Leisurely mountain village

"Come back, little boss, come back. Let's talk business. Why are you leaving if we're not going to talk? 500." The boss nodded, but in his heart he was thinking, "Not bad, I made 490. Not bad."

Ye Huan smiled, squatted down, scanned the QR code for 500, and noted that she was buying what appeared to be an antique chicken cup.

Then he picked up the small cup, tossed it twice, and left. When he tossed it, the cup had already been switched. Fortunately, after he brought back the antique from his space, he only sorted it and didn't clean it, so the cups that looked the same were also gray and dirty.

He just held it in his hand and continued to look at other stalls. For more than half an hour, no one stopped him, and Ye Huan began to doubt his own method.

Ye Huan found another item that was similar to a pen holder in his space. He talked to the shopkeeper for five minutes and bought it for 300 yuan, then exchanged it for another one.

Since no one stopped him, Ye Huan decided to browse through the large shops. He then headed towards the tallest and largest shop he was looking for, called Jubaozhai.

Just as Ye Huan stepped through the door, three old men came out. As they passed each other, one of the old men suddenly turned around and called out, "Young friend, please wait."

Ye Huan was taken aback, then smiled slightly. "You've come," he said, turning around and smiling at the old man. "Gentlemen, did you call me?"

"Could you show what you're holding to the old man?"

"Why not? It's a replica, I just bought it." Ye Huan casually handed the item to the old man.

The old man didn't answer, but led Ye Huan to a room on the second floor, where another old man was.

After inquiring about the situation, Ye Huan placed the cup and pen holder on the table, and the elderly men began to examine them one by one before taking action.

Ye Huan ignored them and looked around at the decorations inside the room.

The decor is antique, with Chinese-style tables, chairs and tea sets. On the wall hang framed ancient paintings, some real and some fake, one a landscape painting and the other a portrait of a lady.

easy to understand.

"The brush holder is genuine, a Qing Dynasty Kangxi period polychrome brush holder with a poem on gazing at the moon. It's a pity about this cup. Although it is also an antique, it is not from the Chenghua period, but a Qing Dynasty Kangxi and Yongzheng period official kiln imitation. Although it is worth a lot of money, it is still very different from the genuine Ming Dynasty Chenghua doucai chicken cup."

Several elderly men finished reading and expressed their regret.

Ye Huan understood; they were both from the Kangxi era, one an authentic piece and the other a replica from the Ming Dynasty.

"Young friend, are you planning to sell these two items?" the shopkeeper asked.

"Are you saying that the things I bought for 800 yuan are all genuine? How is that possible?" Ye Huan asked, feigning surprise.

"I can only say that you're incredibly lucky, young friend. These days, it's practically impossible to find a genuine item in Panjiayuan, yet you bought two at once? Have you studied it?"

"No, I don't know anything about it. I just bought it because it looked nice and pleasing to the eye," Ye Huan said.

"Your luck is amazing," several old men said enviously.

"I'll offer 350 million for this pen holder and 800 million for this chicken cup. What do you think, young friend?" said the owner of Jubaozhai, an elderly man in his sixties.

"I sold the pen holder, and I'll take the cup back to Grandpa as a gift." Ye Huan didn't know if the chicken cup was real or fake; she couldn't just sell it because you said so.

As for the brush holder, he just found it online. There was a similar brush holder from the Kangxi period that sold for 360 million, so he sold the brush holder.

Who were these old men? They exchanged a smile and said, "Alright, let's trade the pen holder then. If your grandfather doesn't like this cup, we'll take it too."

"Okay." Ye Huan nodded. If necessary, he would go to Dugu Jingguo later and ask him to arrange for someone to appraise it. Anyway, he now had "witnesses" to see his things.

After signing a transaction contract, Ye Huan received 350 million yuan, then took the chicken cup and said goodbye.

"Good luck, meticulous, haha, good lad," the shopkeeper laughed.

(Because of the need, Ye Huan voluntarily declared his taxes, paid 20% tax, and received 280 million. From now on, he will pay taxes on all such transactions.)

Although Ye Huan wasn't about to stop after losing several million, seeing that it was getting late, he decided to find a place to sleep first. He used navigation to find the five-star hotel he had stayed at last time he came to Beijing.

Park the car, check into the room, and then check in.

Just as I put my things down, the phone rang. "You've come to the capital?" It was Dugu Jingguo's voice.

"You guys are really something! I only arrived this afternoon," Ye Huan said with a smile.

"Every phone has GPS tracking, want to play?"

"I guess so. I found two treasures and sold one." Ye Huan was going to ask Old Master Du for help later, so he said it on purpose.

"You shopped on Taobao? And you didn't get ripped off?" Dugu was quite surprised.

"Who knows? One shop owner said it was true, and I'm still completely baffled," Ye Huan said.

Then he recounted what had happened, and Dugu said speechlessly, "You wait, I'll bring someone tonight to show you that cup."

"That would be great," Ye Huan said with a smile. "Can you arrange for me to shoot tomorrow?"

“Anytime. Why don’t you pack your things now and I’ll send someone to pick you up? Come over here,” Dugu said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Ye Huan thought about it and agreed.

Ye Huan waited for about half an hour before his phone rang. He answered it, went downstairs, and saw an ordinary Passat sedan at the hotel entrance. After confirming its location, Ye Huan got in the car, and it sped away.

About forty minutes later, Ye Huan met Dugu Jingguo and several other people he had never met before in the basement of an ordinary white building.

“Since you’re here, I won’t introduce you. Take out the cup and let me see it,” Dugu Jingguo said.

Ye Huan wasn't afraid. He handed over the cup and asked, "Is this a secret base? Can we shoot here?"

"Haha, that's great, go ahead and fight with confidence," Dugu Jingguo laughed.

“That’s right. The Ming Chenghua Chicken Cup, a replica made during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, is currently worth seven or eight million. Because it was made by the official kiln, the price is not low. If it were to be auctioned, the highest price would not exceed 1000 million,” the two old men said after examining it.

"Okay, thank you." Ye Huan nodded. As long as the other party hadn't lied to him, he didn't care anymore. He put the things away and followed Dugu Jingguo to a training ground.

It's already past seven o'clock, and there are still quite a few people training, including combat sports and the like.

"Give it a try?" Dugu Jingguo handed Ye Huan a loaded pistol at the shooting range.

Ye Huan took the gun, steadied it, then raised it, aimed at the target 30 meters away, and fired a rapid-fire round.

"Six rings, seven rings, nine rings, and the rest are all ten rings," said one of the target announcers.

"Is this your first time shooting a gun?" Dugu Jingguo asked.

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