Strange double pupils: I can see all attributes

Xu Lang raised his index finger: "One last time."

The redness on Ning Yue's cheeks has not yet faded.

They began to endure the heavy bombardment from Xu Lang's fighter planes again.

Until this time finally ended, Xu Lang lay on the bed.

He found that this body was quite powerful in some aspects.

Well, maybe it’s because of practicing Qilin Arm for many years.

Ning Yue fell asleep beside him. She was really tired.

She really didn't expect that Xu Lang could be so troublesome.

Although I am very happy, I am also very tired.

Looking at Ning Yue who was sleeping soundly beside him, Xu Lang got up quietly and went to the bathroom, where he took a simple shower.

When they returned to the bed, Ning Yue curled up like a kitten. Xu Lang gently hugged Ning Yue and fell asleep.

The next morning, Xu Lang was still awakened by Ning Yue's actions.

After a night's rest, Ning Yue looked rejuvenated and even more beautiful than before.

If there are words, it will be long; if there are no words, it will be short.

Half an hour later, the two began to make love, trying to continue what they had not finished last night.

But Ning Yue reached out to stop him. He looked at the time on his phone and it was almost 8 o'clock.

Qian Dawei usually gets up on time at 8:.

Ning Yue packed up hurriedly, then turned around and left reluctantly.

The sound of the door closing was heard, Xu Lang let out a long sigh, and fell asleep contentedly again.

After being ridden by Ning Yueqiang, Xu Lang had a good sleep and was not awakened until 11 o'clock in the morning when he was hungry.

After casually putting on a piece of clothing, Xu Lang went out with a clear purpose.

Eat first, then make money.

This time, his target was naturally still Panjia Bay. He only saw a small part of Panjia Bay the day before yesterday.

Moreover, today is the weekend, so there are a lot of people.

Not long after he walked in, Xu Lang reaped the rewards.

[Name]: Ming Tong Bao

[Dynasty of production]: Jiajing period of Ming Dynasty

[Value]: 2000

Xu Lang saw this coin at a stall selling ancient coins.

Generally speaking, Xu Lang doesn't like to look at ancient coins. It's very tiring to look at each coin in a pile.

But what can I say? I just wish I could take one more look at you...it in the crowd.

Xu Lang squatted down and picked and chose.

"Look, little brother, they are all authentic!"

The stall owner saw someone coming and greeted them warmly.

Xu Lang knew very well that among a pile of copper coins, having one was really good.

And even if they are real, they are all Kangxi Tong Bao and Qianlong Tong Bao, which have extremely large circulation. Those in good condition are worth twenty or thirty yuan, while those in poor condition are only worth seven or eight yuan.

Xu Lang first grabbed the Ming Tong Bao coin, and then picked and chose, taking a few real and fake ones.

The stall owner frowned and thought, this kid can't really understand, it doesn't look like he does, he looks like a college student.

But the stall owner soon put his mind at ease.

Xu Lang threw the copper coins in his hand casually, and then started picking again.

Finally, he impatiently grabbed a handful and said, "That's all I have. Will you sell it for fifty?"

"If you're selling it, find me a plastic bag to put it in!"

Xu Lang acted very impatient, like a newbie.

Seeing that Xu Lang really grabbed a handful, the stall owner finally put on a smile.

"Sell it! Why not sell it?"

He considerately put it in a plastic bag, fearing that Xu Lang would not buy it.

Xu Lang paid the money and casually put the plastic bag into his trouser pocket.

The stall owner felt more reassured.

All the sellers in Panjiawan are like this. They are afraid that their products will not sell, but they are also worried about whether they have really sold any good products.

Xu Lang was not one to aim too high, so these few copper coins were enough to satisfy him.

He thought very clearly that even if he could see the authenticity and value, there were only so many genuine goods in Panjiawan and he couldn't force it.

And with that bag of copper coins just now, Xu Lang was able to earn nearly two thousand yuan.

A job that pays two thousand a day was something my previous life had never dared to dream of, and I had never worked before.

Xu Lang continued to stroll around.

After walking a few steps, he passed by the stall where he bought the Guanyin yesterday.

The boss had no idea that he had lost hundreds of thousands of dollars yesterday and was still happily soliciting customers.

Xu Lang took a glance and saw that there were no real things left on his stall, so he walked away.

Sometimes, ignorance is bliss!

After the harvest, Xu Lang strolled leisurely.

Unfortunately, after this harvest, Xu Lang’s luck seemed to have been used up, and he didn’t even encounter a single genuine item.

Just as he was about to find a place to rest, a loud noise attracted his attention.

"Come and see, this kid broke my Ming Dynasty bottle and tried to run away!"

“I didn’t run!”

"Then you will pay for it?"

"I didn't break it, why should I pay for it?"

Xu Lang looked over when he heard the sound and saw that the source of the sound was already surrounded by people in three circles inside and outside.

Xu Lang put his harvest into his backpack, put the bag on his chest, and wanted to go forward to join in the fun.

After all, they are young and strong college students. Among the people who come to Panjiawan, most are in their thirties, forties or even older.

Xu Lang easily squeezed to the front.

He saw a fat woman with broad shoulders and a big waist, reaching out to grab a thin middle-aged man and refusing to let go.

There was a pool of porcelain fragments on the ground.

Chapter 11: Hidden Rules of Antiques: Antiques Don’t Be Handled

Xu Lang got the general idea of ​​what happened from the onlookers.

Ma Gan'er wanted to buy a porcelain vase from the fat woman's stall, so he asked the fat woman to hand it to him. However, he didn't hold it firmly and the vase broke into pieces.

"Isn't this a complete novice? Don't you know antiques without getting your hands dirty?"

Next to Xu Lang, a man in his fifties or sixties spoke.

"Uncle, let me ask you something. What is it that you can't handle antiques?"

Xu Lang looked like he was humbly seeking advice.

"These things are not cheap. If they are passed directly from one person to another and accidentally break, who do you think will be responsible for them?"

Seeing Xu Lang asking questions, the old man also seemed to be a teacher.

"So, when we old hands buy things, we let the stall owner put them on the ground and then we can touch them and look at them. After we are done, we put them back on the ground and the stall owner will move them back."

"This intact porcelain vase can probably be bought for a few hundred dollars, but a broken one would cost tens of thousands!"

The old man usually says this while shaking his head and sighing.

"This bottle of mine is from the Ming Dynasty. If you don't pay me a hundred thousand or eighty thousand today, you can't leave!"

As expected, the truth was revealed and the fat woman started to blackmail Ma Gan'er.

"Uncle, you are awesome!"

Xu Lang praised, he didn't expect that the old man actually guessed it right.

However, Xu Lang was interested in the fragments on the ground, and wondered if he could identify them.

[Name]: Imitation Ming Dynasty blue glaze light colored flower and bird vase

[Production Date]: 2020

[Value]: 0

Xu Lang curled his lips, it turned out to be fake.

But soon, another thing on the stall attracted his attention.

[Name]: "National Martyrdom" Calligraphy Copybook

[Creation time]: 1964

[Value]: 5 million

[Author]: Yu Youren

It was a pile of yellowed pieces of paper circled together, some unfolded and some curled up.

Xu Lang couldn't see it clearly, he could only vaguely make out that it was a stack of calligraphy.

Xu Lang was shocked to see the value of the calligraphy.

Although it is something after the founding of the People's Republic of China, I didn't expect it to be so valuable!

Xu Lang's actions scared the old man next to him.

"What's wrong with you, young man?"

"Ahem, I'll teach myself a lesson and never imitate him again!"

Xu Lang smiled awkwardly and pointed at Ma Ganer who was reluctantly paying.

After a "friendly exchange" between the two, Ma Ganer decided to pay five thousand to buy the pile of Ming Dynasty porcelain bottle fragments.

"Well, it's a good thing to have a good memory!" The old man nodded in agreement.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch and it was very hot at noon, the crowd gradually dispersed.

The fat woman took the money and hid under the parasol contentedly, drinking tonnes of mineral water and wiping the sweat with the back of her hand from time to time.

"I'm telling you, you broke it, I won't refund you..."

The sunlight in front of her eyes was blocked, and the fat woman thought it was Ma Ganer who came back. She took away the water bottle and saw Xu Lang standing in front of her with a smile.

"What's up, brother? What do you like?"

The fat woman's voice softened.

"Sister, can I see those calligraphy works?" Xu Lang looked at the fat woman, suppressed his nausea, and asked with a smile.

"Look, brother! See for yourself!"

The fat woman pointed at the copybook with her stout fingers.

Xu Lang flipped through it. Although the calligraphy had turned yellow, Yu Youren's original was obviously different. The ink had not spread at all.

"How much are these old calligraphy books, sister? I want to buy some to practice calligraphy!"

Xu Lang asked pretending not to care.