The old lady was clearly at her wit's end. When she got excited, tears streamed down her wrinkles. Qin Hao looked at her, feeling somewhat touched in his heart - unlike the pretentious sellers he had encountered before, this old lady was truly in urgent need of money.
He has already made up his mind:
If it's a loss, then treat it as a good thing.
But in fact... He was quite sure that he wouldn't lose out.
"Well," Qin Hao fixed his gaze on the yellowed manuscript, "I don't want the other two." This book may not be valuable to most people, but to some, it could be a treasure. I'll pay 20,000."
Twenty thousand is no small sum to him, but the spiritual energy contained in this book has far exceeded its market price.
"Twenty thousand for a broken book?" "
Lu Xiaobu almost roared out loud, "You must have been flooded with water!" "
The old lady was so frightened by him that she took a step back and explained in a flustered manner, "I, I said eighteen, not twenty thousand..."
In her eyes, Qin Hao's claim of a high price was simply beyond comprehension.
"Stop the nonsense," Qin Hao had already taken out his phone. "I'll transfer you 20,000 yuan and you give me 20,000 yuan in cash." "
To others, he seems like a fool who doesn't bargain. But only Qin Hao knew that the spiritual energy of this book had brought him changes worth far more than 20,000.
The old lady took the money, thanked her repeatedly, stuffed it into her bosom and held it tightly with her hand - looking as if she had grasped the last straw to save her life.
After seeing the old man off, Qin Hao couldn't help laughing and said, "Let me tell you, I'm sure I didn't lose out." I have to take a good look at what this book actually records."
"Didn't you even read the content?" "!"
Lu Xiaobu was completely speechless. "Brother, you've squandered your wealth to the realm of art." "
While teasing, he went to chat with the girl beside him, still thinking in his mind - should he tell Qin Hao's mother about this as soon as possible?
Qin Hao ignored him and was already immersed in his research.
As the spiritual energy was absorbed by his eyes, his "golden pupils" became more acute than ever before - he could even directly turn the pages with his eyes.
"Relying on..."
Qin Hao exclaimed in a low voice.
He even vaguely sensed that an almost "insight" ability was awakening.
He forced himself to suppress the ecstasy in his heart and continued reading the manuscript. The content is roughly a note from the early Qing Dynasty, on which the era name of Kangxi can be seen. But the paper was severely damaged by oil stains and sweat, and with traditional Chinese characters mixed in, he found it extremely difficult to read.
The last few paragraphs are poems.
He struggled to recognize characters and could only guess.
Go and find Boss Xu?
No, continuous visits are too conspicuous.
Qin Hao decided to study it by himself first.
"By the way, isn't your mom a history teacher?" Come on, take me to your home."
Lu Xiaobu's mother was retired and at home. Hearing Qin Hao's arrival, she excitedly started cooking.
When they heard that he had spent 20,000 yuan on an old book, the two elderly people didn't criticize him. Instead, they were quite curious - after all, Qin Hao had never spent money recklessly since he was a child.
Lu Xiaobu was at a loss for tears.
I was scolded for a whole day just for buying a mobile phone myself. This kind of differential treatment is just too obvious!
After the meal, Qin Hao borrowed a reference book from Lu Xiaobu's mother, which happened to record the verses that appeared in his manuscript.
After getting home, he continued to look it up.
These poems are not the content that would appear in textbooks. After checking, I found out that it was a work by Wang Shizhen, a great poet of the early Qing Dynasty and a literary leader at that time.
Since it is a manuscript by a famous writer from the early Qing Dynasty, its market price would definitely not be only 20,000.
Perhaps... It can still be sold at a higher price.
Qin Hao was thinking to himself, preparing to find an opportunity to show it to Boss Xu.
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It was early in the morning.
The ghost market opens.
The ghost market is actually not as mysterious as the legends say. It is merely a hidden trading point formed by middlemen to avoid inventory checks. It's hard to tell the real from the fake, and it's extremely chaotic.
Qin Hao went in with his "Golden Eyes" and quickly scanned around.
Rain flower stones, antique bricks, cheap collectibles...
There is no spiritual energy at all.
He couldn't help wondering:
- Could this "eye of the Taotie" suddenly lose its effectiveness one day?
So it's necessary to find as many treasures as possible to keep in stock now.
But after going around in circles, I gained nothing.
He decided to change places - to try his luck at the Confucius Temple Antique Market.
I just arrived. The shops over there are still closed. But he suddenly stopped in front of a small stall outside.
An unremarkable collectible - the Wuqi Xian Wenjue.
To outsiders, it may seem ordinary, but within the "Golden Eye", it exudes a subtle yet steady spiritual energy.
Good stuff.
"A fixed price of fifty." "
The vendor casually quoted a price.
Qin Hao readily took out his money and said, "I'll buy it." "
He thought to himself --
This thing is very likely a genuine artifact from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.
Finally, there's a harvest.