City's Appreciation Eye

Chapter 3
Antique Street, life is noisy.

Bloodstains were clearly visible on the ground.

Looking at the empty booth, Bai Hao instantly had the urge to scold his mother. There is no doubt that when he was unconscious, those antiques had already been looted.

He originally thought that his treasures could be sold for at least a few million, but he didn't expect to get a penny, and even the 2 yuan he just earned was thrown into the hospital.

"Zhao Xiaogou, I will remember this stubble, and I will make you repay it ten times in the future!"

Bai Hao cursed a few words, then walked deep into the antique street with a sullen face.

He had more important things to do this time.

Standing in the middle of the antique street, Bai Hao took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

A flash of light flashed across his pupils.

In an instant, colorful halos appeared in front of his eyes. These halos were light or deep, with different eye expressions, like countless fireflies, very beautiful.

"It's...it's true?"

Bai Hao stared with surprise in his eyes.

The halo he saw naturally came from the surrounding antiques, and the older the antique, the more the halo, and the better the quality, the deeper the halo. As for the color, it varies slightly according to the type of antique.

"See things with the right eye, and see the fire like a penetrating eye!"

Bai Hao muttered to himself, unable to hide his ecstasy.

He once read in an ancient book that in the human world, there are five kinds of eyes, the eye of heaven, the eye of wisdom, the eye of law, the eye of Buddha, and the eye of flesh.

The eyes of the physical body are dark and unclear, seeing near but not far, seeing ahead but not behind, seeing dark but not bright.

The Dharma eye sees things, sees fire like a hole, recognizes truth and falsehood, and distinguishes people's hearts.

And my current situation is exactly the same as the Fayan described in the ancient book.

"Great, with this eye for things, all the antiques in the world can't escape my eyes. As long as I have enough time, let alone earn 1000 million, it's 50 million. How difficult is [-] billion!"

Bai Hao suppressed his excitement, and searched in the antique street with burning eyes.

But soon, most of the enthusiasm in his heart was extinguished.

"Late Ming Dynasty porcelain, or is it a defective product?"

Bai Hao shook his head again and again.

Although this antique street has a large scale, there are too few good things in it. Most of them are fakes. Even if there are a few genuine ones, they are almost defective products like the bottle in front of me. I want to find a treasure. Very difficult.

As for those shops, there are indeed many treasures, but the prices are too high. If there is enough time, Bai Hao can use the ability of discernment to identify the value and earn the difference, but now he only has three days.

Putting down the porcelain bottle, Bai Hao rubbed his stinging eyes, and continued walking forward.

Bai Hao found that his Dharma Eye could not be used without limit. If he still didn't get anything after walking half a street, he could only give up temporarily.

"This is……"

At this moment, a dark inkstone came into view.

Bai Hao's pupils shrank, and there were four halos on the inkstone, and the halos were milky white. It was definitely the most valuable item he had seen in the antique street so far.

"Boss, how do you sell this inkstone?"

"three hundred!"

The boss glanced at Bai Hao, and yawned out of boredom.

"I'll go, is it so cheap?"

Bai Hao was taken aback.

He didn't know that at this moment, he was covered in dust and a bandage was wrapped around his head. He looked like a beggar, and he didn't look like a rich man.

These veterans in Antique Street are the masters who ask people's prices when they see people, and ask for ghost prices when they see people.

Seeing that Bai Hao was silent, the boss impatiently picked up the feather duster and flicked the dust.

"Two hundred and five, no less!"

Bai Hao was a little dazed, he didn't say a word, he just froze, did he drop again?

"Cough cough!"

With a dry cough, he took out 50 yuan from his wallet and threw it on the booth.

Seeing the 50 yuan, the boss grabbed it quickly and kicked it into his pocket, as if he was afraid that Bai Hao would regret it.

"Fifty is fifty, take it, take it!"

Hearing what the boss said, Bai Hao was stunned.

"Is he okay with this?"

With a strange expression on his face, he stuffed the 200 yuan he hadn't had time to withdraw into his wallet again.

Picking up the inkstone and looking it over, Bai Hao's eyes lit up.

This inkstone is carved with dragon patterns and is exquisitely made. The material is top-grade red silk stone. Its style belongs to the end of Yuan Dynasty. The market value is more than 50 yuan.

Although it is a drop in the bucket for 1000 million, at least this trip was not in vain.

"Little brother, please stay!"

Just when Bai Hao was about to leave, an angry voice sounded.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He was well-dressed and gave people a sense of elegance.

"Is something wrong?"

"Haha, little brother, I am very interested in the inkstone in your hand. I wonder if I can part with it?"

Han Qingyun smiled gently.

"price?"

"You bought it for 50 yuan just now, so I'll give you three thousand."

"Three thousand?"

Bai Hao laughed, this guy thinks of himself as a novice who doesn't understand anything!
"Young man, I usually like to collect these pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Although this inkstone is an imitation and has no value, I really like it. If you want, I can add another two thousand!"

"Ha ha!"

Bai Hao glanced at the bracelet on Han Qingyun's wrist and smiled lightly.

"Otherwise, I'll give you 500 million, how about you sell this bracelet to me?"

"Ok?"

Hearing Bai Hao's words, Han Qingyun couldn't help flashing a look of surprise in his eyes.

My red gall bracelet has patina on the outside, it looks ordinary, even a professional appraiser can't distinguish it without looking carefully, but the other party can tell the value at a glance, which shows the extraordinary vision.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect the little brother to be an expert!"

Han Qingyun smiled and cupped his hands.

"My lord, Han Qingyun, do you know what I call my little brother?"

"Bai Hao!"

"Bai Hao? Sihui Zhai, the young master of the Bai family?"

Yun Qingluo looked at Bai Hao suspiciously.

"it is me!"

Bai Hao smiled lightly and said, "If you really want this inkstone, then you can offer us a real price!"

Han Qingyun stared at Bai Hao for a moment, then smiled.

"Brother Bai, how about 80?"

"80 million!"

Bai Hao was taken aback, the price far exceeded his expectation.

"can!"

He nodded immediately.

The two quickly concluded the transaction, and Bai Hao put away the check and prepared to go home.

"Brother Bai, it's fate to meet you, why don't you go have a drink together and exchange ideas?"

Han Qingyun looked at Bai Hao with interest.

"Next time!"

Bai Hao shook his head, turned and left.

Looking at his back, Han Qingyun narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly.

"Interesting, everyone in the world says that the young master of the Bai family of five families is ignorant and ignorant. Now it seems that this rumor is not credible!"

Ten minutes later, Bai Hao came to an old courtyard.

The green tiles are faded, the red walls are mottled, and there is an ear missing on the gray stone lion at the door. Although the house is not too small, it looks cold and dilapidated. This is Bai Hao's home.

"Dad, I'm back!"

Pushing open the door and entering, seeing the scene in the room, Bai Hao's expression darkened.

(End of this chapter)