Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

Having said this, Ma Zhen no longer shirks his words.

Anyway, his purpose is just to learn the secret technique of treasure appraisal.

"Young man, you will pay the price for being too confident." Ma Zhen sneered.

"Then you misunderstood. You are good at bronze, but I am better at it, that's all." Lin Ran replied.

Seeing Lin Ran's confident look, Ma Zhen's previously extremely confident expression disappeared.

"Okay, what are the specific rules?"

"You are not allowed to go out on the street or enter the store. You can only buy things at the stalls. You can only choose one item. The time is one hour." Lin Ran announced the rules in one breath.

Ma Zhen also knew from the tone that he was an expert. He explained the rules clearly in a few words and there would be no disagreements.

"It's a word."

In fact, these are gentlemen's agreements, because only the two of them are competing and no one else can supervise.

As soon as Lin Ran finished speaking, Ma Zhen had already written their agreement on paper.

"Put your fingerprints here." Ma Zhen handed the ink pad to Lin Ran.

After signing and depositing, the treasure fight officially begins.

Lin Ran actually didn't expect that it would go so smoothly, and Ma Zhen actually agreed to his request.

He thought Ma Zhen would come and arrest him, torture him severely, and ask him to hand over his secret treasure appraisal skills.

Sure enough, as Wu Qingniu said, he is not a completely bad person.

Walking on Jianghai Antique Street, Lin Ran felt as if he had returned to Panjiayuan.

The scope was chosen to be bronzes, and Lin Ran's purpose became clear.

He looked along the stalls and activated his color-sniffing skills.

Although there are many vendors here, they are even more mixed.

I looked at several stalls in a row, and all of them were imitations, and some even sold ashtrays as cultural relics.

I didn’t say you’re not allowed to pick up anything else. It’s going to be spent here anyway, so why not take a look. "

The goods here are really cheap. Except for some copper stoves from the Qing Dynasty that are slightly valuable, the rest are either fakes or handicrafts.

I don't know where Ma Zhen went. The chance of winning the Qing Dynasty copper furnace was too low, so Lin Ran decisively chose to give up.

He continued walking towards the inner street, but still found nothing of interest.

However, as he approached the entrance of the alley, he suddenly felt a strong smell.

He had never smelled such a strong scent since learning the art of smelling.

It looks like a big treasure.

He immediately perked up and followed the scent.

When I came to the corner of the street, I found a pancake stall.

The so-called smell actually came from this pancake and fruit stall.

Lin Ran was a little puzzled, thinking to himself, it was bad, he confused the smell of color with the smell of smell.

He was feeling depressed and was about to walk back. There were some food stalls in front of him, and there were no vendors to miss.

However, when he turned around, he felt something strange.

No, his smelling skills did tell him that there were antiques here and they were very old.

The stall owner was a strong man. Seeing Lin Ran's hesitation, he took the initiative to recruit customers: "Little brother, do you want to try the authentic pancake fruit? It's only 10 yuan."

In fact, after having breakfast, finishing reading, and repairing calligraphy and paintings, he had not had time to have lunch.

Anyway, he was not in a hurry, so he replied: "Okay, boss, bring me a pancake and some fried dough sticks."

"Okay." The stall owner immediately got busy.

In a few minutes, a thick pancake is ready.

It is indeed a pure mainland fragrance.

He picked up the pancake fruit and was about to take a bite when he found some words on it.

Lin Ran suddenly thought of Su Bai.

The businesswoman from Hong Kong City sent her back to Hong Kong City because she caused the fire and stole the fake Xi Jiapan from the university.

Lin Ran looked at the writing on it, and then remembered the smell he sensed by smelling the color.

The stall owner has no business now and is fanning himself with a straw hat.

Lin Ran asked: "Uncle, can you let me see your pot?"

The stall owner was stunned, not knowing why he made this request.

But when he saw Lin Ran taking out the money, he smiled broadly, put out the fire, and then opened the lid of the pot.

He smiled and said to Lin Ran, "Why do you want to see this broken pot?"

Lin Ran couldn't help but take a breath when he saw the words above.

Because he has learned the secret technique of identifying treasures, he can tell immediately that it is a genuine item!These were not fake products that Su Bai used to frame Wei Chengbin.

At this time, other customers wanted to buy pancakes and fruits.

The stall owner smiled and was about to start pancakes.

Lin Ran stopped him.

"Little brother, why are you stopping me from doing business?" The stall owner was a little unhappy.

Lin Ran said bluntly: "Uncle, can you sell this pot to me?"

Hearing him say that he wanted to buy a pot, the customers and stall owners nearby laughed at the same time.

"Are you coming to steal my business?"

Of course Lin Ran would not tell the truth, but directly took out two thousand Hong Kong dollars and held it in his hand.

He has to sell two hundred pancakes to make so much money. An ordinary pot costs two hundred Hong Kong dollars.

"Sell or not?" Lin Ran looked at his hesitation and emphasized his tone.

If it doesn't sell, he can add more money.

However, the stall owner obviously misunderstood what he meant and thought he was going to regret it.

Without saying anything, he took out the rag next to him, wiped the pot clean, and handed it to Lin Ran: "Isn't it just a pot? It doesn't matter whether it's money or not, just treat me as your friend."

Then he snatched the money from Lin Ran's hand, fearing that he would regret it.

"You are really sick." The customer seemed very depressed because he didn't get the pancakes. He cursed and left.

The stall owner didn't care at all, he pushed his trolley away happily.

Lin Ran still stood where he was, not expecting the others to look at him with ridicule.

Many people don't understand, why should he buy a pot full of oil stains?His clothes don't look like those of the nearby vendors. He's a man with tender skin and tender meat. Could he be selling pancakes and fruits?

But you should buy his skills, not his pot.

Lin Ran stood where he was, smelling the color and sensing that the smell was indeed true.

This is the real Xi Jiapan, a cultural relic born in the Western Zhou Dynasty and produced in the Southern Song Dynasty.

The text above is somewhat unclear because I have been working in the kitchen for so many years.

But it didn't matter, he could still recognize the words on it.

Ask Wu Qingniu to repair it again, and this national treasure-level cultural relic can finally see the light of day again.

Unexpectedly, he would fall into the hands of a small vendor.

I feel in my heart that history is really a wheel.

After putting the pot away, Lin Ran planned to walk around the street for a while. He still had half an hour left. It was a rare visit to see if there were any other leaks to pick up.

When Lin Ran saw Xi Jiapan, he also thought of Su Bai.

At that time, she was driven back to Hong Kong City and asked to prepare a Shengshi Crafts Shop, but she still didn't reply to her letter.

When his matter comes to an end, he must find her to find out.