Super mall system

Chapter 260
Walking to the antique stall speechlessly, Zhao Hao heard all kinds of cries.

"Peerless treasure, as long as [-], you can't buy a car, you can't buy a house, and you can't travel to Moscow, but you can buy a family heirloom, as long as [-], as long as [-]."

"Yuan blue and white, authentic Yuan blue and white, come and see, 2000 yuan to sell to you, absolutely innocent."

What was even more exasperating was that there was an uncle with a beard who unexpectedly left the booth out of a mysterious state of mind and introduced him to Zhao Hao.

"Come here, little brother, come and take a look at this porcelain. This is the porcelain handed down from my ancestors. You can't miss it when you pass by."

"Did it come down from your ancestors?"

Looking at the things on his booth with his perspective eyes, Zhao Haotian raised his eyebrows and asked if he didn't find any antiques.

"Sure, several pieces of porcelain here are handed down from my ancestors, but which ones are it depends on your eyesight, young man."

"Wow, that makes sense, come and see."

Zhao Hao followed the bearded vendor to his booth.

"Little brother, don't buy things here, there are a lot of fakes here." A middle-aged man passed by Zhao Hao and reminded him in a low voice.

"Hey, what are you talking about, don't frame me." The stall owner immediately became anxious.

"That's right, don't disturb other people's business." The tour guide ran over when he saw this scene, and said something to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged people who got involved had to mutter and look elsewhere.

"Come on little brother, please look at this, it's absolutely genuine, it can't be more authentic, this is the blue and white of the Yuan Dynasty in 1300, it was handed down by my ancestors."

The stall owner excitedly picked up a fake product and showed it to Zhao Hao, "If you don't believe me, the bottle still has that year's vintage at the bottom."

"Really?"

Zhao Hao showed an expression of disbelief, and at the same time used his internal force to carve a number on the bottom of the bottle, 2000, February 2th.

"Is there still a fake? Let me show you." The stall owner lifted the bottle and showed the bottom to Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao also smiled, "This is the year name of the Yuan Dynasty, but what the hell is this, 2000, no way, your ancestors are so young? And this, February 2th, this is also Don’t worry too much, where did the number 50 come from in February, but I know it’s 2.”

"Ah, how is it possible?" The stall owner opened his mouth like a frog's mouth, quickly looked at the bottom of the bottle, and then saw the string of dates that Zhao Hao left for him.

"Here, this is my blindness. Let's take a look at this. This is Ding Kiln porcelain from the Song Dynasty. You only need 1 yuan." The stall owner hurriedly took out another porcelain.

"No way, show me the bottom. I doubt it is also a masterpiece in 2000."

Zhao Hao had already engraved the date of February 2000, 2 on everything in his booth, and said with a smile.

"Ah, it can't. The one just now was a mistake. This is guaranteed not to be true. I've seen it."

"Everything is possible." Zhao Hao made a gesture of invitation.

"It's absolutely." The stall owner lifted the bottom of the bottle with a smile, and when he saw the familiar string of numbers, his smile was uglier than crying. "Perhaps it is still possible."

(End of this chapter)