I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Wei Miao was not panicked, and was even a little happy that he guessed right.

This man was not tall, with a fair face and no beard. If you looked closely, you could see that he had no Adam's apple. In this era, only people like him could come from the palace.

"Min, San." Imitated in the third year of the Republic of China.

When the stall owner heard what Wei Miao said, the gloom on his face instantly disappeared and he forced a smile:

"The old man's eyes were wrong."

Wei Miao remained silent. In front of such a person, it was useless to put on airs or act in a pretentious manner.

Although they were eunuchs of a declining dynasty, the people they served were once the most noble people in the world.

They have never seen any rules or accents.

"Since you have figured it out, why do you still want to buy it?" the stall owner asked with interest.

Wei Miao caught a glimpse of several people walking towards him from a distance, and a very sincere smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"I do want to make a deal with you..."

Before she finished speaking, the stall owner followed her gaze and saw a young man in his twenties walking towards them with two men.

People on both sides made way for him.

"This bottle is five dollars. I want it."

The young man squatted down, looked at the bottle carefully for a while, suppressed the joy in his eyes, threw down five French francs, and was about to leave with the plum bottle in his arms.

The stall owner raised his eyelids, glanced at the young man, and said lazily:

"I won't sell it for less than $10,000."

The street vendors nearby don't have much business. They are different from the shops opposite. If they set up street vendors, they have to be prepared to not open for business for three years, and then make a living for three years after opening.

When people see something lively going on, they naturally stretch their necks to look. People who come to visit the antique street, when they see people gathering together, also crowd together, hoping that they can witness a legend with their own eyes.

Seeing so many people, the handsome young man seemed very happy. He said cynically:

"You want to sell this fake thing for 10,000 US dollars, old man, are you crazy because of poverty?"

The stall owner first glanced at Wei Miao who was watching the show on the side. He didn't mind the young man's rudeness at all, but said calmly:

"It's only 10,000 US dollars. If you want to buy it, then buy it. If not, you can treat me?"

The young man was obviously choked, but due to his so-called upper-class upbringing, he did not act like a spoiled brat.

"Five French francs. Any more would be an insult to my taste." He said confidently.

The stall owner didn't even raise his eyelids, and just said in authentic Peking dialect:

"Have a nice trip."

Lu Pingsheng's face was blue and red for a while, and his eyes were wandering.

Seeing this, the lackey next to him rolled up his sleeves, pointed at the old man and shouted:

"Don't be so stubborn, you old idiot. Do you know who our young master is? He is the nephew of Mr. Lu Yuanwen and the antique expert of Yuanqinzhai. How could he be wrong?"

The white-bearded stall owner looked up after hearing this, squinted his eyes for a while, and was about to speak when Wei Miao said to the young master in English:

"The rules of the antique business are first come first served. I was the first one to see the item. Master Lu, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while."

She spoke authentic foreign English. Not to mention the expressions of the onlookers, even Mr. Lu, who had just returned from studying abroad, was shocked.

He looked closely at the little kid who was only as tall as his waist, and then saw that he was wearing washed-out clothes, and his expression became even more uncertain.

When the stall owner saw Wei Miao speaking, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and stood by and watched the two strange people, one big and one small, who appeared today.

The little one is obviously a child from a poor family, but his words and actions make people feel that he is hard to understand and touch.

The older one, although obviously a fool, looked confident. He could see that the boy knew nothing about antiques, but he was determined to get the bottle.

This Young Master Lu might not know as much as the kid in front of him, but he also has the same attitude towards this bottle.

In all the years he had served his master, this was the first time he had met two people like this.

The autumn sun was high in the sky and he had nothing to do, so he decided to see what they wanted to do.

The stall owner narrowed his eyes and said in a shrill voice:

"That's exactly the reason. This young man and I have been discussing this for a long time. According to the rules of this industry, Master Lu, you have to wait. If we fail in the negotiation, you can take action."

Lu Pingsheng looked at the old stall owner with some doubt and wonder, feeling that Shanghai was indeed full of hidden talents. The young man in plain clothes spoke fluent foreign language, and the old man at the stall could understand him very well.

"You are an old bastard and a young punk, you are looking for death!" The two subordinates were obviously unhappy, baring their teeth and ready to attack.

The old stall owner ignored their shouting and said to Master Lu calmly:

"Lu Yuanwen and I have some friendship. If he knew that the rules he set were broken by a nephew, I wonder if there would be family discipline?"

Hearing the stall owner calling his uncle by his name, Master Lu glared at his two men and scolded them unhappily:

"You disgrace, get out of here!"

The two men immediately retracted their claws and fangs, lowered their heads and obediently stepped back, standing aside, like dogs being scolded by their master.

The people watching the excitement nearby sighed.

"Boy, how much are you willing to pay?" Young Master Lu looked at Wei Miao and asked her in English.

Wei Miao smiled, dimples on the corners of her mouth faintly visible, and said in her local dialect: "Twenty thousand dollars."

Everyone around gasped, and all their eyes fell on the blue and white porcelain plum vase on the stall.

The stall owner stared at Wei Miao with a feminine look, but could not see anything else from her little face.

He looked at Master Lu, whose expression was uncertain, raised his eyelids lazily, and prepared to speak.

"Wait a minute!"

The stall owner had not yet uttered the word "deal" when he was interrupted by this noble young man.

Lu Pingsheng knew the rules. If the stall owner agreed, according to the rules he could no longer think of stealing the bottle, at least not openly.

But he had only heard one story in his previous life, so why did it change so much when it came to him?

Others buy a fake blue and white porcelain vase for ten French francs and resell it for two hundred and fifty thousand U.S. dollars.

Why doesn't it work for him?

Is it because he didn't give ten francs directly?

Lu Pingsheng was a little annoyed.

Now everyone was staring at Lu Pingsheng, waiting for his follow-up. Even if he was thick-skinned, he felt a little embarrassed at this moment.

But when he thought about the fact that the bottle, which was said to have been bought for only ten francs, would now cost him twenty thousand dollars, or even more, his heart began to bleed.

Today, the U.S. dollar and gold are both hard currencies. One U.S. dollar can be exchanged for two and a half French francs.

In other words, what originally cost ten francs now requires nearly fifty thousand francs to resolve.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it away." Wei Miao seemed not to notice the confusion on his face and continued to ask in foreign language.

Lu Pingsheng stared at the delicate-looking child in front of him and blurted out:

"Palace Yuye Liquor?"

Wei Miao looked at the handsome man in front of her blankly, and the people around her also looked puzzled.

Lu Pingsheng continued: "I love you walking alone in the dark alley!"

Wei Miao ignored her and bent down to pick up the bottle.

Lu Pingsheng shouted, "Heavenly King Covering Earth Tiger, I'll pay 25,000!"