Universal system must die

Chapter 30, cameo picks up the missing

The pretense value hasn't increased significantly for a long time. He Ming feels sorry for them if he doesn't earn a wave of pretense points when he meets so many cute second-hand netizens.

Who would have thought that the system is still an expert in combating counterfeiting.

"Dog system, how much does this wolf recover."

"One thousand S coins."

"This one is made of rice paper from the late Qing Dynasty."

"Five thousand S coins."

"Then this inkstone from the late Qing Dynasty."

"Three S coins."

Fuck, the system recovery price is so low, it's all fake.

The little expert in anti-counterfeiting was successfully born, and He Mingli couldn't smile from ear to ear.

The dog system is still somewhat useful, but the system suffers from the rules, so He Ming took advantage of a loophole and had a chance to pick up the loopholes.

Alas, the ancients do not deceive me.

He Ming patted the calligraphy and painting to the elbow, gathered the antiques in front of him together, casually threw them into the bag and carried them on his back before leaving.

Mr. Qi couldn't stand it anymore, "Little brother, these are all national treasures. Especially Zheng Banqiao's pine and bamboo paintings, they will definitely sell for 1000 million yuan in two years."

He Ming suddenly sneered, "Do I collect antiques to make money? I do it for charity. Netizens know my character best. If you don't believe me, ask."

call~~

There was a burst of boos in the live broadcast room, and the thick-skinned host was like an anchor. He said these words with integrity, and his face did not blush at all.

Skin thickness value +1, +1, +1, +1...

He Ming was deeply moved by the enthusiastic response from netizens, and his skin thickness value, which had not increased for a long time, increased rapidly.

Old Qi was taken aback by what he said, and his old face turned red. Before he could say anything, he saw He Ming striding out.

"Hey, shopkeeper, how did you sell this big seal?"

Standing at the door with He Ming, he pointed at the wooden "Seal of the King of Han" from the Ming Dynasty inside the counter.

"Eight hundred and eight, does the guest like it?"

"How about I like to flatten him and carve him into my name?"

"Hehe, if the guest likes it, I can give it to you."

"really?"

"Of course, I can issue a receipt to the customer as a supplement to your purchase of those things."

He Ming spent 700 million. The shopkeeper bought a batch of this high imitation seal a few days ago and was not afraid of anyone missing it.

He Ming didn't speak, and waited for the receipt to be opened, then he gave a thumbs up and said: "The shopkeeper is generous enough."

After speaking, he was about to leave, but was stopped by old man Qi.

"Little brother, wait a minute, can you let me observe this big seal."

"no problem."

Handing the big seal to old man Qi, he didn't care whether it was real or not. The system's recovery price of this big seal is [-], which is really profitable.

The shopkeeper frowned, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Someone immediately shouted in the live broadcast room.

"This is considered a fake product, so the anchor quickly performed a streaking performance."

"The monks quit empty space and sex, the anchor sacrificed so much, I have no choice but to relapse this time."

"You guys are overthinking, I guess the anchor really missed something, you guys are going to be on par."

Old man Qi looked at it carefully, his brows furrowed with excitement.

"Little brother, return this to you, admiration."

"Good to say."

Old Man Qi didn't say anything, obviously to save face for the shopkeeper.

But the shopkeeper felt itchy in his heart, how could he hold it back, his voice couldn't help trembling, "Old Qi, what you mean is that the big seal is real."

Old man Qi looked at him and nodded, a little groaning for him, and secretly dejected, if he could find out, it wouldn't be his own.

The shopkeeper wants to die, what's going on?Could it be that I accidentally received an antique and ended up giving it away as a parallel import?

"Hi~"

"The anchor is blind, right? Did he really miss it?"

"Fuck, I just want to know how much the seal of the prince of the Ming Dynasty is worth."

"Brother, the value of the Great Seal of the Ming Dynasty depends on the quality of the materials and the history and culture, but there must be a million or one hundred thousand."

"It's amazing, my buddy is convinced, the anchor is studying archaeology!"

"Anchor 666, let's start with rewards..."

He Ming ignored the dying shopkeeper and left.

Alas, the 1000 million has not been spent yet, so we have to work hard!
After visiting two more stores, there was nothing to pick up, but he spent another 300 million to buy some miscellaneous items.

When the money was gone, he was ready to leave.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were not satisfied.

"The anchor is not good enough. It's nothing to spend a lot of money on antiques. If you have the ability, go and pick them up again."

"That's right, if the anchor can pick up the leak again, we will send you to the top ten in the reward list."

"Haha, I finally have a place for you. Chixiang anchor Xiao'er, if it makes me happy, I can give you ten aircraft carriers."

"Agreed, ten submarines if satisfied!"

"Brother, brother, I will give you 9999 bikinis!"

"I will give you a hundred purple gold alms bowls."

"I have prepared a thousand pieces of Hanfu for you."

Seeing the netizens clamoring, He Ming tilted his head and thought for a while.

In the past hour or so, netizens have contributed more than 2 to the pretense value, [-] to the anger value, [-] to the thick skin value, and three or two to the good person value.

Nima, it's really a joke that buddies are doing charity!
Zhao Tianba, Merry Xiucai, Ye Xiaomei, Old Master, and Tang Monk, these are the top five netizens in the live broadcast room, and they are also the ones who make the most noise.

"Well, I agree to your request to pick up the leaks, but you also have to agree to my request. If you lose, you don't need to donate on the platform, but you have to donate [-] to a charity account, dare you?"

"Hey, the anchor is really doing charity?"

"Holy shit, I feel like the host is pretending to be cool, but this guy is so loving. I'm so moved that I'm about to cry."

"I agree."

"I agree……"

Immediately thousands of local tyrants responded, and He Ming couldn't help laughing, even if he only half promised, he was worth it.

Picking up leaks is not so easy, and it is hard to come by.

But He Ming possessed a systematic weapon, and he swept up shop by shop.

The system was extremely speechless to him, and wanted to strike many times, but he had no right to violate the system rules.

In short, the system wants to cry!
The price of Xianfeng cricket gourd in Qing Dynasty is [-] yuan, although it is worth [-] yuan, it is not considered a leak.

Zhang Daqian's copying of paintings, priced at 300 million, can actually be sold for 350 million, which is not counted.

During the Guangxu period, a crane-bill snuff bottle sold for 50 yuan could actually be sold for 80 yuan, which is not attractive.

At such a suitable price, I would naturally buy it.

At dusk, Xishan, he had visited all the antique shops, and he was ready to give up.

There were two rows of street stalls on the side of the street. The sales value ranged from a few yuan to several hundred yuan. He Ming had no intention of looking at them.

Walking around again, pointing to each stall and asking the system for the price of packaging and recycling.

"Eighty S coins."

"Here are five hundred S coins."

"That stall costs 2600S coins."

"And this 31S coin."

"Well, this booth is 150 million S coins."

He Ming stopped suddenly, thinking he heard it wrong, "Dog System, tell me clearly, how much is the recycling of all the products at this stall?"

"Stupid host, the system was defeated by your IQ. You heard me right, it's 150 million S coins."

There are big goods and developed.

He Ming walked over in a hurry, there were still a few customers at the stall, in case someone got there first, he had no choice but to find a place to cry.

"Boss, you bastards, my buddies have taken a fancy to them, and I'll pay you a price."

150 million S coins equals 500 million in cash. He Ming didn't believe that the stall owner knew the goods. If he knew the goods, he wouldn't set up a stall to sell them.

Sure enough, the stall owner was stunned, and then smiled, "The boss wants to make a circle, that's fine, I'm all genuine products, and you can take all of the [-] yuan."

(End of this chapter)