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

The appearance of this inkstone was really poor. It had been on display for nearly a month but had not been sold. Finally, someone came to inquire about the price, and of course they wanted to sell it.

Since you can't sell it at a high price, you have to at least get your money back.

"Wait a minute." Just after Lin Ran turned around and walked a few steps, the boss called him from behind: "Little brother, let's be honest, I got this thing from the countryside for ten yuan, 15 yuan I’ll sell it to you for the money! I’ll earn a commission for running errands!”

"15 yuan?" Lin Ran frowned, "You are robbing money. There are a lot of broken inkstones like this in stationery stores. How could you spend ten yuan to buy them?"

He felt that the boss was telling the truth, but he was too ignorant. An inkstone of this quality cost two or three yuan.

It wasn't that Lin Ran couldn't afford it, he was indeed somewhat interested in the inkstone.

He was very sure that there was another mystery inside the inkstone.

But he didn't dare to guarantee that the items inside were worth more than 15 yuan.

He didn't care about the money, but since he decided to pick up the leaks, his goal was still to make money, and he couldn't do a loss-making business.

After saying that, he turned around again and prepared to leave.

The boss seemed even more anxious and shouted from behind: "Okay, little brother, I'll just make you a friend." He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll make one yuan and sell it to you for 11 yuan!"

His words were extremely sincere, and it seemed that this inkstone had really troubled him for a long time.

After hearing what the boss said, Lin Ran turned around and walked back. He took out 11 yuan directly from his clothes and handed it to the boss: "Okay, I happen to be short of an inkstone like this, so just think of it as a good deed."

The boss finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took the money from his hand and put it into his underwear pocket as if he was afraid that Lin Ran would regret it.

Then he laughed: "Little brother, money is not important in antique trading, what is important is fate."

After taking the money, the boss quickly packed the inkstone and handed it to Lin Ran, along with a card.

Lin Ran picked up the card and looked at it. It read "Liuyunbao City Appraisal Certificate: Craft Grade."

It seems that Liuyunbao City is indeed quite standardized, and even the items of small vendors will be appraised.

The craft level is obviously an item lower than the literary level.

After taking the inkstone, a smile appeared on Lin Ran's face: "You're right, let's just make a friend today."

He took the inkstone and left. The boss behind him breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Who would spend 11 yuan to buy this crap? I only spent [-] yuan."

He proudly said to Lin Ran's back, because Lin Ran's last smile was a provocation to him. Only those who successfully picked up the leak would smile like this.

He didn't get them from the raw cave at all. In fact, they were random rags collected in the countryside. He heard that selling them as handicrafts would lead to a lot of scammers, so he came to try his luck.

Unexpectedly, a month has passed and less than ten items have been sold.

In the boss's stall just now, except for the slightly special inkstone, the others were all handicrafts from the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China and were not valuable at all.

After buying the inkstone, Lin Ran did not continue to hang out.

Instead, he found a stone bench for tourists to rest on and sat down.

He unpacked the box of the inkstone, placed it on the stool, and dug into the skin again. Sure enough, it was soft.

He came to a nearby store. In Liuyunbao City, there were only handicraft stores and no convenience stores.

When Lin Ran walked into the store, a waiter came over.

"Little brother, are you here to buy something or to sell something?" he asked enthusiastically.

"No." Lin Ran smiled and said, "I would like to ask, do you have any razors to borrow here?"

"Razor?" This was the first time the waiter heard such a strange request. He was a little embarrassed and looked at the shopkeeper behind him.

The shopkeeper of this shop is a gray-haired old man.

Hearing the boy's request for help, he came over and looked at Lin Ran with a smile: "Little brother, you came to our Yiranzhai and neither sold nor bought anything, but borrowed tools?"

"Yes." Lin Ran nodded, "I picked up a cultural relic in the free trade market and wanted to find out."

"Cultural relics? Can I borrow them to take a look at?" The shopkeeper suddenly became interested.

Lin Ran felt calm and took out the inkstone directly.

The shopkeeper and the waiter frowned at the same time when they saw the inkstone.

"Little brother, can you lend me this inkstone?" The shopkeeper felt that the young man in front of him was not making fun of himself.

"Of course." Lin Ran still had something to ask for, so he readily agreed.

The shopkeeper took the inkstone, looked at it carefully, sighed, and said: "Little brother, you probably deceived the people in the free trade market ten times. This is just an ordinary inkstone. Although it is a bit old, it has no collection value." Lack of it. You can’t sell this kind of thing for money.”

He returned the inkstone to Lin Ran.

The shopkeeper was enough to give Lin Ran face. In fact, in his eyes, this inkstone was cultural garbage. It should have been ground out of asphalt by some unlearned and humble boy in ancient times.

The outer coating makes it look extremely cheap.

No collector would buy this kind of thing, that is, only a layman like Lin Ran would buy it.

Even if they are dated, not all items can be called antiques.

Lin Ran was not unhappy when he heard this, but smiled and said: "Old sir, can you lend me the razor now?"

"Give it to him." The shopkeeper turned around and left with his hands behind his back, while the waiter also handed the razor to Lin Ran with an impatient expression.

"Don't break it for us." The guy also said.

After Lin Ran took the razor, he didn't sit idle. He found a seat and started shaving gently.

It felt like he was scraping away the layers on the surface of the lottery ticket with a knife, waiting for the numbers to appear inside.

With his unremitting efforts, he finally scraped off a piece of the black substance on the surface.

The yellow part inside is exposed.

Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with it!

Seeing the yellow substance, Lin Ran felt happy and moved faster.

I just returned to the display cabinet in front of the counter. Because there was no business now, my eyes stayed on Lin Ran's hands.

He also noticed the yellow part inside from a distance, and was suddenly surprised. He quickly walked over and looked carefully behind Lin Ran.

The reason why he paid attention was because Lin Ran's craftsmanship was not like that of an amateur. He knew very well how to avoid damaging the internal structure of the inkstone.

Lin Ran was concentrating on scraping the coating and didn't notice the shopkeeper.

Finally, he scraped off all the coating, exposing an edge.

With dark yellow edges, this is definitely not an inkstone made of ordinary asphalt.

"This is..." The shopkeeper couldn't help but say something.

Lin Ran came to his senses and found the shopkeeper standing behind him.

"Little brother, can you lend me the inkstone again?" He opened his mouth in surprise, because the exposed part of the inkstone looked unusual.