Yun Xi smiled "giggled" and said, "Just, don't mind. Take you to an interesting place."

Yun Xi took a taxi and drove for more than twenty minutes. He arrived at a pedestrian street. There were many tourists on the street and there were stalls on both sides of the street.

Wu Dong asked in surprise: "It's this?"

Yun Xi walked in front and said, "The most famous thing in the provincial capital is the street culture. Don't you want to try your luck again? Last time, you were lucky."

Wu Dong was moved, and he followed Yun Xi and walked quickly to the street.

"This street is the most famous antique street in the provincial capital. Although there are many fakes, some people sell their collections here. If you are lucky, you can find a vacant."

Wu Dong looked around and found that there were several guests standing in front of each stall. They were holding small flashlights and carefully observing the things in their hands.

In the corner of the street, there was a middle-aged man from the countryside. He squatted on the ground, smoking cigarettes one after another. In front of him was a blue cloth sheet, filled with porcelain pieces, both large and small, and different in colors.

He glanced at Yun Xi and asked, "Yun Xi, why are there anyone selling broken porcelain?"

Yun Xi glanced at it and smiled and said, "Even good things are broken, they have collection value. Don't underestimate these porcelain pieces. Some precious ones cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan. Some people make porcelain pieces into handicrafts, such as pendants, necklaces, and rings."

Wu Dong became interested, so he walked to the stall and observed carefully.

The middle-aged man squatting looked at him, said nothing, and continued to smoke.

After a closer look, Wu Dong found that there were seven or eight hundred pieces of these broken porcelain pieces, and more than one hundred of them all emitted the same breath.

This kind of atmosphere is gorgeous, and it is very bookish, making people feel very comfortable.

He pinched a piece of porcelain that exuded this breath and found that it had fine cracks on its surface of the cicada wing pattern. Its color was unique, changing with the light, bright but not dazzling, and it looked like jade but not jade.

He felt that the porcelain piece looked very comfortable, so he smiled and asked, "Boss, I don't understand, what dynasty is this porcelain piece from?"

The middle-aged man looked down and said, "Look at it. The one dug out of the ground and placed it in a large porcelain jar. I have beaten someone and saw it. It is a good thing."

Wu Dong knew that this fellow villager was afraid he didn't know antiques, so he asked, "Then how do you sell it?"

"Three hundred and one pound." The middle-aged man said immediately, and then added, "It's all cheap."

Wu Dong nodded: "I can't ask for so many, I'll just pick a few."

As he said that, he selected more than 100 pieces of porcelain with the same breath and wrapped them in cloth.

When choosing porcelain pieces, he made an unexpected discovery that when he looked through something, the image of that thing would be firmly imprinted in his mind and could not be forgotten.

When he selected more than a hundred pieces of porcelain, some of these pieces were combined into a complete instrument in his mind. It was a long-necked bottle, which looked very good.

"Is it a complete piece that broke?" he thought.

A total of 179 pieces of porcelain were weighing 28 kilograms and seven taels. In the end, he gave his fellow villager 8,600 yuan. He didn't carry so much cash on his body and transferred money on his mobile phone.

Yun Xi was picking things from the stall opposite. When she saw Wu Dong carrying a pack of porcelain pieces, she pursed her lips and said, "No way. Did you really buy it?"

Wu Dong grinned: "I look pretty good, maybe I can spell out a complete thing."

"Okay, I hope you succeed." Yun Xi shook his head, disagreed with his words.

Afterwards, they visited several more stalls, but they didn't notice it. When they were about to reach the end of the street, they came to a stall selling paintings.

There are dozens of ancient paintings on the table, and the boss claims that these are all authentic works of celebrities.

Wu Dong swept over one by one and finally found a painting at the corner. Although he didn't open it, he felt that there was a prosperous atmosphere on it, which had something in common with the last decadent decay of the Xuantong silver coins.

He picked up the painting and slowly unfolded it. He saw a rooster on it. He didn't know much about painting, but he just felt that the big rooster was quite similar.

Yun Xi turned his head and looked at it immediately, "Don't read it anymore, the painting work is too rough, it must be a work of a craftsman."

The boss was unhappy when he heard this. He said, "Little girl, I can't understand, but please don't talk nonsense!"

Wu Dong smiled and asked, "Boss, how much does this painting cost?"

The boss glanced at him: "If you want it, eight hundred will be fine. I sold one thousand before."

Wu Dong knew that this painting was not ordinary, so he immediately started to sell the price: "Boss, I really like this big rooster, let's do it, I want it for two hundred."

The boss looked heartbroken: "Young man, I will lose to death by 200 yuan. Why not do this? I will give you 300 yuan."

As soon as Wu Dong insisted, he took out three hundred yuan and bought the nameless painting with a big rooster.

Seeing that Wu Dong didn't listen to advice, Yun Xi sighed softly. After leaving the stall, she immediately said, "Wu Dong, three hundred yuan is not much, but have you heard what I said? This is a craftsman painting. Do you believe it if you sell it for five yuan in the wholesale market?"

Wu Dong still smiled: "I believe! But the beauty Yun. I will ask your grandfather to help me see this painting. I always feel that it is not simple."

Yun Xi rolled her eyes helplessly: "Okay, but then my grandfather scolded you for being blind, don't blame me."

After leaving the park, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. Wu Dong sent Yun Xi home. The place where Yun Xi lived was a luxury residential area, and Wu Dong didn't go in. He waved goodbye at the door. When he left, he handed over the ancient coins and paintings to Yun Xi. As for the porcelain pieces, because they were too bulky, he temporarily carried them with him.

He thought about the ancient coins and paintings, so he stayed in a nearby hotel.

The next morning, he was woken up by a ringing phone. When he looked at his cell phone, it showed that it was Yun Xi.

He answered the phone and said with a smile: "Yun Xi, it's so early."

"It's still early, it's already nine-thirty." Yun Xi's voice was still so pleasant, "I'll go find my grandfather to identify silver coins. Are you here?"

Wu Dong thought about it and felt it was not good to disturb others, so he said, "I won't go anymore. I'll be bothering you to tell me the result later."

"Okay. Wait for my good news."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Dong took a shower, and then went to the brand store downstairs to buy himself a decent set of clothes. Before that, in order to save money, he never wore clothes for Zhou Meizhu.

Now, he suddenly thought about it. Only when spending money is money, otherwise it would be a piece of waste paper. So he spent more than 3,000 yuan, and replaced it with new ones inside and outside.

As the saying goes: People rely on clothes, while Buddha relies on gold.

Wu Dong was 1.78 meters tall and was 1.8 meters tall in his shoes. He was not particularly handsome, but he also had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and had a very masculine spirit. Now that he changed into a new dress, he immediately became much more energetic.

As soon as he walked out of the store, Yun Xi called again.

"Hey, Wu Dong, are you nearby?"

Wu Dong's heart was shocked. Could it be that there was a result? He said: "Here."

"Congratulations. Look at grandpa, your silver coin is 80% real." She smiled, "You'd better come here in person."
Chapter completed!