"That's great, so good!" He Chong was ecstatic and danced like a fool.

With this ability, not to mention 300,000, you can earn 300,000 yuan in the future. Although jade makes money, antiques are He Chong’s favorite thing, and antiques are also of higher value.

Holding the joy in his heart, he couldn't help but smile, but his face was still full of tears. He Chong looked like a flower-faced cat, reminding people of a nursery rhyme: he cried and laughed and his face was full of fire.

The middle finger of the right hand poked this and then that, without exception, all of them showed the information about the items being touched, and they were very detailed.

He Chong even found that his ability can not only detect information, but also solve problems.

Because when he tried, he picked up a radio that had been broken for many years but was reluctant to throw it away. As a result, he not only knew the basic information, but also found the cause of the damage. At the same time, he seemed to be born to practice. He practiced this thing that had been broken for many years in a few seconds and made a clear sound. He Chong did not feel like he was doing his hands at all. Everything was so natural and he practiced very quickly.

"It's really a village with dark flowers..." He Chong was excited and walked out of the door and smiled on his face, "I'm simply a genius, ha!"

When He Chong thought of the repaired radio, he was a little proud. With such awesome skills, he naturally would not stay at home honestly. He wanted to go to the antique market. He believed that it was his main battlefield and he was also at the peak.

Although He Chong did not get into college, he studied the antique project very thoroughly and had no great eyesight. However, he knew all the knowledge and read a lot of various materials.

I didn't dare to act casually in the past because he had little money and experience, so he didn't have the courage. But now it's different. We are a person with superpowers, so don't be too easy to pick up bargains.

Today is Saturday, and the antique street is lively. Every weekend, a large number of antique dealers traveling around the country set up stalls here, and the leaks also exist here. It’s just that big or small depends on your eyesight and luck.

"It is made of old dyed turquoise sculptures, with rough craftsmanship and dyed white turquoise..."

"Old jade bracelets, C-grade, bean jade, soaked in strong acid and dyed and processed..."

"An old rosewood carved jewelry box, carved by machines, made of Burmese rosewood..."

After seeing more than a dozen stalls, they were made of modern products and made old things, but none of them were good, which made He Chong a little depressed.

Although there are few real things on this kind of stall, there are not only ones. It is okay if there are no big money worth a small money. He Chong simply walked slowly, with his hands behind his back and was too lazy to investigate one by one. He just observed with his eyes, and those who were looking at him would check carefully.

"Brother, why haven't you set up a stall today?" While walking, someone suddenly called out He Chong, who was the stall owner.

"I won't leave the stall anymore." He Chong looked up and found that he was an acquaintance. He smiled and replied, "I've done enough."

This was once the main battlefield of He Chong. This stall owner is the kind who travels around the world and can meet him from time to time, so he knows him.

"That's a pity. I'm not chatting for a while." The stall owner felt a little regretful, "Come and see my stuff?"

"Sure, see what good things you have." He Chong said and squatted down.

This man’s stall is a grocery store, with everything, porcelain, bronze, jade and various miscellaneous things, and there are any types you want.

He Chong squatted while picking up these objects one by one, looking at them one by one, but in fact he was exploring them one by one with his fingers. After seeing them for half of them, he still found nothing, and they were all old things like before.

"What? There is no one who likes it?" The stall owner was a little anxious when he saw He Chong picking up the price, "If you like it, just say that we will definitely give you the lowest price in this relationship, so I can open a ticket."

"I don't like it very much." He Chong was very gentle and picked up the abacus placed in the front.

This is an eleven-stage old wooden bead abacus, but it is only half the size, and the black and dirty ones are so dark that it is hard to see the material clearly. When you gently snatch the surface with your fingers, it is a little soft, as if you have applied something on it.

He Chong just picked it up casually, but this unpretentious abacus gave him a different surprise.

"The eleventh stage abacus, red sandalwood frame, abacus beads and beaded rods are all made of pure gold, but the purity is not high, and it was created in the late Qing Dynasty..."

When He Chong saw these words, his eyes flashed instantly, but there was no change on his face. He had also been in the antique market for more than half a year, knowing what it means to not show his emotions.

"I really don't like you." He Chong suppressed it first, "But when you have a friend, I'll open a photo for you, so just take this abacus."

The stall owner saw He Chong ask about this, and his expression slightly dimmed, and he seemed a little unsatisfied because the abacus could not be sold at all.

"Okay." It's okay if you don't have fish or shrimp. It's better to make money than to have a penny. The stall owner stretched out five fingers, "I'm always in love, I'll give you five hundred yuan, how about it?"

"No way? This broken thing looks old and it's so expensive?" He Chong looked unhappy, "I'll take it away with one hundred!"

"No, I received this thing from 300 yuan. This way, I will guarantee you the capital, right?" the stall owner gritted his teeth and said.

"At most, I'll leave if I don't sell it." He Chong pretended to leave.

"It's really not possible, please add some more." The stall owner was embarrassed.

But before He Chong could continue to speak, another sound came from the side, which was also a sound that made He Chong grit his teeth.

"Oh? He Chong, do you still have the time to go shopping here?" Li Hang came, and he stood beside He Chong with a grim smile on his face and said sarcastically, "You want to get a bargain and exchange money? Do you have that life?"

He Chong's face turned pale in an instant, and his smiley expression turned into anger. He turned his head to look at the other party: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Li Hang laughed and didn't respond. Instead, he looked at the abacus he was holding and snorted: "I won't even want this abacus that is worn with shoe polish and is useless. You dare to take it! No, although you are a fool, you are still good at seeing things. You can't tell it, right?"

Antiques stores have always had rules that they would not expose in person, but Li Hang said it naked in public, which was clearly embarrassing He Chong.

"Is that so? Why don't I think this thing is bad?" He Chong replied coldly, "And do you need to care whether I buy it or not?"

"What? Was it so scared last night?" Li Hang narrowed his eyes, as if he was a little annoyed, "Is my eyes blind today? I can't recognize such a fake thing?"
Chapter completed!