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The viewers were absolutely furious when they saw the scene unfold.

"Can they still force someone to buy something?"

"Damn, this is straight-up robbery!"

"What's that kid holding in his hand?"

"Looks like a Yuan Dynasty coin."

"It's probably the real deal!"

"Let's drop the 'probably,' it's the real thing! Damn, Boss Lin, hurry up and buy it—this is your chance to get rich!"

"Damn, why wasn't I there? This was a golden opportunity to pick up a treasure!"

"These old coins were probably left behind by that kid's family. That vendor is really something!"

Lin Xiao smiled as he watched the viewers become furious. After letting them stew in anger for a bit, he said, "Do you remember what I said?"

"What did you say?"

"What did Boss Lin say?"

The crowd was confused.

Lin Xiao responded, "I said that this business is full of tricks, and that treasure hunting isn't as easy as it seems."

"Did you see what just happened with that boy and the vendor? That's also a trick of the antique market, and it's actually a common one."

"Trick?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't get it, Boss Lin, can you explain?"

Lin Xiao said, "Simply put, that boy and the vendor are working together. They're putting on a show."

"To put it this way, if you were here and saw that situation, what would your first reaction be? Wouldn't you think that the coins the boy was holding were real? Wouldn't you want to buy them? If you thought like that, then you've fallen into their trap."

The viewers froze for a moment, and then it hit them—they understood!

"Holy crap, they were acting?"

"Was it a script?"

"Damn, it was fake?"

"Holy shit, I really didn't see it! That boy's acting was amazing—I totally bought his look of being wronged."

"The vendor's acting was even better—his menacing look made me want to jump through the screen and hit him!"

"Boss Lin, are you sure you didn't misjudge? What if it wasn't a script?"

"Not a script?" Lin Xiao scoffed and said, "Let me ask you—if you were that boy, and someone was trying to force you to sell, what would your first reaction be?"

"Take it back!"

"Call the police!"

Once they said that, they all understood without Lin Xiao needing to explain further.

"Yeah, if someone was stealing from you, of course, you'd want to get it back."

"Even if you couldn't get it back, you'd at least call the cops."

"But that boy just walked away—this doesn't make sense."

Lin Xiao looked toward the direction the boy had gone, noticing an old man was following him.

He shook his head. "Someone has already fallen for it."

"Damn, that's despicable!"

"The antique market is deep, man, it's really deep."

"Learned something today."

"Boss Lin, aren't you going to help him out?"

"Help him out?" Lin Xiao shook his head. "Why should I help? I'm not that free."

"If you've chosen to come to the antique market for treasure hunting, you have to be ready to pay your dues."

"Besides, taking someone's money is like killing their parents. They're just putting on a show; it's not a crime. If you took it seriously, what can I say?"

"That makes sense."

"But still, it's so frustrating to watch!"

"I was feeling confident, but now I think if I start treasure hunting, I'll probably end up bankrupt."

Lin Xiao didn't pay attention to them anymore and kept walking.

After a while, he stopped again.

About five meters away, there were two men standing by a stall—an old man around fifty years old and a man in his thirties.

The old man took a piece of cloth out of his pocket, and wrapped inside were several silver Yuan Datou.

The man picked them up one by one, examining them closely before finally asking, "How much?"

The old man said, "5,000 each. If you want them, you have to buy them all."

"Seven coins, 35,000?" The man hesitated for a couple of seconds and then said, "Make it cheaper, and I'll take them."

The old man shook his head. "No, it's 35,000. Not a penny less."

The man furrowed his brows. "30,000, take it or leave it?"

"Not selling."

"Then forget it." The man turned and walked away.

A few nearby stall owners saw this and sneered, too lazy to comment.

"Damn, they're playing the same trick here too?"

"Is this place full of actors?"

"Maybe we should send the pretty boys over to learn how to act, because this right here is some real acting!"

"In just this short time, we've already seen two scripts. This is getting scary."

"Is this considered fraud?"

"It's a mutual agreement, nothing illegal here. No one will even listen if you report it."

"Just don't be greedy, and you'll be fine. Everyone hopes for easy money falling from the sky, but that doesn't happen."

Lin Xiao didn't laugh. He was only five meters away when the man picked up the Yuan Datou, and he had noticed it too.

The color, the texture—there was some realness to it.

But whether it was genuine or not could only be determined by feeling it in hand.

Thinking this, Lin Xiao walked closer.

The nearby stall owner, seeing Lin Xiao approaching, sneered to himself and muttered, "Here comes another fool."

Lin Xiao overheard but didn't pay it any mind.

Whether he was a fool or not, that remained to be seen.