Reborn 10 years later: First, save 100 million Bitcoins

An item worth at least 10 yuan can now be sold for only 200 yuan, which is considered a great bargain.

After the deal was struck, Xiao Feng immediately took out 200 yuan in cash from his pocket and handed it over.

Just as she was about to hand it over, Li Zhinian carefully tugged at Xiao Feng's sleeve.

"Xiao Feng, this bowl is only worth 200 yuan. It's obviously fake."

Li Zhinian was only trying to be helpful, worried that Xiao Feng might be tricked.

After all, if it were genuine, it wouldn't be possible to sell it for 200 yuan at a street stall.

In response to Li Zhinian's kind reminder, Xiao Feng picked up the bowl and pointed to the words on the back.

"This dates back to the Jiajing era, you see, it's written on the back," Xiao Feng said seriously.

The old man at the street stall quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, it's from the Jiajing era. The normal market price would be over ten thousand. I'm selling it at a loss just to make a name for myself."

The old man just spouts nonsense without a second thought, not even caring about exaggeration, blatantly lying through his teeth.

Everyone knows perfectly well that this is all fake.

In the old man's mind, this fake bowl wasn't even worth 50 yuan.

After all, everything on this stall was indeed packed up by the old man from secondhand vendors.

The stall had over 100 items, and the total cost was only 5000 yuan.

That's 50 yuan per item.

How could there possibly be a real one?

Seeing that Xiao Feng wanted it so much, Li Zhinian naturally stopped saying anything more.

It's only 200 yuan anyway, I can take it home and use it as a decoration.

"Okay, if you really like it, then buy it. But if you're looking to find a bargain, then forget it, since it's definitely fake."

Li Zhinian was afraid that Xiao Feng would be tricked.

"Mm." Xiao Feng simply nodded symbolically.

He then gave the stall owner 200 yuan.

Once the money is exchanged for the goods, the transaction is considered officially completed.

There's a rule in the antique world: once an item is sold, the buyer cannot return it, and the seller cannot back out.

Xiao Feng took it in his hand and admired it carefully once more.

To be honest, I don't really appreciate it, but I just know this thing is valuable.

"Young man, may I take a look at your bowl?"

Just then, a middle-aged man who was nearly 50 years old suddenly spoke up.

Despite the sweltering heat, the middle-aged man was still wearing a formal suit, clearly a successful business owner.

The middle-aged man was accompanied by a professional expert in appraising antiques.

And with the moment of the conversation.

The other party's information also appeared in Xiao Feng's perspective.

[Random Information: Yan Wenshan! Chairman of Risheng Group, with a net worth exceeding 10 billion yuan, a passionate collector of antiques and collectibles, willing to pay any price for a good item.]

Upon seeing the message, Xiao Feng felt absolutely nothing.

Even if the other party is a billionaire, Xiao Feng currently has 100,000 Bitcoins.

Of course, as things stand, the other party is indeed a wealthy tycoon.

After Yan Wenshan took the bowl, he looked at it with a serious expression, then suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly.

The accompanying expert in appraising artifacts also noticed something amiss.

The person accompanying them was someone Yan Wenshan had specially hired; he was an absolute expert.

It's known as the Poison-Eyed Dragon!

She sported an outdated, non-mainstream side-swept fringe that completely obscured her other eye.

because!

He really only has one eye; the one he's covering is blind.

But it's not called One-Eyed Dragon; it's called Poison-Eyed Dragon.

It's called the Poison-Eyed Dragon because it can tell the real from the fake of any treasure at a glance.

"Mr. Yan, the color, the glaze—it's genuine!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenshan leaned closer to take another look, practically pressing his face against the bowl.

In fact, Yan Wenshan himself knew a little about it, and after examining it carefully, a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Haha, how about that? Sharp eye, my ability to appraise treasures is pretty good now, right? When I saw the bowl in the young man's hand just now, I felt it was different, and it turned out to be real."

After confirming it was true, Yan Wenshan first praised himself, feeling that he had a good eye and was very proud of his achievement.

After all, she had just passed by Xiao Feng and, upon seeing the bowl in his hand, immediately sensed that it was real, which is why she took the initiative to take a look.

For a business tycoon with such an extreme passion for collecting, Yan Wenshan certainly felt a great sense of accomplishment at this moment.

"Mr. Yan has a good eye." Poison Eye Dragon nodded in agreement.

Full of a sense of accomplishment, Yan Wenshan admired the view one last time with a smug look on his face.

He then asked, "Young man, I'm sure you heard it too, this is definitely genuine. You got a bargain. Name your price, how much are you willing to sell it for?"

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Li Zhinian blinked blankly and looked at the porcelain bowl.

Li Zhinian was somewhat dazed at that moment.

Could it really be true?

Xiao Feng, on the other hand, remained calm.

"I know it's true, otherwise I wouldn't have bought it. As for the price... you tell me!"

Xiao Feng threw the question back at him.

You can also assess the other party's character by looking at the price they offer; if it's reasonable, then you should sell.

Yan Wenshan glanced at the Poison-Eyed Dragon beside him, seeking the most professional answer.

Poison Eye Dragon whispered a few words to Yan Wenshan.

It simply means telling him the current market price range for this bowl.

After receiving the answer, Yan Wenshan did not lie.

"Young man, how about 10?"

This is an antique street. Xiao Feng just bought it for 200 yuan, but Yan Wenshan immediately asked for 10 yuan after learning the price.

This alone shows that Yan Wenshan is very principled and that the price he offered was very sincere.

After all, the entry just showed a market price of 10 to 15.

The reason why prices fluctuate is that goods are relatively cheaper at street stalls and relatively more expensive at auctions.

In this place, being able to offer 10 yuan without hesitation is already considered a high price.

"Huh?" Li Zhinian, who was standing to the side, blinked her eyes in a daze when she heard that the other party was going to give 10.

What's going on here?

Xiao Feng remained calm and composed: "One price, 12!"

Knowing the price, Xiao Feng asked for a reasonable price in the middle.

We should at least let the other party make a little profit.

Yan Wenshan readily agreed.

"Okay, no problem, then it'll be 12!"

The transaction price was 12.

Holy crap!

Upon hearing that the transaction price was 12, Li Zhinian instinctively exclaimed "Holy crap!"

That "Holy crap" is just too real.

Throughout the entire process, Li Zhinian seemed to have spoken only three times.

Ugh?

what?

What the hell!

Of course, the most surprised person was the old man at the street stall.

This deal was made right in front of the old man.

When the camera focused on the old man at the street stall, he was completely dumbfounded.

"Wait a minute, this...isn't this supposed to be fake? How can it be real?"

The old man felt both regret and disbelief.

Upon hearing the old man's words, Xiao Feng had to feign a skeptical expression.

"Fake? Didn't you just tell me it was real? You even said it was worth hundreds of thousands."

"..." The old man's face turned green, and he was speechless for a moment, like someone swallowing a bitter pill.