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Lin Xiao casually said, "20 Yuan, I'll take one if you're selling."

"20?" The vendor chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.

Lin Xiao smiled back. If he wasn't willing to sell, then so be it. He stood up, ready to leave.

Just as he stood, the vendor called out, "Hey, kid, add a little more."

"20, take it or leave it?"

"Ah, business is really tough these days. Fine, fine, I haven't made a sale today anyway, I'll give it to you for 20."

Though the viewers had already witnessed Lin Xiao haggle a 300,000 Yuan vase down to 300 Yuan, they couldn't help but want to comment.

"Damn, is this industry really that absurd?"

"Price started at 100,000, and now it's down to 20 Yuan?"

"Seriously, is there anything real in the antique street?"

"Feels like everything is fake."

"Otherwise, why call it treasure hunting? If everything were real, anyone could just pick it up."

"I'm just curious, is the Yuan Dynasty coin Lin Xiao bought real?"

"Yeah, is it real?"

"Damn, don't tell me Lin Xiao found another hidden treasure?"

The viewers were getting excited and eager.

Lin Xiao paid the 20 Yuan and got up to leave.

Seeing the inquiries from viewers, he spoke, "This Yuan Datou is fake. It's not that easy to pick up treasures."

"Fake? Then why sell it?"

"It's definitely real!"

"Lin Xiao, you're not being honest!"

Lin Xiao rolled his eyes, said nothing, and casually stuffed the coin into his pocket.

He had bought it for the system's recycling.

At that moment, the system's prompt sounded.

"Do you wish to recycle?"

"Recycle!"

"Old item recycled. 2 Yuan has been deposited. Please check your account."

The next second, 2 Yuan appeared in his bank account.

This was legitimate money—no issues even if the tax office investigated.

However, Lin Xiao wasn't recycling just for the 2 Yuan.

He waited quietly.

Sure enough, the system prompt sounded again.

"Coin successfully recycled. Congratulations, the host has obtained the [Modern and Contemporary Coin Recycling Handbook]."

[Modern and Contemporary Coin Recycling Handbook]: Click to learn. You will gain knowledge of all modern and contemporary coins and be able to easily identify coin types and assess their value. No modern or contemporary coin can escape your eyes! From now on, you won't need to worry about someone overpricing their coins. Go ahead, young one, and recycle all modern and contemporary coins in the world!

Lin Xiao's heart leaped with joy—this was it!

However, it was just the handbook for modern and contemporary coins.

He started to notice a pattern.

He had recycled a modern coin, the Yuan Dynasty coin, and thus received the Modern and Contemporary Coin Recycling Handbook.

So, if he wanted to get a handbook for older coins, like those from the Qing or Ming Dynasty, he'd need to recycle coins from those periods?

Interestingly, it seemed like recycling replicas could also yield the corresponding recycling handbook.

That Yuan coin earlier was a replica.

He'd have to try it out when the opportunity arose.

He clicked to learn, and instantly, a flood of information surged into his mind, making his head feel a bit overwhelmed.

He walked to another stall and squatted down, picking up another Yuan Dynasty coin.

At that moment, he didn't even need to check the system's prompt. He could clearly distinguish whether the coin was real or fake.

It felt as though he had already appraised countless Yuan Dynasty coins.

This newfound experience gave him an almost inflated confidence.

He was about to study the items at this stall when a commotion suddenly erupted in the distance.

He turned to look.

About ten meters away, a scruffy young man, no older than seventeen or eighteen, was tightly clutching his pocket, hastily moving away.

The vendor was holding onto him, one hand reaching into his pocket while shouting loudly, "You little brat, you're not following the rules. I told you I wanted this. We agreed on the price, so why are you trying to walk away?"

The young man's eyes were filled with panic as he desperately refused, "I'm not selling, I'm not selling!"

The vendor's face darkened as he growled, "What do you mean, not selling? We agreed! You can't back out now! You're selling it to me today!"

With that, the vendor reached into the boy's pocket. When he pulled his hand out, he was holding several Yuan Dynasty coins, with a few more falling to the ground.

The young man was flustered and angry, quickly picking up the coins from the ground.

The vendor shoved the stolen coins into his own pocket and then handed the boy several large bills. "Here's the money, these Yuan coins are mine now!"

The boy was furious, but the vendor was menacing, and he didn't dare argue. He muttered, "I told you I wasn't selling."

The vendor glared, "Stop talking nonsense. I gave you the money, now get lost!"

Though the boy was angry, he didn't dare to say more. He clenched the remaining coins in his pocket and walked away with quick, small steps.

This scene had caught the attention of several passersby.

Some were curious, some were sneering.

A few looked at the vendor's face, now gleaming with joy as though he had won a prize, and then quickly followed the boy's footsteps.