What's going on?

Holding this snuff bottle in your hand, this message appears in your mind. Is it an illusion?

Lu Yan immediately put down the snuff bottle in his hand, and the information in his mind immediately disappeared. When he picked it up again, this information appeared again.

Lu Yan tested it several times, but it was still the case. Obviously, this is not an illusion.

So Lu Yan reached out and picked up another snuff bottle, but no information was displayed in his mind.

Lu Yan took several different snuff bottles in the test, but there was no information displayed, only one would be there at the beginning.

Why is this happening, what does this mean?

Lu Yan was a little confused and thought about it carefully.

This seems to be the same as my own automatic diagnosis of medical skills. As long as you put your hand on the patient's pulse, you can automatically diagnose the patient's condition.

Now that I picked up this snuff bottle, this information appeared in my mind.

According to the information displayed, it belongs to the name of the snuff bottle and the age of production.

If you say this, your hands seem to have the ability to automatically appraise treasures!

In an instant, Lu Yan remembered that when he was sleeping, he dreamed that he had obtained a treasure book called "The Secret Technique of Dragon Gate", which incorporated abilities such as doctors, treasure appraisal, Feng Shui, and ancient martial arts.

I have obtained the medical ability to automatically diagnose the disease and the ancient martial art "Tiger Roaring Fist". According to the current situation, I have now obtained the automatic treasure appraisal ability.

As long as it is an antique, put it on by yourself, the details of the antique will be displayed.

It won’t show it, just like the medical skills and supernatural powers. If you are not sick, you will not show any information if you take your pulse.

Thinking of this, Lu Yan's heart moved and he secretly held the snuff bottle in his hand.

Although Lu Yan doesn't understand antiques, this snuff bottle was from the late Ming Dynasty and was an antique, and it was worth a lot of money no matter what.

Thinking of this, Lu Yan grabbed the snuff bottle in his hand, looked at the street stall owner and asked, "Boss, how much does this cost!"

The street stall owner is a greasy uncle in his forties. He has a smile on his face and looks harmless, but in fact he is very bad.

He observed Lu Yan for a long time, picked up this and then put it down, and he knew he was a novice, because the old antique oils would not take action easily, and he would only start after seeing it accurately.

After watching for a long time, Lu Yan finally picked up the one he had, which showed that he liked the one he was holding now.

This is easy to deal with, you can kill Lu Yan!

"Hehe, little brother, you have a vision. The snuff bottle in your hand is the best one in my store. When I collected it in the late Qing Dynasty, people said that Puyi might have used this thing, and it is a rare good thing!"

The street stall owner looked at Lu Yan and said with a smile, "Little brother, if you like it, I will give it to you at a loss!"

Lu Yan listened, with a speechless look on his face. This boss is obviously nonsense. If it were something Puyi used, you could still use it here to set up a stall. Just kidding, you wouldn't take it home and hide it in the bed.

It is clear that the owner of this street stall doesn’t know the value of this snuff bottle, so he is just fooling himself!

"If you don't sell it for two hundred yuan, I will pay for it if I don't sell it, and if I don't sell it, I won't forget it!"

Lu Yan put it down after saying that.

"Hey, little brother, how could you bargain like this? People bargained down little by little, and you cut off my major artery at once!"

The street stall owner looked at Lu Yan and said, "Let's do this, 9500, give it to you, how about it!"

"Just two hundred, just be OK, if not, just be knocked down!"

Lu Yan said lightly.

"Brother, you...this is too low."

"Then forget it, Sister Lan, let's go!"

Seeing that the boss refused, Lu Yan immediately pulled Chen Lan away.

"I'll give it to you!"

The street stall owner saw that Lu Yan was about to leave and quickly agreed.

After listening, Lu Yan quickly took out two hundred yuan and handed it to the street stall owner, then picked up the snuff bottle and said happily, "Thank you, boss!"

"Hey, little brother, you really know how to bargain. I'm so sorry. You have to bring more people to take care of my business in the future!"

The street stall owner looked at Lu Yan with a bitter face and said, in fact, he earned Lu Yan 180 with tears, because his purchase price was 20 yuan.

"Boss Gao, do you have any new things?"

At this time, an old man in a navy blue Tang suit appeared in front of the stall. He was about sixty years old, with a white beard, holding a string of beads in his hand and playing with it. His body vaguely exuded a different aura than ordinary people.

"Oh, Master He, you are here, waiting for you!"

When the street stall owner saw the old man, his face was filled with respect, "Wait a minute, I'll take out the things!"

"Look, Master He is here, go and have a look!"

"Master He is a famous treasure appraiser in Jiangcheng. Let's go over and learn!"

"Yes, let's see how they appraise treasures!"

At this time, many people around him gathered over when they saw Master He. Suddenly, the snuff bottle stall was stuffed into pieces.

Lu Yan and the others originally wanted to leave, but they couldn't leave either.

"Master He, this, you have a palm of your eyes!"

At this time, the street stall owner took out a brocade box and opened it, and there was a brass snuff bottle lying inside. "I took this thing for a long time to get it. It's rumored that it was used by Puyi. What do you think!"

Master He nodded, reached out to take it, took a closer look, and then smiled and said, "I can't see this, is there anything else?"

As he said that, Master He handed the thing back to the street stall owner.

The street stall owner suddenly looked ugly because it meant that this thing was a fake.

In the antique business, in addition to professional appraisal experts who appraise treasures, they will tell you whether the authentic or fakes are. When ordinary collectors look at antiques, they will not directly say that the authenticity is true or fake.

Because directly saying it is a fake will greatly affect the value of the thing. If it is true, you will take a look at it yourself and say it is fake, it will cause the seller to suffer serious losses. The seller may just use a knife to kill you. This is an example!

At the same time, identification errors will also affect your reputation!

So generally speaking, collectors think that things are fake, so they say they can't see them, which means that this thing is fake.

Unless you have a deep hatred with the seller, you won’t tell it directly!

The street stall owner bought this item at a high price. When he heard Master He say this, he was anxious, "Master He, please take a look?"

"No need to look at it, take something else!"

"Nothing else!"

The street stall owner felt depressed.

Master He listened, feeling a little regretful and turned around and wanted to leave.

At this time, Master He suddenly glanced at the snuff bottle in Lu Yan's hand, stopped immediately, staring at the snuff bottle in Lu Yan's hand for a few seconds, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"My friend, can you let me see this thing in your hand?"

Master He stepped forward and looked at Lu Yan and asked.
Chapter completed!