Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Huh, Something Valuable Just Floated By!
Lin Xiao glanced at the information on the ring and sneered inwardly. Only a complete rookie would be fooled by something like this.
He casually asked, "How much for this ring?"
The old farmer, smiling, held up two fingers. "Not expensive, 2000. This is from the Ming Dynasty."
Ming Dynasty?
He really dares to say that!
Lin Xiao's lips twitched. He didn't say anything, just put the ring back down.
"That ring looked pretty good, white with a hint of red, almost blood red. It really did seem like it could be from the Ming Dynasty."
"There aren't that many antiques around, but it does have a nice color. Even if it's not from the Ming Dynasty, it's at least real jade, so 2000 isn't too much."
"Streamer, aren't you going to buy it?"
"Could it be fake?"
Lin Xiao casually picked up a blue-and-white porcelain plate.
Item: Porcelain Plate
Details: None
Material: Clay
Era: Modern
Condition: Used
Quality: Poor
Summary: Trash
Market Price: 2 Yuan
Recycling Price: 1 Yuan
Lin Xiao: Damn...
Why are all these things priced so cheaply?
Thinking about it, these mass-produced modern crafts probably only cost a couple of Yuan wholesale.
For this condition, it's already a good deal to sell it for two Yuan.
He picked up one after another, pretending to inspect them, but he was actually checking the system's evaluations.
5 Yuan, 8 Yuan, 20 Yuan, 10 Yuan, 80,000 Yuan, 10 Yuan…
Wait, hold on, something just seemed to float by?
He was about to reach for a vase but froze and turned around, glancing at a three-legged incense burner with a bit of uncertainty.
He picked it up again and the information popped up.
Item: Incense Burner
Details: None
Material: Iron, Copper
Era: Modern
Condition: Used
Quality: Average
Summary: Slightly better trash
Market Price: 10 Yuan
Recycling Price: 7 Yuan
Lin Xiao: ???
What the heck?
Isn't it this one?
His mind was in confusion. He had looked too quickly earlier, and now something worth 80,000 Yuan had popped up, and his brain hadn't caught up.
He looked at the items next to the incense burner: a vase, a jade pendant…
Just a few items.
He picked up one again and checked the price—10 Yuan, 20 Yuan…
Lin Xiao was perplexed. Was the system malfunctioning?
He set the vase down and, at that moment, accidentally brushed his finger across the old newspaper beneath the vase.
Suddenly, the information appeared.
Item: Newspaper
Details: Guangming Daily First Edition, Rare Edition
Material: Pulp
Era: 1949
Condition: Used
Quality: Average
Summary: A collectible item!
Market Price: 80,000 Yuan
Recycling Price: 80,000 Yuan
Lin Xiao was stunned.
There were many reasons for his surprise.
For example, the only valuable thing at this stall was the old newspaper used as padding.
Another reason was that this was the first time he'd seen the system's recycling price and market price match exactly.
So, for items with collectible value, the system offers a higher price?
These thoughts raced through his mind. He casually picked up a jade pendant, continuing to "inspect" it.
The old farmer didn't rush him. After all, someone who looked at everything might genuinely want to buy.
Sure enough, Lin Xiao put down the jade pendant, glanced around, and finally pointed at a large blue-and-white porcelain vase. "How much for this one?"
The old farmer clicked his tongue and began performing. "This is a Qing Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain vase. Not long ago, someone offered 300,000 for it…"
"…" Lin Xiao couldn't be bothered to waste time with him. He directly grabbed the half-meter tall vase and interrupted, "The body's too new, the glaze has small bubbles, the color's uneven, the foot is narrow and long, the pattern's too fine and uniform, the glaze surface is too smooth, the decoration is stiff, the shape is unbalanced… It's clearly fake. Don't waste my time with all that."
He said all that in one breath, then casually offered, "300, take it or leave it?"
Having confirmed it was a fake, Lin Xiao casually threw in a few technical terms from the "Ceramics Recycling Manual" and completely stunned the old farmer.
The old farmer was dumbfounded, and over a hundred viewers in the livestream were just as stunned.
After a long pause, the old farmer quickly nodded and gave a thumbs-up. "Looks like I've met an expert today! 300, I'll sell it to you!"
Lin Xiao pointed at the newspapers beneath the vase and the pile of newspapers next to it. "Wrap it with newspapers, don't let it get damaged. And I'm not taking advantage of you; I'll pay you 1 Yuan for the newspaper. That's 301."
The old farmer smiled and said, "Hey, I won't charge you for the newspapers."
"No, 301," Lin Xiao insisted.
In the antique business, the rule was simple: one pays for what they take.
The old man didn't realize it, but that was his mistake. It wasn't Lin Xiao's fault for getting a bargain.
That's how the antique business worked: if you had the skills, you could find treasures.
As for the seller, once they've been outwitted, they could only watch in regret.