Shengshibaojian

In Jiangcheng City at night, Shen Qiu locked himself in a temporary rental house.

There is a wooden shelf in the room, and all kinds of antique porcelain, calligraphy and paintings are placed neatly and neatly, including blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty, large white porcelain pots from the Ming Dynasty, red porcelain plates from the Qing Dynasty, and countless calligraphy and paintings of various celebrities.

Hundreds of collections of antiques are filled with wooden shelves, but unfortunately, none of them are real, and they are all fakes and forgeries without exception.

In just three years, Shen Qiu lost all his family property, a high-end pawn shop, two sets of commercial houses, three luxury cars, and tens of millions of property were thrown away.

Since Shen Qiu entered the industry, he has repeatedly lost money, but he has never found any mistakes. He is also known as a dumbass in this city.

The father was so angry that he had a stroke and passed away, the mother also had a relapse and was admitted to the hospital, and the girlfriend blocked WeChat immediately after learning the truth...

Am I really not suitable for this line of work?Could it be that I, Shen Qiu, are destined to become the sinner of the Shen family?Doomed to be ridiculed for the rest of my life?

Shen Qiu stood in front of the shelf with tears streaming down his face and asked himself, his eyes were full of stubbornness and reluctance. Antiques ruined him with nothing.

Suddenly, he lifted up a piece of blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty, and smashed it on the concrete floor with a clang.

smash!Fuck you blue and white porcelain!

To your white glaze bottle!smash!

clang!clang!

Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings are gone!Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and painting are yours!I don't play anymore!

Shen Qiu smashed all the porcelain, calligraphy and paintings on the shelf, he was reduced to this point, every antique in the house is an accomplice!Not a single tile is innocent!

smash smash smash!All smashed!

The room was in a mess in an instant, and there was only one large bottle with a round belly left on the shelf.

It was a treasure that Shen Qiu bought from a friend in an antique shop at a cost of 800 million. It was said to be a genuine official kiln white milk bottle, but when it was brought back for identification, it turned out to be a high-quality imitation from the Republic of China period.

What Shen Qiu couldn't accept the most was that this thing was not a porcelain vase at all. Experts analyzed that it might be an urn used to hold ashes in the Republic of China era.

Urn?

Shen Qiu actually took the urn back as blue and white porcelain? 800 million to take back a columbarium?

It was only later that Shen Qiu found out that the so-called good buddy set up a trap to harm him, and used a high imitation urn to defraud the Shen family of a pawn shop worth tens of millions.

As a result, Shen Qiu became the biggest joke in Jiangcheng. Almost everyone in the antique world knew that there was an idiot rich second generation who spent 800 million to buy a Republic of China urn...

smash!smash!smash!

To the fucking urn!smash it!

Shen Qiu got up angrily, the white ashes urn crashed to the ground, and his heart was also torn apart.

However, the moment the ashes urn fell to the ground, a white light exploded from it, bursting into Shen Qiu's eyebrows with a puff.

Ah!

Shen Qiu first felt a strong burning heat, and then his mind went blank.

"Wake up..."

Splitting headache!

Who is talking!

"From now on, you are me, and I am you!"

Loads of memories pouring in!

Pictures of various porcelains, calligraphy and paintings, jade wares, and the Four Treasures of the Study flashed before his eyes, as well as many memories about the collection of Wenwan and Fengshui erudition...

This... this... what's going on?

It seems that there are a lot of memories about antique collection in my mind inexplicably!As small as a walnut finger, as large as celebrity calligraphy and painting, strange stone jewelry, he is proficient in everything!

He suddenly picked up a fragment of an ashes urn on the ground, and a few traditional characters happened to be engraved on it.

Wang Qianshi!

Wang Qianshi...

He suddenly felt that the name seemed familiar, and suddenly, he remembered it.

Could it be that Wang Qianshi, the master collector in the period of the Republic of China mentioned in the antique collection book, collected enough to cover ten museums in his lifetime! ?

Could it be that this is Wang Qianshi's ashes urn?

Shen Qiu pinched himself fiercely, and he finally realized that because he smashed his ashes urn, he unexpectedly possessed his lifelong collecting experience for no reason!

He casually picked up a dark green jade stone on the ground.

This is a safety buckle made of jade. The overall shape is a perfect circle, with a square opening in the middle.

This Pingan buckle was also a business introduced by a good buddy. At that time, the boss claimed that it was the finest Hetian jade, with a smooth and clear surface, rounded edges and corners, and an extremely rare "mountain and river picture" scene formed in it. If you buy it for 30 yuan, you can flip it if you change hands. several times.

Shen Qiu brought the jade button to him and glanced at it, and immediately noticed the flaws in it.

The material of the jade button is actually not Hetian jade, but Lantian jade produced in Shaanxi. The landscape painting in the middle is also hand-made, and the traces of hand-grinding can be seen at a glance!

This kind of security deduction cost at most a few hundred yuan, and those bastards cheated him 30 yuan back then!

Shen Qiu looked at the other "treasures" in the room one after another, and he could determine the authenticity with just one glance.

It’s incredible!

Shen Qiu took a deep breath and was extremely excited. He actually possessed the memory of Master Jianbao, so he would definitely be able to avenge his shame and regain the dignity of the Shen family!

"Jingle bell... Jingle bell..."

The urgent ringtone interrupted Shen Qiu's daydreams, and on the other end of the phone was the cold voice of the hospital nurse: "Shen Qiu, come to the hospital to pay the money as soon as possible, your family account is already in arrears of thirteen thousand, if you don't pay the money, your family can only pay in advance." out of the hospital."

Shen Qiu hung up the phone and hurried out the door, and the hospital was urging her mother for her medical bills.

There are only a few hundred yuan left in his pocket, which is not enough to pay the medical expenses. Originally, he was going to bite the bullet and ask his relatives to borrow money. Now he hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the antique market with the few hundred yuan left go.

Jiangcheng City is a well-known historical ancient capital in the country, especially the antique market here is particularly prosperous. There are hundreds of antique stalls on both sides of the street alone, and strange legendary stories of picking up treasures are staged every day.

When Shen Qiu stepped into the antique street, he attracted the attention of the stall owners.

"Isn't this the young master of the Shen family? You are the one who bought an ashes urn for 800 million yuan! Today you came to the Antique Street to search for treasures again!"

"If you are rich, you are rich. If you don't lose tens of thousands of yuan every day, your skin will itch!"

"Master Shen, come to me! I have a high-quality boutique here, and you must buy it back and make a fortune hehe!"

The peddlers on both sides had an endless stream of discussions, they clearly knew that Shen Qiu had fallen to the point of despair, and they deliberately poured salt on his wound with their throats.

Shen Qiu is already used to these people's taunting. Wang Qianshi's memory made him understand a little bit, especially in the antique business, what is playing is mentality.

The stalls in the antique street are full of treasures, such as porcelain, famous paintings, and copybooks, but the moisture in them is very deep, and most of them are ordinary objects that make up for money. If you want to find valuable treasures inside, you have to look Personal vision and luck.

Almost halfway through, Shen Qiu inadvertently stopped in front of a stall selling gold and silver jewelry.

The owner's booth mainly sells gold and silver jewelry, and there are many and miscellaneous things, including golden hairpins, necklaces, and bracelets, as well as silver bracelets, ruyis, rings and other decorations, and even ancient jewelry. Gold ingots of silver taels and horseshoe gold.

Shen Qiu's gaze stayed on a wooden headdress on the booth.

It was an ordinary wooden headdress, in the shape of a crescent moon as a whole. There were many peach blossoms carved on both sides of the headdress, and the whole body was dark in color. Looking closely, the shape was old-fashioned, and the workmanship was rough, and even the heart of the peach blossoms did not appear.

Just as he was about to start his palm eye, a beautiful woman suddenly took a step ahead.

The woman combed a clean ponytail and looked like she was in her 20s. She was wearing sunglasses, a small bag, a white T-shirt and skinny jeans. She had a proud and vigorous figure.The body exudes bursts of pleasant fragrance of jasmine.

The woman snatched the wooden headgear before Shen Qiu, and quickly grasped the headgear in her hand, her movements were quite sophisticated, and she could be seen as a veteran of shopping for goods.

Shen Qiu was speechless for a moment, according to the rules of the antique business, first come, first served, it's a first come, first served, and it's hard to see something, but this young woman took the lead.

The fat boss was immediately overjoyed when he saw it, and he hurried up and said: "Young lady has good eyesight! This is my treasure at the bottom of the box!"

Before the fat boss could finish his sentence, the beautiful woman pouted and shook her head, "Okay, don't praise it! Girl, I misread it. You are made of ordinary pine wood. I almost thought it was made of huanghuali!"

The beautiful woman looked disappointed, turned around and stuffed the pine headdress into Shen Qiu's hand: "Young Master Shen will return it to you..."

Shen Qiu breathed a sigh of relief. Looking carefully, this headdress was an item of ordinary people's homes. Poor families couldn't afford gold and silver jewelry, so they just found decent branches to make a living. The headdress is made of pine wood, which is so cheap. The wood on the side has no real value, let alone any collection value.