After drinking and eating, Wang Mao suggested to go to the ancient road market in Wutong Town. Wutong Town is also an ancient town with a long history, surrounded by mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, and people come to travel every day.

"Brother Fan, I heard that the ancient road market in Wutong Town is full of antiques, and the things are so complicated!"

Walking on the road, Wang Mao looked around and said with a sudden inspiration: "Why don't we go and try our luck? If we pick up a big leak, we will never have to worry about food and drink in our lifetime!"

"You've read too many online novels."

Ye Zi rolled his eyes. Everyone wanted to pick up bargains, but how could it be so easy to pick up?

Some unscrupulous antique dealers know that some people like to come and pick up bargains and deliberately set up tricks to you.

"You can go for a walk, anyway, there is no hurry to compete after the genius." Ning Xiaofan said with a smile.

"Yes, Brother Fan said it!"

Wang Mao smiled and immediately led the three of them to wander around the scattered ancient road market.

A few minutes later, they came to a street stall surrounded by many people.

I saw a thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks carrying a small stool and introducing a large Qingshun-ye dragon pattern jar to a middle-aged man in a suit and a briefcase.

"Brother, it's not me! You can see the quality, patina, feel, and listen to the sound."

As he said that, the thin man picked up the large dragon pattern jar and tapped it twice with his knuckles, making a dull sound.

The man in suit was stunned and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with this sound?"

A trace of joy appeared in the thin man's eyes, and he said without false color: "The sound is as dull as a drum, not dispersed, and thick as it is enough to show that this item is eight or nine. And you see, there are seals from the Shunzhi period below! It is absolutely not fake!"

The man in the suit was frightened and half-doubted, and he blinked and thought, obviously he was still a little hesitant.

At this time, another person came over next to him, a fat man in a white coat.

The fat man looked down and immediately had a burst of surprise in his eyes. He said anxiously: "Oh! The dragon pattern jar from the Shunzhi period of the Qing Dynasty is a good thing! Boss, how much is it? I bought it!"

The thin man slowly stretched out three fingers, "300,000, no less."

"Three hundred thousand? It's so cheap, hahaha, I want it!" The fat man laughed, as if he was picking up a huge bargain.

"Cao, if my dad hadn't been ill and was waiting to spend money, I would have sold at least 600,000!" The thin man cursed.

At this time, the man in suit became anxious, hugged the thing, and stammered: "I...I saw it first, I want it."

"This..." The two of them looked embarrassed.

The fat man sighed heavily and cursed with regret: "Damn, I was taken first, I'm so fucking!"

The man in suit showed a smile on his face, breathing a sigh of relief, and then he reached out to get the money.

At this time, a playful voice sounded.

"I want this thing, one hundred yuan."

Everyone turned their heads and saw a tall and handsome young man walking in with a faint smile on his lips.

The thin man was stunned for a moment and then frowned, "Hey, who are you?"

"He paid 300,000 yuan, but he paid 100 yuan. He was deliberately making trouble?"

"That's right, these days, there are so many brainless people!"

"I'm crazy about money?"

The onlookers sneered at Ning Xiaofan's behavior, but they were also a little keen, and became interested in seeing what this young man wanted to do.

Ning Xiaofan slowly walked to the stall, glanced at it, and then said to the man in the suit holding the big dragon pattern jar, "It's hard to make money, tell you, this thing is fake."

"What?"

The man in suit was shocked and looked at Ning Xiaofan in surprise, and he suddenly couldn't help it.

"Boy, are you looking for death, right?" The thin man was immediately annoyed and gritted his teeth and cursed.

"What does Brother Fan want to do?" Wang Mao stood behind, confused, "Can he see the authenticity of the antique?"

Wang Tingting's beautiful eyes flashed, staring at Ning Xiaofan.

Ning Xiaofan glanced at the thin man lightly, "I said, boss, you are not authentic in doing business like this. Do you dare to sell things that cost a wholesale price of 100 yuan? Tsk tsk, it's a 3,000-fold increase, and you won't make a profit."

The thin man was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he felt a little panicked. How... how could it be? Could it be that he could see it?

No, this young man is only twenty years old at most. How could he tell the truth? He must be cheating me! That’s right!

After making up his mind, the thin man smiled coldly and jokingly said, "I said, brother... If you want this treasure, take out the money. Don't use such despicable tricks. It's useless in our Wutong Town!"

"Yes, little brother, do you want to make this dragon pattern big jar famous? No one buys it, and then you can pay a low price to make money?" The fat man on the side also looked at Ning Xiaofan with a contemptuous look, with a deep look on his face.

"Oh, at a young age, why is the cleverness so deep?"

"That's right! Why do you say this is fake?"

"I think he just wants to get a bargain!"

"Yes, you have the ability to come up with evidence! Otherwise, don't hinder others from doing business!"

The onlookers were brought up and pointed their fingers at Ning Xiaofan. Ordinary people must be sweating and angry when they were attacked by verbal attacks, but Ning Xiaofan didn't care at all, and his face was still as quiet as a lake.

"grandfather."

Outside the crowd, a beautiful girl in a graceful figure in a blue off-shoulder chiffon skirt, holding the arm of an old man in gray shirt, stood graceful and graceful. She had black hair like ink, straight up at her waist, her eyes were as cold as a clear spring on the snow-capped mountain, and her body had an ethereal and arrogant temperament.

"Haha, let's look at it for a while, this young man is a little interesting."

The old man in gray shirt stroked his beard and looked at the young man in front of the stall with a very praiseworthy look.

"Hmph, I'm a foreigner at first glance and don't understand the rules of Wutong Town. After reading two antique treasure appraisal books at home, I thought I had two brushes and showed off my knowledge everywhere. I have seen such idiots too many times."

The cool girl blinked her beautiful eyes slightly and cast disdainful eyes at Ning Xiaofan.

In the field.

The man in the suit was anxious and hugged the treasure in his arms a little tighter, showing a hint of hostility towards Ning Xiaofan.

"You... why do you say this thing is fake? I think this baby is pretty, it doesn't look fake."

"Puchi!"

Ning Xiaofan couldn't help laughing and patted his shoulder, "I said, brother, did you use to determine whether the antique is authentic or not?"

The man in the suit tightened his face and looked embarrassed.

At this time, the thin man's patience reached the limit, so he raised his voice and shouted at Ning Xiaofan: "Hey, you say that my baby is a fake, and you have the ability to come up with evidence! Otherwise, get out of the way and don't interfere with my business!"

"That's right, there's no point in talking, be careful of being slapped!" The fat man was also slightly angry and threatened in his tone.

"Do you want evidence? OK, then I will give you evidence!"
Chapter completed!