When the old lady saw the tall man coming over again, she knew that business had come.
"Young man, what would you like to buy?"
The tall man was a little nervous. He glanced at the abacus beads a few times but still couldn't figure it out. So he simply closed his eyes and pointed directly at the abacus on her stall, asking, "How much is this abacus?"
When the old lady saw them return, she naturally shouted loudly, "This is a good thing! I got it from the home of a landlord's descendant. I heard it was passed down from his ancestors."
I made 500 yuan from the harvest, and sold it to you for 600 yuan. I need to make some money to cover my losses, right?
Actually, this was half true and half false. She did receive it from the home of a landlord's descendant, but it wasn't for 500 yuan; it was only worth 10 yuan.
They've now sold it for sixty times the original price.
The tall woman tried hard to bargain: "Grandma, it's too expensive, can you lower the price? I'm still a student."
The old lady glanced at him and pretended to be heartbroken, saying, "Seeing that you're a student, even if you give me a discount, it's still 510 yuan. You have to let me earn at least 10 yuan of my hard-earned money. I carried it all the way from the village."
Upon hearing this, the tall man agreed that it made sense and, not wanting to say anything more, took out five hundred and ten yuan and paid.
While the old lady was assembling the abacus for the tall man, the short man pointed to the dressing case on the ground and said, "Grandma, I think this box of yours is quite nice. What's the price?"
"One price, five hundred and ten yuan, I'll make ten yuan as a tip for your hard work."
Actually, this dressing case is similar to an abacus, and I got it for eight dollars.
The shorter man wanted to say more: "You've been sitting on this box, so it's probably not anything good. Can you give me a discount, two hundred?"
The old lady shook her head vigorously, saying, "No, no, then I'll lose money."
"Then forget about the three hundred." The short man's family wasn't as well-off as the tall man's, and he was reluctant to spend the money. Plus, he didn't quite trust Liu Yihang's judgment and was afraid of being scammed. He only bought it because he had no other choice.
Seeing his expression, the old lady knew he was determined not to want it anymore, so she quickly grabbed him and said, "Let's talk it over. I'll take the loss today and give it to you at a loss."
After saying that, she quickly picked up the dressing case and stuffed it into the short man's hands, afraid that he would change his mind.
Both of them bought the items that Liu Yihang had suggested.
I was filled with anxiety.
They're all afraid it's fake.
The short man came up with an idea: they could go to an antique shop to have it appraised and see if it was real or fake.
The tall guy also thought it was a good idea; he could find out if it was true or false by spending some money.
As luck would have it, the two of them arrived at the Xiang family's antique shop.
Xiang Tianhong and Liu Yihang are chatting.
Liu Yihang told him the funny things that had just happened as a story.
However, he omitted the part about seeing the rosewood and only said that he felt the shape of the abacus had the style of the Ming and Qing dynasties.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the two main characters of the story walked in.
Because Liu Yihang had taken off his hat and mask, turning into a young man, the two people who had just been separated from him didn't recognize him at all.
However, the short guy noticed something: this person looked just like Liu Yihang from the newspaper, and they were even in the same department. His story had been going viral in the department lately.
"You are, Liu Yihang?"
Liu Yihang didn't expect that they didn't recognize his previous identity, but they did recognize his other identity.
Hello.
The two excitedly put down their things and shook hands with him: "Hello, nice to meet you, you're amazing."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two realized what they had come for.
"Boss, I'd like to ask if you can appraise things here? What's the price?" the short man asked Tianhong. You could tell from his seat that he was the boss.
Xiang Tianhong looked at the things in their hands and became interested. He had been very interested in this matter since Liu Yihang mentioned it, and he couldn't wait to see it with his own eyes.
"Sure, since you're still young, I'll just charge you twenty for the appraisal fee. It's usually fifty."
"Thank you, boss. Could you please take a look?" The tall man handed over his abacus.
Xiang Tianhong took it in his hand and examined it carefully. He confirmed that it was a Qing Dynasty artifact. After obtaining the tall man's consent, he used a special solution to break down some of the patina.
The abacus had the appearance of old mahogany, and Xiang Tianhong quickly cleaned it up, finally revealing its beautiful appearance.
The tall man hadn't expected the abacus to look so good after it was cleaned up, and he was filled with anticipation.
What Xiang Tianhong said next surprised him even more. This thing was actually an old rosewood abacus from the Qing Dynasty. Although its condition was damaged, it was still worth several thousand or even ten thousand yuan. Moreover, it was a genuine antique.
When the short man saw that the tall man's dark abacus had come back to life, he quickly asked Xiang Tianhong to take a look at the dressing case.
After tidying up, Xiang Tianhong said, "This is a Qing Dynasty mirror box. It's not very well preserved, and some parts are damaged, but it should still be worth two or three thousand yuan."
Xiang Tianhong then explained the details of the two items in a simple and easy-to-understand way, based on relevant historical materials.
Both of them held their spoils with satisfaction. Although they had spent a lot of money—five hundred and three hundred yuan respectively—it was worth it. With their final exams over, they could even make a small profit.
Liu Yihang got up, put on a dog-skin hat and mask, picked up his things, and prepared to leave.
The two of them froze on the spot. Wasn't this Liu Yihang? How did he turn into that middle-aged man from before?
The two then realized they had made a misunderstanding.
I never expected Liu Yihang to be so good at examining antiques. He has such a keen eye that he can tell at a glance whether something is genuine or not. Is there anything he can't do?
"Thank you, Liu." The tall guy called out after Liu Yihang had walked quite a distance.
The shorter man quickly followed, saying, "Thank you, thank you."
"..." Liu Yihang waved his hand, indicating that it was just a small favor. Besides, in the end, they chose to believe in themselves and bought these two items. Everything has its own cause and effect.
Final exams are just around the corner.
The practical course is the first subject to be tested.
All seven classes in the archaeology department were grouped together for the assessment.
This exam not only tested students' academic skills but also their psychological resilience.
Many people are usually very talkative, but when they get to such a big occasion, they turn into quails, shrinking back and afraid that the teacher will call on them first.
Liu Yihang wasn't afraid at all and sat down in the first row of the large classroom with great confidence.
The next hundred or two people had nothing to do with him.
The judges even included Master Li; I never expected him to attend such an event.
The two exchanged a glance and nodded as a greeting.
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