At noon, the sun shines brightly.

The sun is burning with scorching scorching on the earth, making everyone weak.

"He***, what's so great about it? Isn't it just that I have no experience? Whoever has experience at the beginning can't give me a chance or something." After searching for a long time, Lin Feng almost collapsed. He was rejected by the employer on the spot and was venting his depression on the road.

In fact, he had long been mentally prepared to be rejected, but when he really felt rejected by these employers, he felt really uncomfortable.

"Damn it, I've almost used up all my resume. This little money is not enough for the expenses these days. Can't I really do some tricks?" Lin Feng took out his wallet helplessly, and finally felt what it means to be a hero who can't kill a dime.

He walked along the road dejectedly, and it was almost noon. Lin Feng ordered a fast food worth ten yuan from a nearby fast food restaurant, and came to the park to eat to fill his stomach.

Just when he was having a good time, Lin Feng suddenly heard the two old men talking, and one old man scolded: "I've gotten fucked my horse, and now I want to fuck me again, why are you so cruel!"

When Lin Feng heard this, the chrysanthemums suddenly became tight. I'm so complicated, there's a story inside.

He didn't care about it, and quickly digged a few mouthfuls of rice, swallowed it whole, wiped his mouth, burped it, and hurriedly walked towards the direction where the sound appeared.

When I came to the corner, Lin Feng's mouth twitched a few times, his face turned dark, I'll just turn, uncle, can I be quiet when playing chess?! Is it necessary to be so excited?!

In Lin Feng's vision, the two old men were playing chess, shirtless and saliva flying, as if they wanted to fight. A large circle of people were surrounding him, pointing fingers, and they were so carefree.

Lin Feng, who originally thought he would see something lively, was very disappointed. Just when he wanted to come here immediately, he found that there seemed to be a street in front of him, with countless crowds coming in and out.

"Where is Antique Street?" Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is a very prosperous street in Tumen Street Crafts and Antiques Market, and it is very spacious and flat. The avenue is lined with low buildings, with the highest of about three floors. It is decorated in antique style and has a very ancient atmosphere.

In front of these shops, many people lay a layer of cloth strips along the road and sold them as their own stalls.

Although it is noon now and the weather is hot, it is still bustling in front of these stalls and in front of various antique shops.

"It seems that many people here. Are antiques really that profitable?" Lin Feng walked along the street. He couldn't find the job for the time being. Now he doesn't know what to do. He should relax here, maybe he can find a new way out.

I have to say that today seems like a market. Many customers come in and out here, and the number of people setting up stalls is unusual, almost filling up the place, and the surroundings are very lively.

"How much does this cost?"

“One Hundred and Eight.”

"It's too expensive, why do you want so much?"

"How can it be? Look at the texture, 18 is not expensive... or you think you like it so much, and the price is 150 yuan, what if I pay it to a customer."

………

"Oh, ah, don't leave, why don't you say how much to take it? Let's make a price."

Such scenes can be seen everywhere in Antique Street, and Lin Feng heard a lot of similar conversations, but like most people who came here, he just admired them and was not ready to buy them.

After all, he is so poor that he almost loses his pants and can't even find the rent. How can he afford these expensive things?!

Just after Lin Feng walked around, he was suddenly stopped by a voice: "Young man, come and have a look. These are the things I just arrived at, there aren't anywhere else. I'm sure they are all good things."

Lin Feng looked back and saw that it was an old man who was nearly 60 years old and had gray hair. He was calling him with a smile, and he was placing a street stall next to him.

My eyes fell and I saw that the street stall was filled with things, some were rusty ancient coins, some were mud-covered ornaments, and several pieces of porcelain... These things looked like antiques.

"Are these all antiques?" Curious, Lin Feng squatted down, looked carefully, put his hand on an ancient coin, and gently touched it.

Suddenly, a purple aura floated out from the ancient coin, and then gently penetrated into Lin Feng's right hand, causing Lin Feng to shudder immediately.

"This is fake..." Lin Feng was stunned, because just when he was touching the ancient coins, a message suddenly appeared in his mind: modern industrial assembly line products, fake ancient coins!

Lin Feng couldn't help but take a deep breath, his eyes staring like dumbbells, and he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

What's going on? What's going on? Why can he sense the information of this kind of thing? Was everything that happened just now all hallucinations? Lin Feng shouted in his heart, his face full of shock.

However, he quickly denied this judgment because when he touched another ancient coin again, he also displayed the same information, which shows that what happened just now was definitely not an illusion.

"Young man, are you feeling uncomfortable?" The old man on the street stall asked curiously when he saw Lin Feng's face turned blue and purple.

Lin Feng then came to his senses and hurriedly said, "No, I, I'm fine."

"It's fine. Should the young man buy an antique and go back to play with it? These are all good things." The old man on the street stall seized the opportunity to sell his goods.

What a joke, it's basically fake. Don't say that I don't have money now, I'm really rich, and I'm afraid I'll be cheated to death. Lin Feng was about to refuse, but his right hand accidentally ran into a broken book.

The reason why it is called a broken book is because the book is too worn, and the words on the cover are almost impossible to distinguish. Lin Feng can only see the four words "Five Classics Readings", which seem to be written on a brush. It seems that it was bitten by a bug and a mouse a few times. It is broken and old, and basically thrown on the street and no one picks it up.

However, Lin Feng was stunned for a moment because his right hand had just touched the book, and a line of information immediately appeared in his brain: Zheng Banqiao's Yimo, "Five Classics Readings".

He doesn't know anything else, but he knows Zheng Banqiao. His name has been introduced in elementary school textbooks. The legendary Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou are very famous!

Do you still need to think about the value of this kind of ancient celebrity’s value?

"Young man, do you want to buy it?" The old man on the street stall obviously saw that Lin Feng seemed to be a little moved, and his eyes suddenly flashed, revealing a hint of smartness that the small vendors had.
Chapter completed!