After looking around and not finding anything she liked, Lu Jiaxin took Gu Wenfeng and the others to the antique market. While they were there, they saw a colorful oil painting at a stall.

The stall owner saw that she was interested and said with a smile, "Little girl, this painting is from the West. It only costs two hundred yuan."

Lu Jiaxin smiled and said, "Ten dollars."

The stall owner didn't chase her away, but just said that he couldn't sell it at that price, and asked her to look at the other items: "I spent a lot of effort to collect these, they are all good stuff."

Lu Jiaxin looked around and saw an enameled peony-shaped snuff bottle. She picked it up and looked at it. She thought the coloring of the snuff bottle was very good. "Boss, how much is this?"

"This is the snuff bottle used by Emperor Yongzheng. One thousand yuan, no bargaining."

This is a sky-high price. If someone who doesn't know the business comes, he will be ripped off. But in the antique business, you have to buy and leave. No matter how high the price is, as long as you buy it, you can't find the seller if it is a fake. Of course, revenge in private is another matter.

Lu Jiaxin said: "I really like this snuff bottle, give me a real price."

The stall owner said that he was telling the actual price.

Lu Jiaxin smiled and said, "Don't tell me about the snuff bottle used by Emperor Yongzheng. If it was really used by the emperor, ten thousand would be no problem. But can you sell the snuff bottle used by the emperor at your stall?"

"Fifty dollars. If you want to buy it, I'll buy it. If you don't want to buy it, forget it."

The stall owner saw her put down the snuff bottle and said, "Five hundred. I'll sell it to you for five hundred."

Lu Jiaxin stood up and told the bodyguard to leave. The stall owner hesitated and said, "One hundred, I'll sell it to you for one hundred. Little girl, I spent eighty to buy it, you have to let me make some money!"

Lu Jiaxin really liked this snuff bottle and thought it was very finely crafted. Even though she knew it was fake, it was worth the hundred yuan.

After spending most of the day at the antique market, Lu Jiaxin bought a bunch of stuff. When she returned to the store, Master Qian saw what she bought and asked Shopkeeper Sun, "Which of these things our boss has are real?"

Lu Jiaxin smiled and said, "I don't know much about antiques, I just bought it when I saw something I liked."

At the beginning, I was still holding the mentality of picking up a bargain, but after being hit twice, I gave up. I might as well use this time to make more money and buy the real thing directly.

Master Sun looked at the things she bought very carefully, and finally picked out the enamel peony purse-shaped snuff bottle. After looking at it for a while, he smiled and said, "Boss, this snuff bottle is real."

Lu Jiaxin was surprised: "The stall owner said it was used by Emperor Yongzheng, is it true?"

Master Sun also took a magnifying glass to look at it, and after reading it, he said: "It has the seal of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but it may not be used by the emperor. It may also be awarded to royal relatives or powerful officials."

Lu Jiaxin didn’t understand it either, but it was quite interesting to be able to pick up a bargain.

Master Qian thought that Lu Jiaxin had good fortune, so he asked curiously, "How much would this snuff bottle sell for?"

When he was young, he saw that antiques could make money, so he wanted to do this business and asked an old court official to judge them. However, the old court official said that he was not good at this business and was unwilling to work for him, so he had no choice but to give up.

Master Sun said, "Snuff bottles like this one cost about 500 yuan in the mainland, but I'm not sure about the price in Hong Kong."

Lu Jiaxin didn't know the antique market in Hong Kong, so she said, "I really like the pattern on it, and I won't sell it."

Master Qian smiled and said, "It's because the boss is so rich, otherwise the store would have closed down long ago."

Master Qian said, "Boss, you made a lot of money today, can you treat me to a braised pig's head?"

"Braised pig's head?"

Master Qian said that there is a braised food stall on the next street, and the braised meat is so fragrant that you can swallow your tongue along with it: "It tastes good, but it's too expensive. Even the pig head costs six yuan a pound."

Nowadays, meat is about 1.2-3 yuan, and pig heads are even cheaper. Braised pig heads are 6 yuan per pound, and other things are even more expensive. However, no matter which dynasty, there is no shortage of rich people, so they sell at such a high price and have no worries about customers.

Lu Jiaxin generously gave fifty yuan for an extra meal, and then went back. She had nothing to hide, but Old Man Sun and the child were uncomfortable here.

In the next three days, Lu Jiaxin went to the city walls of the ancient capital and other places to visit. She took a lot of photos wherever she went. She would take photos of the streets and alleys when she was in a good mood. In the past, this was Gu Wenfeng's job. After knowing that Zong Jinghua had specially learned photography for his daughter, he gave this glorious task to him.

On the fourth day, Gu Wenfeng said, "Jia Xin, your superiors have approved your visit to see the Terracotta Warriors."

Lu Jiaxin was very happy and asked, "When can I go?"

She had seen the Terracotta Warriors in her previous life, but now the Terracotta Warriors are not open to the public, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. She thought it was very meaningful, so she mentioned it to Gu Wenfeng, and she didn't expect that she could really enter.

Gu Wenfeng reminded: "Jiaxin, it's fine if you want to see the Terracotta Warriors, but you can't touch them and you can't affect the staff."

Lu Jiaxin asked: "Can we take a photo?"

Gu Wenfeng specifically asked this question and received a negative answer: "We are still in the excavation stage. According to the rules, outsiders are not allowed to take photos."

"good."

The next day, Lu Jiaxin went there, but only Gu Wenfeng went with her. Zong Jinghua was tired of staying at home to look after the house, so he told Qian Xiaoxiao that he wanted to go to the antique market to have a look.

Qian Xiaoxiao said, "Brother Hua, don't think about picking up a bargain. I tell you, it's very difficult, with a one in ten thousand chance that our boss will just happen to get a real snuff bottle. If you go, you'll be ripped off for all your money."

How could Zong Jinghua possibly go for a bargain? He knows nothing about these things: "Last time I saw a stall selling dolls, and there were two porcelain dolls that were particularly cute. I wanted to buy some for my daughter, she will definitely like them."

"Why didn't you buy it yesterday?"

Zong Jinghua said: "Yesterday I had to keep an eye on the surroundings and protect the boss. I couldn't be distracted."

Yesterday we were at work and couldn’t be absent from work, so today’s rest situation is naturally different.

Out of his fatherly love, Qian Xiaoxiao said, "Let me take you to buy it! Otherwise, with your Hong Kong accent, those vendors will treat you as a fat sheep."

Zong Jinghua smiled and said, "I don't have any money."

Even if you want to kill him, you can't. He is very poor now and can't afford it because it is too expensive.

(End of this chapter)