“It’s actually shipped!”

"Am I really the chosen one? Will I get rich just by choosing a stall?"

Su Bai couldn't believe it. He quietly scanned the goods in front of him through his glasses, and after roughly locking in a few suspected "missing" targets, he calmly held them in his hand to inquire about the price:

"How to sell this small disc?"

Su Bai holds a porcelain bowl with a pink painted rooster on it.

The stall owner perked up and said, "Good taste. This is Yuan Shikai's pastel porcelain. I only need this amount."

He opened his palms and made a "five" gesture.

"Five yuan?"

The stall owner stood up instantly: "It's fifty thousand! Fifty thousand!"

"Then you can keep it for yourself."

"Hey, if it doesn't work out, why don't you pay me back?"

The stall owner's words fell on deaf ears. Su Bai picked up a red, delicate and smooth purple sand pot and held it in his hand. He gently adjusted his glasses and silently recited a routine test.

Lines of words were projected directly into Su Bai's retina through his glasses:

Item: Pot.

Shape: Stone scoop.

Description: Mechanism, aged, chemical, imitation purple clay teapot.

……

What flows down like a waterfall, including but not limited to age, color, material, etc.

Su Bai tested several "antiques" in succession, and having already seen the experience, he directly skipped the unimportant ones, and finally glanced at the summary and value.

Summary: The manufacturer would never dare to use it to drink tea.

Value: 0.1 yuan.

Su Bai: "..."

Dare to say "0.1 yuan" is the minimum standard, which means it is completely worthless.

Just this kind of rags can become a peerless treasure in the mouth of the stall owner: "As expected of a great anchor! Good taste! This is a purple clay pot from Zhuni Dahongpao, handmade by a national master. The master Zhou Ren has disappeared, and it is truly out of print.

Good stuff!"

The last week's man who was like a god is gone, will this "master" drink tea from his own chemical pot and die?

Su Bai watched speechlessly as lotus flowers bloomed from the stall owner's mouth, and barrages flew across the live broadcast room:

[This stall owner is a kind-hearted person, and he doesn't even use the word "good vision" when he says it.]

[Does the anchor help others with purchasing?]

[Purchasing agent? Is that leading people into a ditch?]

[One thing to say, this purple clay teapot is pretty good. It has a beautiful shape and looks moist. Is it the legendary old material?]

……

Su Bai decisively refused to answer, took a deep breath, reached out to a wooden sculpture in the corner and picked it up.

There is actually a base, which is heavy and quite heavy on the hand.

The wooden carving is about the size of a forearm, gray and inconspicuous. It is not a statue of Guan Gong or Guanyin, but an old man holding a staff with no discernible expression, like the nameless statues enshrined in the small earth temple at the end of the village.

Little God.

Su Bai muttered "test" silently, and suddenly the information in his glasses flowed down again————

Item: Statue base.

Material: gold.

Era:1960s.

Description: During the turmoil, the base was made of molten gold, painted black with ink, and weighed 217 grams.

Workmanship: Poor.

Value: 98,000.

The base is actually made of gold and dyed black with ink. No wonder it is so heavy that it weighs heavily on your hand.

How did this end up on a street stall? Could it be that the old man left in a hurry and didn’t have time to explain?

Su Bai resisted the urge to secretly scratch the base with his nails to see if a golden light would emit. Just as he was about to ask the price, he was suddenly stunned.

Huh? That’s not right!

98,000?

Not 100,000?

In just these few seconds, the price of gold dropped?

"Have a good eye. This is the statue of the Earth God who has been enjoying incense in the village for hundreds of years. Please go back and worship it properly. It will definitely protect people from illness and disaster."

The stall owner rolled up another cigarette and started smoking happily.

"Really?"

Su Bai responded casually, thinking quickly, and thoughtfully took the wood carving away from the base and "tested" it again————

Item: Wood carving.

Material: pine sapwood.

Year: 1990s.

Description: A statue of an unknown land official made from old and decayed wood, carved by a carpenter at the entrance of the village, and then "pretended to be dirty and consecrated" by a half-assed man.

Value: 100,000.

"Hiss..."

Su Bai took a breath under the mask and checked again and again before he believed that he was not blind.

What's going on?

This broken wood carving is actually more expensive than its pure gold base?

Su Bai closed his eyes and pondered for a few seconds. He had a vague guess, looked at the stall owner and asked: "How to sell?"

The stall owner became energetic and danced: "I don't know how much incense I have eaten for the centuries-old statue. For a price of 100,000 you can take it back to your house."

"Haha."

Su Bai sneered and tapped the wood carving with his finger: "Hundreds of years?"

"This is pine wood, right? It's still sapwood, and it hasn't even been painted. If it had been hundreds of years old, it would have been dry and cracked, and it would have been completely infested with insects."

"Hey, you're an expert." The stall owner was not embarrassed and grinned: "I don't know how old it is, but it is collected from the Tutu Temple. The village is deserted and no one cares about the temple."
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The water friends in the live broadcast room were also stunned after hearing this, and started discussing enthusiastically:

[Can anyone tell me what the sapwood means?]

[It should correspond to the core of the tree, which is the layer of less solid wood on the edge.]

[The anchor has something, just knock on it, what kind of wood, and open your mouth in any position.]

[What’s so interesting about this broken piece of wood? The purple clay pot I just made is pretty good.]

[Are you stupid? The anchor only has 100 yuan. Whether it is that purple clay pot or this old wood carving, which one do you think you can afford? Fight for loneliness.]

"..."

The barrage is still hotly discussed,

Su Bai made a quotation for the first time, and the live broadcast room was completely silent when he opened his mouth:

"100 yuan."

The stall owner gasped and almost swallowed the cigarette butt.

He hurriedly said "poof" to the ground and shouted in disbelief: "Is there such a counteroffer as you? It can't be any less."

Su Bai leisurely said: "98."

The stall owner's eyes almost bulged out.

The fans in the live broadcast room were shocked:

[It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, and you can still bargain like this]

[Unless the stall owner has cerebral palsy, he cannot sell.]

[The anchor is from Nigeria and is undoubtedly a black man. The identification is completed.]
To be continued...