Reborn as a capitalist's young master in the 1970s, he starts his life by being blocked at the

In a past life, someone bought several antique porcelain vases from a museum counter.

Each item cost only 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, but in the end, they were auctioned off for a sky-high price of over 30 million yuan.

This incident attracted considerable attention, and the entire museum was thoroughly investigated after the cultural relic was lost.

"This is a huge bargain! Rather than giving it to those foreign devils, I'd rather it be a good deal for me."

Standing in front of the museum, Chen Jianming felt a surge of excitement.

Poor internal management of the museum led to the genuine antiques being placed in the display cases.

Although the counter is only for foreign tourists, who says he can't be an international friend?

When you're out in the world, you give yourself your own identity.

From this moment forward, he is a returned overseas Chinese!

However, he doesn't have much cash on him right now, only about a thousand yuan at most.

This is quite a lot for ordinary people, but it's still not enough if you're buying antiques.

After thinking about it, he decided to use some of the silver coins in his storage space.

He strolled around the antique market and went into a shop that looked respectable and reliable.

"Sir, what would you like to buy? We have everything from ancient coins to porcelain."

Upon seeing the newcomer, the plump shopkeeper, dressed in a long robe, immediately bowed and scraped as he came forward.

"I'm not buying anything, will you accept silver dollars?"

As he spoke, he threw the bag of silver dollars he was carrying on his back onto the table.

The fat shopkeeper was stunned.

Most people would only sell a few, maybe a dozen or twenty, but this young man actually brought a whole bag of silver dollars.

This huge bag must contain at least a hundred pieces!

"Looks like we'll make a profit this time."

Seeing that the young man in front of him was not very old, the fat shopkeeper suppressed his laughter, but he was already overjoyed inside.

With his shrewd little eyes darting around, he stepped forward, opened the sack, and rummaged through it, feigning reluctance: "I'll take them, but these silver dollars aren't in very good condition; the edges are flawed. Inspections are strict now, and the market isn't great. How about this, I'll take them all, two dollars per silver dollar."

"Two pieces?"

I've seen people try to lower prices before, but I've never seen anyone try to lower prices like this.

So the shopkeeper thought he was an inexperienced businessman.

"Two dollars is not a small amount. I'm only offering this because you're young. If it were someone else, I would only offer one dollar and fifty cents for this quality of silver."

The fat shopkeeper picked at the silver coins with a look of disgust.

"Okay, then I won't sell it."

Chen Jianming picked up the cloth bag and was about to leave.

The portly shopkeeper immediately panicked, blocking the doorway and waving his hands with a smile: "No, no, no, let's talk this out, let's talk this out."

Chen Jianming retorted, "These are genuine Yuan Shikai silver dollars, in excellent condition and quality. You're saying one is worth two dollars?"

The portly shopkeeper wasn't embarrassed at all: "Hehe, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable at such a young age. Your batch of silver dollars is indeed quite good, but I don't know if they came from clean sources. Things are pretty tight outside right now; no one else could have sold so many."

"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm a tomb raider?" Chen Jianming frowned.

The portly shopkeeper smiled but didn't say anything, though his attitude spoke volumes.

"Are you going to accept it or not? These silver dollars of mine are perfectly legitimate, you can investigate them however you want. After all, my ancestors were once wealthy, and even though we were demoted and exiled, we've been exonerated now. If I didn't need the money, I wouldn't be willing to give them up! If anyone dares to bring this up again, I'll beat them up."

Chen Jianming said irritably, "If you can't accept it, there are plenty of antique shops on this street that are willing to take it."

Seeing that he hadn't been able to intimidate him, the portly shopkeeper quickly smiled apologetically: "Please, please, better safe than sorry. I'm just being careful! Since it was passed down from your ancestors, young man, then there's naturally no problem."

"How much?"

"Five yuan each."

"No, that's too low. It has to be at least eight dollars!" Chen Jianming said decisively.

He couldn't believe the other party wouldn't be tempted by so many silver dollars.

Even if it's eight dollars, he's being very conservative. These silver dollars have a lot of room for appreciation, and the other party will definitely make a profit!

"Six yuan, that's the most I can offer," the chubby shopkeeper bargained.

"Eight dollars, not a penny less! If you don't like it, I'll go somewhere else."

"Alright, I think this young man is more to my liking, eight yuan it is."

Seeing that the other party was really going to leave with the silver coins, the fat shopkeeper had no choice but to grit his teeth and nod.

Earning a lot or a little is still earning, so we can't let the easy money slip away!

After carefully checking the silver coins three or four times, the chubby shopkeeper wiped his sweat, looked up, and said, "Young man, there are a total of 1,200 coins. At eight yuan per coin, that's a total of 9,600 yuan."

He went back into the inner room, took out two bundles of banknotes, and handed them over: "Young man, please count them."

Chen Jianming took the money, counted it roughly, and seeing that there were no problems, turned to leave.

He couldn't wait to buy those porcelain vases!

"Wait a minute, young man. If you ever have any antiques left over from your ancestors that you want to sell, come find me again. I'll give you a high price," the chubby shopkeeper called out to him with a smile.

"No problem, no problem."

Chen Jianming felt a sense of relief after leaving the antique shop.

In no time at all, he had become a millionaire!

In this day and age, he'd definitely be considered a nouveau riche!

So far, we've only sold some silver coins. There are still so many gold and silver jewels in the space, each one of which would be worth a fortune!

Of course, he won't sell those antiques for the time being. Even if he did, few people would dare to buy them, and he might even attract the attention of the police.

Instead of going to the museum immediately, he went to a clothing store on the next street and bought himself a high-end suit.

If you're going to pretend to be a returned overseas Chinese, how can you dress too shabbily?

"Take care, sir. Welcome to visit us again."

Amidst the farewells of several female shop assistants, I left the clothing store in a suit, turned around and headed to the museum, heading straight for the counter catering to foreign tourists.

The museum space is quite large, but there are few visitors, making it seem empty. The counters are covered in a layer of dust, and some parts are even chipped, making it look somewhat dilapidated.

After a quick glance, Chen Jianming understood.

Nowadays, with insufficient government funding for cultural relics, museums are struggling to afford maintenance.

The items in the museum are sold as much as they can; who cares whether the visitors are Chinese or foreign?

Even a dog can take your treasure away if it has the money!

A female shop assistant in overalls sat idly behind the counter when she saw Chen Jianming's expensive suit, and her eyes lit up immediately.

"Hello, sir. Is there anything you need? However, we cater primarily to foreign tourists."

The female shop assistant had big eyes and long, beautiful black hair tied back with a hair clip. She quickly came to greet us.

"Hey, I'm an overseas Chinese from the US, and I'm really interested in my homeland's culture. Want to learn more?"

Chen Jianming speaks with a London accent in Mandarin.

"What the heck?"

The female shop assistant looked completely bewildered.

It took me a while to figure out what the other person was saying.

I thought this young man was Chinese, but I didn't expect him to be an overseas Chinese who had returned to China!

"Yes, yes, these are all our porcelain vases, all from Jingdezhen, world-famous. Look at the patterns on them, they are all the work of masters, very exquisite." The female shop assistant's eyes lit up as she enthusiastically introduced them.

She doesn't care where he speaks or what kind of language he speaks, even if it's from Mars, she'll sell it anyway, as long as it sells, she gets a commission.

Chen Jianming nodded, pretending not to understand, but his eyes kept glancing at the few blue porcelain vases in the corner of the counter.

"It's actually a major piece from the Ru kiln of the Song Dynasty!"

His eyes narrowed and his heart raced.

At first glance, those porcelain vases didn't have any fancy patterns; they were just ordinary, plain-colored celadon vases, far less eye-catching than blue and white porcelain.

However, he recognized it as a product of the Ru kiln from the Song Dynasty!