Universal system must die

Chapter 29, Antique Rookie
Europeans drink milk like Chinese people drink soy milk porridge, which is the most basic daily meal.

For He Ming's kindness, Chris did not refuse, opened the lid and took a sip.

"Hey, the milk is delicious, thank you..."

Chris's expression changed suddenly, a wave of heat flowed down the esophagus to the lower abdomen, and all [-] pores in his body were breathing.

carefree!

What excited him the most was that the mysterious energy in his body actually resonated.

Drink a few more bottles, then the cultivation base will not go up!
"Hey, what exactly did you give me to drink?"

"Refreshing milk..."

No, He Ming immediately realized, what did Chris buy the blood crystal for, obviously he is not an ordinary person.

Seeing that his expression was more excited than eating the smoother milk, He Ming suddenly acted inscrutable.

"Chris, we are friends. I thought you wouldn't feel the magic of milk. It seems that you are not an ordinary person!"

"Hey, I knew you were not an ordinary person. I should know if you can catch the blood priest. Tell me, is there any more milk?"

"Of course, but you should know that such things are too rare."

"Oh, my friend, tell me what deal you need to make, I understand."

But I don't understand!
He Ming scolded the dog system in his heart, "What's going on, why is Chris more excited to drink milk than to drink auntie?"

"Stupid host, have you finally noticed that the products produced by the system must be high-quality goods, do you think it's just talking?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what's going on?"

"As long as the host turns on the [Appraisal] skill, he can check the attributes of the item. There is no other comment. By the way, turning on [Appraisal] requires 50 S coins."

He Mingqi's teeth itch, he only has [-] S coins now, how can he get them through regular channels?

50 S coins need to recover 500 million worth of items in reality.

But if you don't kill the person who has been taken advantage of, you won't be killed.

"Chris, what you said is really embarrassing for me."

"Hey, we are friends and you have to help me. I know that this thing is not only about having money, you can count it."

A bottle of milk is sold for 10 S coins in the system mall, which is equivalent to 100 million cash. He Ming immediately noticed it.

"A bottle of 300 million, and this is a friendship price, if you are not satisfied, I did not say that we are still friends."

"No, no, no, He, it's settled for 300 million, how about ten bottles first?"

"Of course, I actually have something to ask for your help."

He Ming needed a mobile satellite base station and two planes, and Chris readily agreed.

Time was running out and we had to arrive in Yokohama within two days. Chris made two phone calls and managed to get the plane and the satellite base station.

Chris paid a deposit of 1000 million in advance, and made an appointment to pick up the milk in the evening and come back again.

After going out, He Ming immediately went straight to the antique market.

It is the most cost-effective way to buy antique calligraphy and paintings and let the system recycle them.

Because antiques will appreciate in value!
I haven't been in the live broadcast room for several days, and I miss all the netizens.

Type a line and start the live broadcast room.

[Walk around the antique market, buy fakes and run streaking live]
"Hey, Chixiang anchor is online."

"Extraordinary, the anchor of Chixiang is going to run naked, if you have comrades, come and watch."

"Brother, brother, I'm here, I still like the way you look like a big guy in women's clothing, or you're running around in a bikini!"

"I'm here too. I heard that Douhu has come recently and only eats Xiang monsters. It's very popular. I will meet him later."

The live broadcast room was overcrowded, and the platform was willing to promote it. I tried to contact him several times to sign a contract, but I couldn't find anyone.

The phone number is empty, but what the hell are you using for the live broadcast?

Not scientific!

In less than one street walk, there were more than 30 people in the live broadcast room.

He Ming chose a shop to go in—Ruyi's century-old shop.

The house plate looks simple and old, and I don’t know what kind of wood it is made of. After the system evaluates the recycling price and converts it, it is worth 200 million in cash.

Walking in, the inside is deserted and deserted, no one comes to say hello, as if it doesn't matter if you buy or not.

"How much is it?"

He Ming pointed to the bamboo and stone picture on the wall, and saw that the inscription was Zheng Banqiao.

"Nine thousand and eight."

"That's Qi Baishi's big shrimp."

"Three thousand five."

"How much is this wild grass painting by Wang Xizhi?"

"twelve thousand."

"It's boring, is there anyone who is in charge, take out some real products, buddies have plenty of money."

He Ming pouted.

The shopkeeper who sat inside without saying a word suddenly looked up.

"The customer really wants to buy calligraphy and painting?"

"Nonsense, take out the real work if you have it."

The shopkeeper of the Tang suit led He Ming to the inner room, served tea, and said with a smile, "What dynasty calligraphy and painting do you want to buy? Do you have any requirements?"

He Ming took a sip of tea and said proudly: "The most expensive one!"

The shopkeeper shook his head, knowing that he was a local tyrant, but he was earning money from such a person, so he immediately took out an authentic painting from the safe and carefully spread it on the table.

"Zheng Banqiao's authentic bamboo and stone work, 580 million, in your palm."

He Ming walked over and took a look, and the system recovered 20 S coins.

Well, the real thing!

"Take it, do you still want to take it?"

He Ming just finished speaking, and there was a lot of noise in the live broadcast room.

"The anchor is stupid, the experts who appraised the authenticity didn't see it so quickly!"

"Brother, you don't know the anchor, can your head eat and run naked?"

"What the upstairs said is reasonable, I urge everyone not to tip, reject fakes and reject idiots."

"This is an authentic work. The old man has studied calligraphy and painting for decades and won't miss it."

"It turns out that the old master is an idiot. You were pretending to be young in the live broadcast room of my sister yesterday. You will grow old in just one day."

"Everyone, don't give rewards, the anchor is just an idiot."

In the Ruyi store, He Ming was very dissatisfied with the items brought out by the shopkeeper.

They are all the Four Treasures of the Qingming Study Room and ancient coins, and a bunch of scattered things add up to less than 100 million.

He Ming is going to spend 1000 million yuan and exchange everything into S coins.

An old man walked into the store, and the clerk rushed to greet him and directly invited him into the inner room.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any guests?"

"Ah, Mr. Qi, you are here."

The shopkeeper rushed to greet him. This is a knowledgeable old customer. Could it be that he came here for the bamboo and stone picture.

Oops!

"Zheng Banqiao's bamboo and stone painting is still there. I asked a friend to raise some money and read it a few times. This time I will definitely take it down, ha ha."

The shopkeeper looked at him in embarrassment, and turned his head to He Ming who was holding the painting. Old man Qi immediately understood, and couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

"This little brother is courageous. Zheng Banqiao's bamboo and stone painting is rare and rare, and it will definitely preserve its value."

He Ming curled his lips, who is this old man, why is he upset that he wanted to buy a bamboo and stone picture but I cut it off.

Qi Songhe saw a pile of miscellaneous items in front of He Ming again, and two high imitation inkstones were picked out beside him, so he couldn't help being curious.

"My little brother is also a collector. His eyesight is really good."

When the shopkeeper heard this, he couldn't stop laughing awkwardly. A few high-quality imitations were mixed in the antiques, which was an open secret in their business.

Buyers can seldom see that if it is sold to someone like Mr. Qi, the shopkeeper would not dare to do so. He also admires He Ming for picking out two high imitations at a young age.

He Ming waved his hand, "It's so-so. If you buy fake antiques, but there are a bunch of bastards watching me run naked, how can I make them happy."

Someone in the live broadcast room suddenly shouted, "Old Qi, old Qi, this is Qi Songhe, the retired curator of the Binhai Museum, a well-known calligraphy and painting collector in China, that's right."

"It's nothing to buy an authentic work for 500 million yuan, but how did he pick out the high imitation inkstone?"

"Damn it, you didn't hear the streaking anchor scolding us for being a jerk, so let's start scolding us together."

"The old man's long spear is already hungry and thirsty, and he vows to bring the streaking and coercion to justice."

(End of this chapter)