Qin Hao clearly remembers that although the antique market seemed bustling on the surface, people's hearts were far colder than those in any auction hall.
Back then, that young man from the countryside, after being spotted by an old man for his knife money, was targeted on his way to withdraw it. Before he could warm up the huge sum of money, he was stopped and snatched away by someone, and even he was seriously injured.
That scene still sends shivers down Qin Hao's spine to this day.
It is precisely for this reason that he is particularly cautious about his golden eyes.
Never underestimate human greed.
Mr. Li's habit of comparing the value of goods with his mouth made him avoid him even more. Who can guarantee that one day he won't casually talk about "Qin Hao finding a treasure"? With just one sentence, he could attract countless pairs of eyes staring at his prey.
In this day and age, there are far too many people who lose their minds for money.
My stall is right here.
The young man with inverted triangular eyes pointed not far away.
Since it was in this antique market, Qin Hao didn't mind going over to have a look.
"Brother Long, bring out Zheng Banqiao's genuine work." " The young man lowered his voice.
Qin Hao's golden eyes quietly opened - that bird 's-eye view was just like watching a scene from a TV series. From the twitching of the corners of their mouths, the exchange of glances, to the unnatural blinking movements... All the clues were exposed without reservation.
He snorted in his heart:
Oh, it's the low-end type.
The so-called "Brother Long's" stall was filled with bronze wares and coins, which seemed to have a lot of stories to tell, but Qin Hao immediately saw through - these things were more like props rather than collections.
"Nonsense! That painting was already reserved by someone. I've put it away." Aren't you just causing me trouble?" Brother Long put on an impatient act.
Qin Hao almost wanted to give his "acting skills" a one-star bad review.
He is all too familiar with this routine. When I was in this line of work before, I saw too many people playing tricks with genuine and fake antiques. As long as they can cheat them out of money, they will do anything.
"Forget it then. I can't afford this genuine piece either." " Qin Hao took the opportunity to push it out.
The two immediately panicked.
"Come on, bro! This is a once-in-a-lifetime treasure!"
The young man quickly winked and made a hint, both hinting and making it clear: If you don't act now, the guest will run away!
"Well... "All right, can you just take a look?" "
Brother Long immediately changed his mind.
Qin Hao couldn't help but chuckle inwardly - they looked exactly like two charlatans. But it doesn't matter if they just take a look. They don't dare to force their purchases or sales in the market either.
Moreover, he had originally held onto a bit of a glimmer of hope. After all, he had really missed out on that book and that painting before.
Even if I didn't miss out, being able to take a breath of the spiritual energy at the same time can still be considered a gain.
Brother Long was already overjoyed in his heart
This kid is indeed young, half-understanding - the easiest to deceive!
Antiques are the kind of half-baked items that are most easily targeted.
The scroll was unrolled. Bamboo groves, ancient stones, a poem inscribed by Zheng Banqiao, and several seals that seem "old enough".
Qin Hao lowered his head, and a glimmer of golden light flashed in his golden eyes - instantly dimming.
No spiritual energy. Counterfeit goods.
He had already confirmed in his heart:
Truly spiritual objects are at least those from before the Republic of China era.
"I can't see this painting accurately..." You'd better put it away." Qin Hao said indifferently.
This is a tactful way of saying it in the industry - not to expose it, but also not to buy it.
Brother Long was stunned for a moment, but he understood:
Insider talk.
This painting is indeed of high quality - the paper is from the Qing Dynasty, the painting was copied by a master, and even the scroll has been aged. But when facing a "cheat-level" Golden Pupil like Qin Hao, there was still no chance of winning.
Brother Long simply put away the painting and was ready to move on to the next prey. He doesn't believe that everyone is so "lucky".
Qin Hao was rather dejected. The spiritual energy of the Golden Pupil was severely depleted, but after searching for the whole morning, I found nothing.
Facts have once again proved that
It's never that there are too many leaks in the world, but that there are too many traps.
However, he still left his contact information. If smoke were to rise from the ancestral graves of these two people, it's possible that they might have found something good.
Just as I was about to leave, a sudden chirping of crickets rang out.
winter.
Antique market.
Cricket?
Qin Hao immediately stopped in his tracks.
The sound is strong, unlike that of ordinary wild insects. He followed the sound and saw that it was coming from Brother Long.
"Are crickets still in winter?" " Qin Hao raised his eyebrows.
"Hey, little brother, you don't understand this." " Brother Long smiled and patted his chest, "I keep this thing in a gourd, close to my body. It naturally lives very well."
Could you lend it to me for a look?
Qin Hao suddenly became interested.
When he was a child, he lived in a mud house. On summer evenings, he loved to sit on the threshold and play with the crickets in the crack of the door with thin bamboo strips. Those few clear and bright chirping sounds were the music of his childhood.
Brother Long readily handed over the gourd and said, "Don't hold it for too long. It will get cold."
The moment Qin Hao took the gourd, a sudden flash of golden light appeared in his eyes.
-- Reiki. Strong spiritual energy.