For the next two days, Annie kept quiet and didn't try to bump into the third brother. Mainly, she didn't want to humiliate herself. Li Xing'an was even more shrewish than a shrew. She wanted to look around. The capital was so big and had such a rich cultural heritage. There were many people with good things in the city. She had heard that many people had found great bargains in the capital in the past.

If there was nothing that caught their eye, they would resort to their last resort, not afraid that Li Laosan wouldn't hand over the goods.

Annie started browsing some antique streets in Beijing. She spent two days there, and everything she saw was fake, designed to fool those who didn't know any better.

Annie had seen many fine things; her grandfather had a large collection and had taught them about antiques since she was a child. So she considered herself knowledgeable and unlikely to be fooled.

She wandered around the antique street but still couldn't find anything of real value. She sighed inwardly; it was too difficult to find anything good here, as she was unfamiliar with the area.

Just as she was about to leave, three men hurried past her.

"Is it really Tang Sancai?"

"My eyes are as sharp as Sun Wukong's fiery eyes, there's no mistaking it. That old man is still squatting under the tree roots. Let's work together, brothers. If we can snag this amazing find, we'll be set for life."

"Hurry up, stop talking nonsense, or those old hands will target you."

The group of people were speaking in hushed tones as they walked, and Annie overheard them as they passed by.

Annie turned around and looked at the backs of the group. Seeing that they hadn't quite made it, she quickly followed.

Behind the antique street, a row of large, lush trees stood with several stone benches for people to rest. An old man in his fifties or sixties was smoking a pipe, with a clay basket in front of him covered with thick straw.

The men separated, and one of them walked toward the old man.

"Uncle, I really want to buy it, why are you walking so fast?" the man said with a smile.

The old man snorted, "Don't think I don't know anything. This is a good thing. You think you can buy it for a few thousand dollars? Why don't you just rob someone?"

“Uncle, that’s modern porcelain, not an antique. I’ll give you eight thousand, that’s not too low.” The man squatted down in front of the earthen basket and tried to open the straw.

The old man slapped the man's hand with his pipe and said, "I'm not selling to you, don't touch my things."

"Oh, sir, look at your temper. How about I give you an extra two thousand, ten thousand, okay?" the man said with a grin.

"You think you can buy my family heirloom for ten thousand? You won't even get a million!" The old man's face was long and he didn't want to talk to the man.

"Old man, what are you selling?" another person who came with us asked.

Old man: "Good stuff, it just depends on whether you know its value."

"Uncle, this is the one I saw first. We're negotiating the price, you can't break the rules," the first man said anxiously.

"Get out of my way! You think I'm stupid for trying to take advantage of me?" the old man glared at him.

The second man said, "What kind of society is this? Still trying to find bargains? Sir, let me check something."

The old man pushed the first man aside, opened the straw, and Annie took the opportunity to join him. The third man also came over.

There are two things in the earthen basket.

One piece is a colorful horse, with yellow, green and brown colors blended together. The horse's mane is flying, its muscles are clearly defined, and its front hooves are raised, as if it is about to gallop and fly away at any moment. The glaze is shiny and blends with nature, giving a feeling of antiquity and light and shadow intertwined.