We finally arrived at our destination.
The two of them began to stroll leisurely.
Tianjiayuan is a flea market, and the street in the very center is known as the Antique Street.
Not only are there all kinds of antique-style shops, but also various small vendors selling their wares.
Upon entering, it felt like stepping back into the Republic of China era or even earlier.
The architecture and culture here are completely out of step with the modern world.
Along the way, the two encountered some foreigners in suits, some of whom were taking pictures with their cameras.
Liu Yihang brought the treasure-hunting mouse over today. He hadn't really used it much since he got it, so today was a good opportunity to see what it was capable of.
Liu Yihang knew the system's nature very well. The recent sign-in rewards hadn't been anything good. He had deliberately saved his sign-in opportunity for today until now, hoping to see what useful things he could get.
really.
"Congratulations, host, for checking in at the antique street and gaining the right to use X-ray vision for one day."
X-ray vision? What's the use of that? Even with X-ray vision, you can't tell if an object is real or fake!
Oh well, at least I still have a treasure-hunting mouse to use.
He secretly released the treasure-hunting mouse, a little mouse that only he could see; no one else could.
The treasure-hunting mouse scurried across the road, sniffing around for a while, before finally stopping at a small stall.
Liu Yihang quickly took Yunyin there.
This is a stall selling calligraphy and paintings. The owner warmly asks, "Young man, are you buying any paintings? These are all good stuff, take a look?"
Liu Yihang, unaware of the rules of the trade, directly took the painting and calligraphy that the treasure-hunting rat had its eye on from the shelf and held it in his hand. He was clearly a naive young man, and he was accompanied by a pretty girl, who looked like his girlfriend.
Men are generally more reserved and willing to spend money in front of women.
The boss smiled even more broadly; he was making money again.
"Oh my goodness, young man, you have a good eye! This painting is Tang Yin's 'Watching the Spring and Listening to the Wind.' It's fate that we two have met today. I'll give you the lowest price: five thousand yuan!"
Yunyin pouted. Calligraphy and painting are inseparable, and she knew a bit about these things. These paintings displayed here were obviously fakes, worthless items, yet they wanted to sell them for five thousand yuan.
If it were truly an authentic work by Tang Yin (Tang Bohu), she would take it for 50,000 yuan, but unfortunately, that's impossible.
Liu Yihang didn't speak, but looked at the scroll in his hand with a serious expression.
Even a layman like him could tell that the painting was obviously brand new, full of flaws, and at most only a few decades old.
But why would the treasure-hunting mouse take a liking to it? And why would it emit such a dazzling red light, indicating that the painting is extremely valuable?
Liu Yihang suddenly remembered a story he had seen in his previous life, about a person who bought a fake painting, only to find that it was a painting within a painting, from which a famous painting was revealed. Could this painting be the same?
He examined the scroll discreetly; it was indeed mounted a bit more crudely than other paintings. There was something to it.
Seeing him carefully examining a fake painting, Yunyin was afraid he would be cheated, so she quickly tugged at his sleeve and whispered in his ear, "Yihang, let's go. There are better ones ahead. These paintings are all fake."
Liu Yihang told her to calm down, and looked up at the shop owner, saying, "Boss, if you had genuine Tang Yin paintings, you wouldn't need to sell them on the street."
"Give me a fair price. We're students, and our teacher assigned us homework to copy famous paintings. I think your painting is usable. If the price is right, I'll take it with me."
The boss chuckled sheepishly. Well, he wasn't a naive newbie; he wouldn't be fooled.
"Hey, we're all just trying to make a living. Since you really want it, give me a thousand dollars and you can take it."
Liu Yihang smiled without saying a word.
The shopkeeper hurriedly said, "Although this painting isn't an original, I got it by trading an old house for it. It cost me several hundred yuan! I'll give it to you for eight hundred, that's the lowest I can go."
It was indeed found while searching for old houses; I didn't spend a penny on it, it was just a bonus when buying other items.
"I'm just a poor student, I bought this to finish my homework. Since the owner isn't really willing to sell, let's just forget about it." Liu Yihang recalled Lin Guihua's bargaining style and pulled Yunyin along, pretending to leave as well.
Seeing that he was really leaving, the shopkeeper hardened his heart. A hundred yuan is still money. He hadn't even made a sale yet. Anyway, he got the painting for free. It would be good if he could earn a hundred yuan.
He quickly called out, "Young man, come back, come back! How about I give you a hundred yuan? I've already lost a lot of money. If you like it, come back next time! And this girl, would you like to buy one too?"
Yunyin shook her head; she didn't care for anything on this stall.
Although she didn't know why Liu Yihang insisted on buying the painting, since it was only a hundred yuan and not too expensive, she decided to let him buy it for fun!
The shop owner took the money, put it away happily, and said goodbye.
Liu Yihang held the painting in his hands and examined it like a precious treasure.
The two followed the treasure-hunting rat forward. Although Yunyin was puzzled, she did not ask any further questions.
The treasure-hunting mouse sniffed its way along and stopped at a small stall selling all sorts of toys. The stall sold a wide variety of things.
The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a kind and honest appearance.
"What would you like to buy? Feel free to look around. These are all things I personally collected from the countryside; they're all old items."
Yunyin rubbed her nose. The man was indeed telling the truth. These things were all old items, such as the pickle jar that still smelled of sauerkraut and the whetstone. They were probably brought back from the countryside, but whether they were valuable or not was another matter.
Liu Yihang watched as the treasure-hunting rat plopped down in a small bowl, looking extremely comfortable, and its body emitted a dazzling red light.
This suggests that this little bowl may be another treasure.
This small bowl looks very small, probably only the size of Yunyin's palm, and it is covered with dirt and moss.
The owner probably wanted it to look old and sell better, so he didn't even clean it and just left it there openly.
Seeing Liu Yihang staring at the small bowl, the shopkeeper explained, "I brought this back from an old lady's house when I was collecting antiques in the countryside. Her family was a scholarly family, and I collected many good things from her."
This is her cat's bowl; it might be a good one, so I bought it for thirty yuan. If you like it, you can take it for one hundred yuan.
Actually, the owner didn't think the bowl was anything special; he just wanted to win customers through sheer volume.
Liu Yihang thought he was an honest person who earned his money through hard work, so he didn't haggle and just took out 100 yuan and handed it to him.
The shop owner even found a plastic bag to help him put the small bowl in.
Liu Yihang hugged the two items with great joy, even letting go of Yunyin's hand.
Yunyin was a little confused. Neither of these two items were treasures, but Liu Yihang's attitude made it seem as if they were some extraordinary treasures, treating them with extreme care.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
