His own treasure appraisal skills have been accumulated over the past few days, and he has become more or less familiar, and he can make judgments without relying on the system.

Based on his knowledge base, the probability that these things are genuine is more than 70%.

This is almost an absolutely impossible phenomenon.

At this time, Yang Zhengyu continued to walk down with his family, one, two, three, and four. Everything placed on each stall was real.

It's definitely not that the system is wrong, but that these things are real.

For a moment, Yang Zhengyu was in a trance. He looked at the lively crowd around him.

People bargained and laughed, the stall owners were confident in picking up the slack, and the customers also had greedy eyes.

They don't have a system like Yang Zhengyu, and their grasp of literary and entertainment is within their own cognitive level.

So it's impossible for them to discover that every item on the floor is authentic.

This is absolutely impossible, absolutely impossible. Yang Zhengyu shook his head repeatedly.

The other three people at home followed him with doubts in their eyes.

"Brother, what's wrong? Why do you keep shaking your head?" Yang Li asked.

Yang Zhengyu stopped and glanced around.

He shook his head and continued: "It's too strange here, too strange, it's so strange that it doesn't look like a real scene."

For Yang Zhengyu, he can accept no matter how strange things happen when he comes to this plane.

But if this plane is a place that is keen on detecting treasures and finding leaks, the ancient items that have been passed down are very precious, but how is it possible that everything on every street stall here is real.

In other words, the social survival rules that exist on this plane have collapsed.

This is a very unusual phenomenon.

Yang Zhengyu continued walking down until he reached the end of the willow tree.

From the strange shock at the beginning, to numbness in the end.

Really, everything he saw was real.

Yang Zhengyu rubbed his face.

He thought for a while and took out his mobile phone and made a call. Now there was only one person who could solve his confusion.

He called Su Tongtong.

"Hey Brother Yu, why do you have time to call me?"

"I encountered something very strange. Is your treasure appraiser with you?"

"We recently received a batch of new things at home."

"I'll give you an address, and you come here with that thing. I'm at my house, and I saw all the things on a street that are real. I suspect that my treasure appraisal knowledge is wrong."

"This is impossible, isn't it? Brother Yu, are you wrong?"

Yang Zhengyu said firmly: "I also suspect that I saw it wrong. It's better that I saw it wrong, otherwise I will have a schizophrenia."

When he said this, the whole family next to him was listening and was stunned.

Liu Rong said: "Brother, if these things are true, then what are we waiting for? Let's buy them quickly."

Yang Zhengyu said: "If they are all true, then these things are worthless. What is the use of buying them?"

"Since it's a literary game, it must be worth a little money. It will always be worth more than 100,000 yuan."

When 100,000 yuan was mentioned again, Yang Zhengyu was instantly shocked.

A strange feeling rose in his mind.

If the village prices this thing at 100,000 yuan, that means there are too many of these real treasures in the village.

It is impossible for them to sell millions of pieces one by one, but they must adopt the method of small profits but quick turnover.

Yang Zhengyu looked at the stretching villages in the distance again.

Are there more real cultural objects in the village?

But looking up, the road behind this temporary market is blocked.

Pedestrians can no longer move forward.

I looked carefully and saw that there were villagers all around to maintain order. They were also surrounding the circle to prevent people from going outside.

When Yang Zhengyu reached the last position, someone stopped them: "We can't go any further, there is no road over there."

Yang Zhengyu pointed ahead, "Aren't there still many roads to walk over there?"

"You can't go there." When the villagers nearby heard what he said, they immediately cast a vicious look.

This made Yang Zhengyu even more interested.

He raised his feet and looked toward the end of the road.

There are people coming and going at the end of the road.

Further ahead, you turn into a hill.

Obviously there seems to be some ulterior secrets in this hill.

"What are you looking at? Stop looking." Several villagers appeared in front of him, blocking his view.

"Brother, what are you looking at? Let's go get down to business."

Liu Rong said: "If it doesn't work, I'll just go and get some money."

Yang Liwen: "Does our family still have money?"

Liu Rong said: "I can use my credit card to get some cash."

Yang Jianguo said: "No, no, don't borrow any more money. Didn't the family pay back enough last time?"

Yang Zhengyu said: "If you don't buy anything here, we won't touch any of it."

"What?" The family members had actually heard what he said just now, and knew that in his heart they had concluded that these stories were most likely true.

Everyone was a little surprised when they heard him say he didn't want to buy it.

"Isn't this an opportunity to make a fortune?"

Yang Zhengyu said: "If you think about it, if something is open to supply, it will be worthless."

Liu Rong said: "How can we open up the supply of Wenwan? Brother, you are thinking too much."

Yang Zhengyu said: "This is not an open supply. I really don't know what an open supply is."

He turned to his father Yang Jianguo and said, "Let's go back first, and we'll discuss it tonight. By the way, I have to make a few calls to ask."

Liu Rong and Yang Li felt very uncomfortable seeing him like this.

Seeing the opportunity fly by, they wanted to take action, but unfortunately they didn't have the money.

Yang Zhengyu and the others left the bustling crowd and returned to the perimeter.

At this time, more people came.

The dissemination of information is growing exponentially, and people are constantly bringing different news to various places.

This feeling is quite similar to the bustling situation in the jade shop after the night pearl was lost that day.

Yang Zhengyu and the others returned to the melon stall.

Boss Gua smiled when he saw them coming: "Didn't you buy anything? I saw that everyone came out with big and small bags."

Yang Zhengyu said: "Old man, tell me the truth, what is going on in this thing? Is there something in that little mountain bag?"

The old man selling melons is very honest and honest.

"How can I, a melon seller, know about this thing? But I heard someone said it was dug out of a small mountain bag."

He only knows this little bit, and he won't understand anything if he asks again.

But at least Yang Zhengyu can be sure that there is something in the hill behind the road.
Chapter completed!