A lucky cat fell from the sky.

Chapter 3 As long as the cat is happy.

On Saturday, Wu Cheng went to the antique street.

After depositing 100,000 yuan back into the online store to save his life, he realized that it's impossible to recoup your investment within a month in any business.

If you really want to do business, you not only need to break even in a short period of time, but you also need to make a large profit.

It is almost impossible.

Of course, there's always a way out. Wu Cheng thought of another path: system recycling.

With the cat paw cup as a precedent, Wu Cheng believes that system recycling is the right way to quickly obtain gold ingots.

Anyway, he has a lot of money on hand now, so he might as well stroll around the antique street and find something good.

Although Wu Cheng knew nothing about antiques, Jin Wanliang did.

Wu Cheng had read an article before about a king who wanted to make a pillow for his beloved cat. He invited skilled craftsmen to make it. Some used gold, and some used white jade, but neither satisfied the cat. Finally, someone made a pillow out of dried fish, and the cat slept on it every day.

Wu Cheng was inspired by this article. He felt that although he didn't understand it, as long as Jin Wanliang said something could be recycled, he would definitely buy it.

As long as you can get gold coins through recycling, you've made a profit.

Because it was the weekend, the antique street was crowded with people. There were old men fiddling with prayer beads, playing with walnuts, and middle-aged men in Tang suits waving paper fans, their eyes scanning each stall.

Wu Cheng knew that nine and a half out of ten of these people were folk antique experts.

To put it bluntly, they all think they have exceptional eyesight and want to come to this antique street to find bargains.

In reality, ninety out of a hundred items sold on the antique street are fakes, so those hoping to find a bargain almost always end up being fooled.

Wu Cheng tried each stall one by one, but for some reason, Jin Wanliang seemed to be in a low mood today. It's also possible that he had high standards, and these street vendor goods were clearly not to his liking.

Arriving at a stall selling Zisha teapots, Wu Cheng took a quick look.

The stall selling Zisha teapots was filled with all sorts of figurines, each with a different expression.

However, even Wu Cheng could tell at a glance that the items on this Zisha pottery stall were not antiques; some contained Ultraman figures, Huba characters, and Ikkyu-san characters.

Just as they were about to leave, Jin Wanliang spoke up: "What's that? I think it's so cute, meow."

"Cute? Which one is cute?" Wu Cheng asked hurriedly. "Which one can be exchanged for gold ingots, and how many gold ingots?"

Jin Wanliang said, "That fat guy with a big round head and a bell around his neck, and no fingers."

A big, round head? A fat man with bells hanging from his head and no fingers?

Wu Cheng's gaze swept across the purple clay teapots, and he finally realized what Jin Wanliang was talking about: a purple clay Doraemon.

this one?

Wu Cheng was a little confused.

You're a lucky cat, you've seen everything, so if you're going to find something, at least find me an antique or something, why did you find me something so modern?

How much is this worth?

Ultimately, however, what Wu Cheng wanted to buy wasn't antiques, but rather what Jin Wanliang desired.

"How many gold coins are you planning to buy back?" Wu Cheng asked.

"You're now a Black Iron member. The maximum number of gold coins you can recycle at one time is 10. I'll give you 10 gold coins, meow."

What? 10 gold coins?

Something that could be bought for a few hundred dollars is actually worth 10 gold coins?

These 10 gold coins are worth 10 yuan, which means Wu Cheng could live for 10 more days.

Wu Cheng was extremely excited and immediately asked the price. The shop owner was an honest man. Seeing that Wu Cheng liked the Doraemon so much, he sold it to Wu Cheng for a fixed price of six hundred yuan.

Six hundred yuan for ten gold coins? That's a great deal!

Holding the Doraemon in his hand, Wu Cheng asked Jin Wanliang, "Is there anything else you like? Pick them all out at once."

Jin Wanliang was also pleasantly surprised: "Really? I really do see a lot of cute things."

Jin Wanliang was happy, and Wu Cheng was naturally happy too.

Because as long as the cat is happy, the gold ingots will not be lacking.

Jin Wanliang said, "Actually, you can buy that set of Four Monkeys, but I don't recommend you redeem it, because the upper limit for Black Iron members is too low."

"The Four Monkeys? Which one is it?" Wu Cheng's gaze swept around and finally landed on the four little monkeys.

The four little monkeys are placed together, one covering its eyes, one covering its ears, one covering its mouth, and the other with its hands hanging down, looking adorable.

However, these four monkeys don't look very lifelike. In modern terms, they are a bit ugly-cute. They have many fingerprints on their bodies and are dry and not round at all. Wu Cheng thinks that this is because the craftsman's skills are not good enough.

"Why would you give yourself such a strange name, Four-No-Monkey?" Wu Cheng asked.

Jin Wanliang was a little dissatisfied with Wu Cheng's attitude and lectured him: "You have no culture at all, meow. Why don't you read more books? The Four-No Monkey is one that doesn't see, doesn't hear, doesn't speak, and doesn't move."

"It is actually the Confucian saying 'Do not look at what is improper, do not listen to what is improper, do not speak what is improper, do not do what is improper,' but making it into the shape of a little monkey represents the Buddhist concept of 'the restless mind,' the restless mind that is like a monkey."

"Only by taming your restless mind can you achieve enlightenment, understand, meow?"

Jin Wanliang's reprimand broadened Wu Cheng's horizons, and he sincerely said, "I've learned a lot, but are these four-legged monkeys very valuable?"

"Just ask the price. I think it's quite a good deal to buy them for fifty gold coins. If you want to recycle them, I can give you at least three hundred gold coins."

Three hundred gold coins? That's three million!

Are these four kinds of monkeys really that valuable?

Even if you buy it and don't sell it, you can still make a profit by redeeming it after your membership level increases by one level.

Suppressing his excitement, Wu Cheng looked at the stall owner and asked, "How much are these four mud monkeys?"

He knew it was a four-legged monkey, but he couldn't say that. Since Jin Wanliang had appraised it as a treasure, then it was undoubtedly real. At this point, pretending to be ignorant and asking the price would actually lull the stall owner into a false sense of security.

The stall owner looked at Wu Cheng but shook his head: "This is too expensive for you to afford."

Wu Cheng retorted, "Even if it's expensive, there has to be a price. Tell me, three thousand? Five thousand?"

Although Wu Cheng didn't have much money, he had a good business sense. By setting a psychological limit for the stall owners, even if they raised prices, they wouldn't raise them too much.

The stall owner glanced at Wu Cheng disdainfully, thinking to himself, "You're an amateur who treats Doraemon like an antique. No matter how much I cheat you, you'll still have to pay me back obediently."

However, he didn't dare to ask for more and said, "You think you can buy my Four Monkeys set for five thousand? Dream on. It's fifteen thousand, no bargaining."

Fifteen thousand? That's cheap.

Wu Cheng was overjoyed. He never expected that he could buy the three million monkeys for only fifteen thousand.

I'd always heard people talk about finding bargains, but I never imagined I'd find such a great deal on my first visit to the antique street.