenly felt dizzy.

There is a large counter in the store, and there are a lot of cultural toys on it, some real and some fake, which the boss uses to enhance the appearance.

Yang Fan's usual job is to clean these cultural toys. When he has time, Yang Fan will also ask Li Changgeng for some knowledge about cultural toys.

But Li Changgeng pretended to be profound every time and never taught him his true skills.

To this day, Yang Fan doesn't know which of the things on the counter are real and which are fake.

But at this moment, Yang Fan suddenly discovered that there were several haloes around each piece of art, and the colors of the haloes were very different, including green, red, etc.

What are these apertures? Are my special powers working again?

Yang Fan remained calm, and as usual, he first swept the dust on the counter with a feather duster, and then started to wipe the toys meticulously.

The cold antiques in the past suddenly seemed to be alive, and Yang Fan could even feel a trace of warmth.

Yang Fan couldn't figure out what was going on.

Soon, Yang Fan wiped and found an antique at the bottom right of the cabinet.

He remembered clearly that the boss said that this was an official kiln from the Jiaqing period, and the price should be around 80,000.

Yang Fan looked carefully and found that there were three apertures on the narrow-mouth bottle, and the color of the apertures was light green.

Jiaqing was almost three hundred years ago.

Three hundred years, three apertures, yes, that's right, these apertures should represent the year of the antique.

Yang Fan couldn't help but look at the small earth-yellow tripod next to him. He remembered that it was an antique incense burner from the Yongli period of the Ming Dynasty. It was used by wealthy families to worship their ancestors. The boss spent 1.6 million to acquire it.

of.

Yongli dates back more than six hundred years. Yang Fan quickly counted the apertures around the small tripod. Sure enough, there were six!

I understand!

Yang Fan was very excited about this discovery.

He discovered the secret of his eyes again.

It not only has the function of seeing through, but also has the function of identifying treasures.

Those apertures represent the age of the antique!

What about the color of those apertures? Could it be the value of antiques!

"Yang Fan, hurry up, Mr. Xu is here, serve him some good tea quickly." Li Changgeng's shout came from outside.

Yang Fan didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly brewed a pot of the best Mingqian Longjing and took it out.

Store rules.

Ordinary guests come to Tieguanyin.

If you have a special status, go to Biluochun.

If Li Changgeng shouted at the top of his lungs like this, he must be a big customer and must go to Longjing.

Yang Fan walked out with tea and found an old man with gray hair coming into the store and sitting on the left.

The boss Liu Yutang is also there, sitting with him on the right, and Li Changgeng is standing behind the boss.

There was an antique scroll on the table, and several people were whispering about something in front of the scroll.

Yang Fan was curious for a moment and wanted to know what kind of treasure that scroll was, so he couldn't help but take a look.

But I was surprised to find that there was not a single aperture on the scroll.

The lack of aperture means there is no year. Is it a fake?

Yang Fan murmured in his heart.

"Yang Fan, this has nothing to do with you. Why are you still standing there? Go back to the back room."

Seeing that Yang Fan put down the tea and refused to leave, Li Changgeng was very dissatisfied and scolded him with a frown.

"It's okay, let him listen for a while and learn a lot." Liu Yutang said casually.

Several people didn't take Yang Fan seriously and continued to discuss the scroll.

After listening for a while, Yang Fan noticed some eyebrows.

This Mr. Xu is an antique dealer, and he often sells some good products. Recently, he got a pair of "Clouds and Rain on Green Mountains" by Li Cheng, a famous artist from the Song Dynasty, but he is not sure whether it is genuine or not.

I specially called Liu Yutang to give me a look.


Chapter completed!