Tomb raiding: Start with a proficiency panel

Ignoring the idle chatter between Yin Nanfeng and Sheng Sheng Man,

The scene shifts to Zhou Nanbei's side.

Zhou Nanbei used his appraisal skills as he walked, but unfortunately, he found they were all fakes.

Either it's worthless,

Anyway, Zhou Nanbei was somewhat speechless on the way, thinking to himself that his treatment shouldn't be like that of the protagonists in those treasure-hunting and bargain-hunting novels.

Is it going to be a case of missing something at every step?

Since they were all last week's stock, Zhou Nanbei decided to focus his attention on forces from the past and those similar to the Nine Gates.

That makes sense.

If he could come up with the idea of ​​finding a bargain, there's no reason why these other people couldn't. Another factor is the timing.

It is now 1996.

This point has been closed for quite some time since the reform and opening up, so there are naturally no omissions to be found.

He sighed inwardly.

But they didn't give up; instead, they continued to observe and learn as they went.

"Hey kid, come and have a look at Uncle's place."

The sound faded.

Zhou Nanbei came to his senses; there had been quite a few such sounds along the way.

Firstly, Zhou Nanbei is exquisitely beautiful, clearly a child raised in a wealthy family.

Secondly,

These people, having nothing better to do, wanted to tease Zhou Nanbei.

Zhou Nanbei originally didn't intend to pay any attention, but the appraisal skill suddenly gave him a little surprise.

Item: "Xianfeng Zhongbao" ten-cash mother coin

Value: 60000

Origin: Cast during the Xianfeng era, it changed hands several times before ending up in the possession of a villager named Gou Sanwa.

.........

Looking at the information panel in front of him, Zhou Nanbei's heart stirred.

Without leaving a trace

After glancing at the pile of copper coins, Zhou Nanbei had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

So Zhou Nan looked at that uncle.

He said, "Uncle, what are you showing me?"

He walked up to them as he spoke.

The uncle beamed: "Uncle has lots of treasures here!"

Take a look and see if there's anything you like.

Zhou Nanbei pretended not to know anything and innocently asked:

baby?

"Uncle, this is all junk, what kind of treasure is this?"

The uncle wasn't angry at all, and began to explain to Zhou Nanbei in a serious tone: "Uncle, this isn't junk."

This is an antique.

It's been passed down from many, many years ago.

Zhou Nanbei gave a simple, honest smile.

"Oh, is that so? Then, sir, are you giving this to me?"

The older man rolled his eyes at Zhou Nanbei, annoyed: "Go to hell!"

What are you dreaming about in broad daylight? You want money, so you should take it.

Zhou Nanbei did take a step back: "Then why did you call me?"

You think you can fool me with a pile of junk?

You really treat me like a child.

The middle-aged man chuckled, "Hey, how did I lie to you?"

I've already told you.

This is called an antique, you know what an antique is?

Zhou Nanbei pursed his lips, looked at the uncle, and said, "According to you..."

If something has been used for a long time, it becomes an antique. So, if I pick up a rock, you can also sell it for money?

"Uncle, will you accept it or not?"

The older man suddenly became interested in Zhou Nanbei; such a bold child was a rare sight.

He chuckled softly.

"Little friend, this antique isn't a stone."

Zhou Nanbei then pretended to be disdainful.

"You're lying. Didn't you just say that things from a very long time ago are valuable?"

The middle-aged man was speechless for a moment, but seeing the crowd of onlookers, he didn't lose his temper.

Instead, he said, "Anyway, it's not a stone."

Zhou Nanbei muttered under his breath, "Hmph, a lie is a lie."

The sound was soft.

But it's also just the right moment for the stall owner to hear: "Hey!"

You little brat, why don't you tell me?

Where did I lie?

The onlookers also joined in the commotion.

"Yeah yeah."

Tell me about it.

.........

Zhou Nanbei stepped forward: "Fine, I'll say it. You just said something was really old, and it's an antique."

The stone I mentioned, you mean how old or not?

The stall owner was speechless for a moment, while the onlookers watched with smiles on their faces.

The stall owner's face turned pale and then red.

This is truly like swallowing a bitter pill; you can't express your suffering. And that stone, let alone after so long...

He was pointing at a rock and saying...

No one would object to this thing being born in the Qin Dynasty.

At this moment, the stall owner noticed that Zhou Nanbei's gaze was fixed on the copper coins, so he immediately changed the subject.

"Little friend, would you like to take a look at these copper coins?"

These copper coins are valuable.

Zhou Nanbei chuckled inwardly. This was, of course, a deliberate act; once caught in a difficult situation, one naturally needs a way to gracefully exit.

This is not,

The stall owner was walking away, just as he had expected.

Zhou Nanbei stepped forward, pointed at the copper coin, and asked, "Uncle, what is this?"

Is it valuable or not?

The uncle squatted down and smiled slightly: "This is called a copper coin."

Uncle's stuff here is all top-quality.

"Of course it's valuable. Look at this copper coin from the Qianlong era; one of them is worth six hundred yuan."

Zhou Nanbei was speechless.

Do you really think of yourself as a child?

Damn, there are the most copper coins from the Qianlong period. If you just take one from me, I'll ask for six hundred.

They really dare to ask for such an exorbitant amount!

However, this was within Zhou Nanbei's expectations, and Zhou Nanbei gave an exaggerated "Yay!"

"Really?

"Uncle, is this for real?"

The stall owner's expression turned serious: "Of course it's real."

Zhou Nanbei Wuhu.

"Oh, that's great! Uncle, I have three boxes of copper coins at home."

Come home with me.

I'll sell them all to you.

He then tried to pull the stall owner away, while the onlookers burst into laughter.

The stall owner's face fell.

Looking at Zhou Nanbei, he couldn't help but say, "I've spent my whole life hunting eagles, but I never expected to get pecked in the eye by a little sparrow."

"You little brat, you're waiting for me here?"

Zhou Nanbei took a step back and gave a smug hum.

"Hmph, who told you to lie to children?"

If they were truly precious, would you just casually display a bunch of them? Are you kidding me?

You're clearly treating me like an idiot, just randomly picking a piece of junk from a pile of junk.

You want six hundred from me?

This is my allowance for the day.

As soon as he finished speaking, the laughter of the onlookers grew even louder.

They also kept teasing the stall owner.

"Brother, if you can't do it, go back and practice some more before coming back."

This is far too clumsy.

Even a child can't be fooled.

The stall owner, however, didn't care, because he was completely attracted by Zhou Nanbei's promise of six hundred yuan in pocket money a day.

Keep in mind that these days the average wage is less than 500 yuan, so 600 yuan is a lot for a stall owner.

Moreover, judging from Zhou Nanbei's words, it's not hard to tell that he comes from an extraordinary background; he's just deceiving him...

No, let's make six hundred yuan from him.

They wouldn't bother him; after all, six hundred yuan isn't much to them. Beijingers are all concerned with saving face, so they wouldn't hold a grudge against him.

Then we can also let this little brat's elders...

Give him a lesson.

The thought made him feel quite pleased, so with a slightly fawning smile, he looked at Zhou Nanbei and said, "Little friend,"

"Then come and take a look, what do you like?"

Zhou Nanbei knew his chance had come. He pretended to be a little adult, walked up to the stall, and looked at the stall owner to speak.

My grandfather said, "When dealing with people, one should be forgiving."

You want to scam me out of my money, that's fine.

"After all, it's your skill to fool people, but you treat me like a fool, so I wanted to teach you a lesson."

As she spoke, she pretended to take out money from her pocket that Sheng Shengman had prepared beforehand, but in reality, she took out a thousand yuan from her spatial storage.

After taking it out,

He clapped his hands and said, "Consider this thousand yuan as me supporting your business."

There's nothing about this that I find appealing.

Just pack up this pile of junk; consider it money I spent on it.