Starting with 80,000 Times Profit

"Newspaper? This is what you want appraised, a newspaper?"

"Yes."

The man twitched his lips, about to joke that Lin Xiao must be messing with him. But then Lin Xiao said, "It's the Guangming Daily first edition, a rare edition."

The man made a small sound of surprise, glanced at the newspaper in his hand, and said, "Wait a moment, I'll make a quick call to check."

He dialed the phone and, while waiting, continued, "Each field has its own expert. I know antiques well, but when it comes to modern items like this, I don't really know much. But I have a friend who collects these old things."

The phone connected.

"Hey, Lao Feng, I've got a Guangming Daily first edition here, rare edition. Do you know anything about it? Oh… alright, get on it quickly, the customer is waiting."

He hung up the phone and said, "Please sit, my friend will be here soon. He lives nearby, so he'll be fast."

Lin Xiao nodded and sat down.

The man poured him a cup of tea.

"Thank you," Lin Xiao said as he took the cup.

The moment the cup touched his hand, relevant information appeared.

When he saw that the market price of this cup was 40,000 Yuan, Lin Xiao's hand trembled, and some tea spilled over.

He quickly regained composure, switching hands casually and sipping from the cup. Then, pretending to be casual, he stared at the cup in his hand.

After a while, he smiled and said, "You have good taste, boss, even your tea cup is an antique."

The man was surprised. "You can tell?"

Lin Xiao nodded. "This is from the late Qing Dynasty, if I'm not mistaken, it's from one of the three famous kilns of the Qing government, the Pingxiang kiln in Jiangxi. Even just this cup would be worth at least 30,000 to 40,000 on the market."

This time, the man was truly shocked.

Few people could discern antiques, and even fewer could do so with such precision.

After learning for a few years, many people could tell with careful inspection.

And since his cup was in such good condition, it was even easier to identify.

But to immediately pinpoint the exact year and kiln—this was impressive.

Not everyone could do this.

The man, now serious, said, "I am Xu Rushan. How should I address you, sir?"

"Lin Xiao."

"With just a glance, you could tell the exact details of this cup. Even many experts in treasure appraisal wouldn't be able to do that. Mr. Lin, you seem to have a deep understanding of ceramics."

"I've indeed studied it."

Lin Xiao didn't pretend to be modest.

After all, he was here to sell something—especially antiques.

Though the newspaper was from the modern era, it still counted as a semi-antique.

Selling this item meant he was worried about others undervaluing it.

Thus, showcasing his expertise was necessary.

Once again, the viewers were stunned.

"Holy crap... This streamer really knows his stuff!"

"And his skills are top-notch!"

"Isn't the real question that this cup is expensive? A thing like this is worth 30,000 to 40,000?"

"Antiques are always expensive, but this kind of item isn't something just anyone can afford."

"Streamer really seems to know the antique business!"

"I thought the streamer was just putting on a show, but turns out he actually knows his stuff?"

"So, the newspaper the streamer bought for 300 is really valuable?"

"Not 300, it's 301!"

"Stop with the 301 nonsense, it's just 1 Yuan! The 300 was for the vase, the newspaper was an extra!"

"Extra? You believe that? The streamer clearly bought the vase for the newspaper. If he'd just bought the newspaper alone, even the seller would have noticed something was off."

"The streamer knows the game!"

"I just want to know how much this newspaper is worth!"

Around twenty minutes later, a man in his forties, bald, entered the shop.

Upon entering, he immediately called out, "Old Xu, where's the newspaper?"

"It's here."

Xu Rushan greeted him and introduced, "This is Lao Feng, and this is Mr. Lin Xiao."

Lao Feng shook hands with Lin Xiao, but his eyes immediately fell on the newspaper on the table.

Without wasting words, he asked, "This is the one?"

Lin Xiao nodded, and Lao Feng said, "Let me have a look."

Lin Xiao handed him the newspaper. He spread it out and laid it flat on the table.

Lao Feng examined it carefully, turning it over and scrutinizing it for several minutes, before finally saying, "It's indeed the first edition of Guangming Daily. It's in good condition, no damages—quite a miracle, really."

It truly was a miracle.

After all, it was just a newspaper, and after being used to pad things a few times, it would've been destroyed.

Lin Xiao guessed that the vendor had probably just started using it as padding today.

It was pure luck that he came across it.

Lao Feng said, "Do you want to sell it?"

"Sell."

"60,000!" Lao Feng immediately offered a price. Xu Rushan, standing aside, tried to speak but ended up coughing repeatedly.

Lao Feng looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong? Your throat bothering you? Did you take your medicine?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Since the offer was made, Xu Rushan couldn't say anything.

Lin Xiao shook his head. "80,000."

He quoted the market price the system had given him.

The market price didn't necessarily mean it was the final price; it could be cheaper or more expensive.

What mattered was rarity.

A newspaper from the last century, the first edition, still intact—such items were few and far between.

Given the rarity, anyone who was interested would pay—not just 80,000, but possibly 800,000.