Newspapers actually have high collection value, especially newspapers from the Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. Very few of them can be left behind. If there are genuine ones, they are worth tens or hundreds of thousands.
After the founding of New China, there were many valuable newspapers, but these newspapers usually depended on which issue they were.
For example, on July 1, 1997, when Hong Kong returned to China, some of the more influential newspapers in the country, such as Renming Daily and Wen Wei Po, published "silk editions". Now, on July 1, 1997,
A Japanese color silk edition of "Renmin Daily" can be worth tens of thousands.
As for those who died on October 1 and October 2, 1949, they will be worth more tomorrow.
It is very simple to tell the authenticity of a newspaper, just look at its year and handwriting. The handwriting of genuine newspapers is relatively clear.
The newspaper that Mr. Cheng took out was the "Times", and it was actually the discontinued edition, which was the last edition, which was particularly precious.
"The Times" was a newspaper published by the royalists in Shanghai during the Republic of China.
Zhou Zichen read for a long time and found that his eyes seemed to see through these newspapers and directly see their "inside". The inside was rows of small lines, arranged into a whole, and the whole was beige.
Zhou Zichen already has a certain understanding of the superpowers of his eyes. When distinguishing the years, they have different colors. The most recent one is white, and it has a gradient from yellow to orange from one hundred to five hundred years.
By one thousand years it will be a gradient from orange to green.
In order, they are yellow, orange, green, blue, cyan, purple, and red. As for what comes after the red, Zhou Zichen doesn't know because he has never seen anything like this for so long.
Through the power of his eyes, Zhou Zichen quickly confirmed that the newspaper was authentic. Judging from the year alone, it was enough, and the handwriting was also very clear.
After Zhou Zichen finished reading it all, Cheng Ye only read half of it.
Mr. Cheng was also a little surprised by Zhou Zichen's speed: "Xiao Zhou, are you sure you're watching?"
Zhou Zichen nodded: "It should be almost done."
Zhou Zichen was not too sure. If he won, it would save some face for Cheng Ye.
After waiting for more than an hour, Cheng Ye finished reading them all.
Mr. Cheng took out two pieces of paper and asked the two of them to write down in order whether these things were genuine or fake.
In the end, Zhou Zichen saw that there were six fakes and four genuine ones.
What Cheng Ye saw were seven fakes and three genuine.
Mr. Cheng glanced at the papers written by the two of them and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhou got everything right. Cheng Ye, you spent an hour more than Xiao Zhou. You also made one mistake in identifying the authenticity. That newspaper
It’s true.”
Cheng Ye was not convinced: "There are two typos in this newspaper. Generally, newspapers will be proofread, and the probability of typos is very small."
Mr. Cheng smiled slightly and said: "Currently, I know that there are only two copies of the ceased edition of the Times, one of which is in my possession. It is good that you can see these two typos, but the two copies of the "Times" that were left behind
The two words "Times" are both typos, but the age of this newspaper is similar to the year when the Times ceased publication. In other words, whether these two newspapers were made by someone involved or were really wrong,
There is no way to verify that they are genuine.”
"Even if these two typos didn't mislead you, you would still lose if you saw it correctly. In terms of time, you are more than an hour behind Xiao Zhou."
Cheng Ye suddenly stopped talking, but it was not difficult to see from his eyes that he was still a little unconvinced.
Thinking about it, it's normal for Cheng Zichen to feel uncomfortable because Zhou Zichen was meddling in his own shop.
"Okay, you have seen what Xiao Zhou is capable of, and you took advantage of it. There is a fake here that you looked at, but you didn't recognize it at the time. I deliberately gave you a chance and you didn't win. Are you not convinced?" Mr. Cheng saw that Cheng Ye was still not convinced and scolded him.
But Zhou Zichen knew that this was because Mr. Cheng didn't want him to have prejudices in his heart and was afraid that he would find another way out because of Cheng Ye.
"Mr. Cheng, don't talk about Brother Cheng. I haven't finished the hot pot yet. I'm not full yet. Keep eating!"
After eating and drinking, Zhou Zichen stood up and said goodbye.
Mr. Cheng took out a bank card: "Xiao Zhou, I want to thank you for what happened this morning. Talking about money is tacky to begin with, but today we also have to work as cooks, so we need to figure things out clearly to avoid future problems. Misunderstanding, there are 100,000 in it, just to thank you."
Zhou Zichen was slightly startled when he heard this: "Mr. Cheng, we were discussing things before becoming a waiter. How can we be confused with a waiter? We can't take this money."
But Mr. Cheng forced it on Zhou Zichen: "Just keep it! We are friends. You helped me, so I have to thank you. If you don't help me, I will lose not only a hundred thousand, but also at least one person." A collection worth millions, now I give you 100,000 yuan just for the money."
"Dad, did you get an eye surgery today?" Cheng Ye also understood. He knew very well that his father hadn't had an eye surgery for five or six years, but he actually got one today.
Mr. Cheng told what happened at noon today. Cheng Ye looked at Zhou Zichen with complicated eyes and persuaded him: "Brother Zhou, just keep the money! It's not much anyway, we are in this business. For a million-dollar item, the handling fee is only ten thousand or twenty thousand, and you helped my dad recover a loss of more than one million yuan, so this hundred thousand is nothing."
After some persuasion, Zhou Zichen couldn't resist and still accepted the money. Another reason was that the money was not too big for both parties. Who can open a store here and whose wealth cannot exceed ten million?
"Brother Zhou, do you want to see me off?" Cheng Ye asked.
Zhou Zichen smiled and said: "No, it's still early. Brother Cheng, please stay with Mr. Cheng for a while."
Mr. Cheng interrupted: "Xiao Zhou, if you want to run around in the future, it's more convenient to buy a car."
Zhou Zichen thinks Mr. Cheng's suggestion is a good one. He always travels to several places, and it's inconvenient without a car. Motorcycles are fine when it doesn't rain, but it's really inconvenient when it's windy and rainy, especially in winter.
When we left the antique street, it was already afternoon, and there were fewer people coming and going in the antique street.
I was about to go to the street to take a taxi back, but I found two people walking towards me, one wearing a shirt and the other wearing a T-shirt.
Zhou Zichen recognized the two crooks at a glance. He saw that they were still holding steel pipes in their hands. Because they were afraid of running away, they deliberately outflanked them from two directions.
Zhou Zichen stopped and waited for the two people to come over.
"Boy, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for us two brothers? Either give us money or eat sticks, it's your choice!" one of them asked with a sneer.
Zhou Zichen also looked cold: "If you don't do human affairs, how can you still have the nerve to come back?"
"In the antique business, it's all about eyesight. They can't tell for themselves, so why do they blame us?" The man in the shirt retorted matter-of-factly.
Zhou Zichen really didn't know how these people had the nerve to say that, even if you were shameless and bought a fake product and others didn't spot it, then admit it, there is no one else like these two people who cheated and said it so confidently.
"Get out of here, I feel dirty when I see people like you." Zhou Zichen said, looking at the steel pipes in their hands: "I advise you not to do anything, you..."
Before Zhou Zichen could say anything, the two men rushed up waving steel pipes: "I asked you to be tough. If you don't give me money today, I will dare to maim you and then pay you. I have plenty of money!"
Zhou Zichen watched a steel pipe coming towards him, and Zhou Zichen stretched out his hand to block it.
"when……"
It made a dull sound.
"Dang Cang..."
Before Zhou Zichen let out a cry of pain, the man who hit Zhou Zichen's shirt with a steel pipe was shaken by the force of the rebound from the steel pipe, and the steel pipe fell to the ground.
Zhou Zichen raised his foot and kicked the man in the shirt. The man was kicked to the ground and rolled several times before stopping.
When the man in the T-shirt saw this, he felt that one of Zhou Zichen's hands must be disabled. He had a steel pipe, but he couldn't beat someone with a disabled hand? Then another steel pipe came down.
Zhou Zichen suddenly felt that the man in the T-shirt was moving slowly. He seemed to have many ways to avoid or block this move. However, he found that his body seemed to become extremely heavy and he could not reach the budget in his mind.
The speed can almost be said to be turtle speed.
This feeling passed away in a flash. Zhou Zichen had no choice but to use the simplest block and continue to block the steel pipe with his arms. Although the steel pipe looked menacing and its strength was indeed inferior, it did not cause much harm to Zhou Zichen.
, the strengthened bones, with such little strength, it is difficult to cause effective damage to Zhou Zichen, but the flesh will still suffer some pain.
"when……"
"ah……"
With another kick, Zhou Zichen also kicked the man in the T-shirt away.
When the two men saw that Zhou Zichen was so good at fighting, they didn't care about the cruel words they had said before. They got up with all their strength and tried to run away.
Zhou Zichen picked up the steel pipe on the ground and quickly caught up with the man in a shirt. Because he was running pretty fast, the other man kicked him in the stomach and he couldn't stand up straight.
A stick hit him.
"Pa..."
"ah……"
"Pa..." Another steel pipe went down.
"Brother...brother, I was wrong, stop fighting! Ah..."
"Pa..."
"Brother, I will give you money. I have money. I really give you money. Ah..."
Zhou Zichen grabbed the shirt-sleeved man's feet, dragged him and chased the other one.
The man in the T-shirt turned pale with fright, but he couldn't stand upright now and still had the energy to run. He was caught by Zhou Zichen after a while.
Zhou Zichen tied the two people together and asked them to lie on the roadside. The steel pipe was also thrown on the ground. He took out his mobile phone to call the police.
Unexpectedly, these two people were still standing straight, so they grabbed the steel pipe and pushed it up on Zhou Zichen's knee.
Zhou Zichen felt angry. Although the stick did not cause any harm to him, it was very annoying.
Zhou Zichen looked at the two of them. They were really scared now. The man in the T-shirt holding the stick quickly threw away the steel pipe: "Brother, brother, I didn't mean that!"
"I didn't mean it, and I didn't mean it either!" Zhou Zichen raised his foot and kicked it down.
"Brother, I have an old man above me, a young man below me, and money. I'll give you money, one hundred thousand, okay..."
"It's great to be rich, isn't it? I'm rich too!" Zhou Zichen said and kicked him again.
After a while, the two of them were beaten with bruises and bruises by Zhou Zichen.
Seeing the appearance of the two of them, Zhou Zichen's anger was almost gone. As soon as he stopped, he saw a police car parked on the side of the road.