The King of Perspective

Coming out of Rujia Hotel, Cui Hao has a feeling of great pride. The world is vast. I dare to wander alone! Of course, he didn't realize that scar Si was hiding in the dark, paying silent attention to everything. At the same time, he reported the details about him to summer.

"What? You said that my disciple knocked over six gangsters with bare hands and was able to exert his whole strength?" Xia was surprised and surprised on the phone.

Nodded for sure, scar said, "boss, I'm also an expert at the peak of dark strength. This can be seen. He really understood the mystery of the whole strength! I can't believe it. It's too fast. I finally understand why he can be looked down upon by your boss."

"Hahaha... Very good! Very good! Fourth brother, find a chance to let your Mu Fenglei fight. Don't hurt him. Give him a setback and let him talk about heaven and earth and eliminate his pride. Understand?" he laughed and gave such an order in summer.

After hiring a taxi, Cui Hao headed for the antique city again.

It's four or five o'clock in the afternoon. It's the busiest time of the day in the antique city. There are a sea of people everywhere. The crowd is surging. Cui Hao integrates into it and looks very insignificant. Who knows that this ordinary looking young man, with perspective eyes, is ten times more powerful than some so-called masters in identifying treasure!

Walking in the crowded street, Cui Hao couldn't help thinking of his previous memories while browsing the items placed one by one.

Also in the antique city, he met Tang Qianqian for the first time, saved her at the same time, and they began to know each other. Thinking of these, Cui Hao felt a trace of sweetness inexplicably in his heart. He was a little frightened. Did he like the baby and the baby's little Lori all day?

"Come and see the good things just collected from the countryside!"

"Little brother, I think you have eyes. Come and see the good things I have here. Look at this ceramic. This is the Tang Tri Color!"

"It's a millennium antique. Unfortunately, no one knows it. Who can identify this baby? Ten thousand yuan. Say goodbye with tears!"

Along the way, Cui Hao saw all kinds of so-called antiques. However, they are basically high imitation. The best one is just a ceramic bottle of the Republic of China. The bottle is priced at 10000. If you buy it, you can make thousands of yuan. However, for Yu Hao, this small money is not much in his eyes and did not buy it.

Finally, Cui Hao came to a booth surrounded by a large number of people.

"Eh? Is there anything good here? There are so many people watching?" Cui Hao walked over.

Pushing aside the crowd, Cui Hao entered and suddenly understood where the booth was selling antiques. It was obviously playing a guessing game. The so-called guessing game is actually that the stall owner quietly wraps his things in newspapers and then takes them out. No one knows what's inside and can bid the price. There will also be some good things. Sometimes no one even bids. You can buy a so-called antique for one or two hundred yuan. This business is very interesting. Some poor Taobao people often patronize one or two.

The owner of this stall is a smart looking middle-aged man with a goatee. His small eyes are rolling, but his mouth keeps saying things one by one, luring everyone around to bid.

Although this business is simple, it is not so easy to make money. You must be absolutely eloquent and lure other people's interests. It is obvious that middle-aged people know this well. At the moment, they are shaking their heads and talking with something wrapped in a newspaper.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't miss it when you pass by! You've regretted your mistake for ten years! Have you seen what I have in hand? I can tell you responsibly that it's valuable! However, his starting price is only 100 yuan! 100 yuan, you can't afford to lose, 100 yuan, you can't be fooled! 100 yuan is not enough for your wife to burn your head, 100 yuan is not enough for you Let's make a big sword! However, a hundred yuan may give you a valuable antique! Think about it, you can spend a little money and have the opportunity to bid for a good antique. What a chance? How rare is this? Well, I don't talk nonsense, start shooting! Everyone bid, and each price increase shall not be less than 100 yuan! "Sighed, The stall owner's mouth was like jumping on a machine gun and said such a series of words in a row.

"When!"

With that, the guy found a Gong from nowhere. The bell sounded and the auction officially began.

Perhaps the middle-aged man's hard-working hook caused a great effect. A group of onlookers began to bid excitedly. The price of this antique, which everyone had never met, soared all the way, and soon reached 3000 yuan. Moreover, looking at that posture, it can increase.

"Three thousand one hundred!"

"Three thousand two hundred!"

"Three thousand three hundred dollars!"

Then there was a burst of bidding. The final price was fixed at a fat man holding a tall beauty. He offered the highest price, 3300 yuan.

Licking his lips, the stall owner said excitedly, "three thousand three hundred yuan, is there anything higher?"

"Three thousand five hundred dollars!" a voice came from an ordinary young man, Cui Hao.

At the moment, Cui Hao pretended to be calm on the surface, but his heart was already excited to shout wildly. Just now, he subconsciously urged the perspective to look at the things in the hands of the stall owner. Suddenly, the newspaper disappeared and a half foot laughing statue of xiaomiller appeared. It was made of black iron. It was rough and seemed to be an antique. Through it, Cui Hao did not feel any flavor of the times, indicating that this object is not an antique. However, in this black iron Miller's body, he was surprised to find an object, increase the ability of perspective eyes, and suddenly saw clearly that it was an exquisite and transparent emerald trigger!

On this trigger, he felt a grand and rich atmosphere, which seemed to come from the antiques of the Tang Dynasty, and the most important thing was that this trigger was the top emerald. Looking at its quality, it was the best of the best!

Cui Hao doesn't know why such a precious emerald trigger is hidden in a black iron Miller Buddha, but he can be sure that the emerald trigger is of amazing value and is very suitable for girls!

Cui Hao was ecstatic. When he saw the emerald pull, he immediately made up his mind to get it!

"Hmm? Who doesn't know what's good or bad and dares to compete with me?"

Holding a beautiful woman and smiling proudly, the short man was stunned. He thought 3300 yuan could be done. Unexpectedly, he finally killed Cheng Yaojin.

Obviously, the little man had a little money. He frowned and said coldly, "five thousand yuan!"

Five thousand dollars!

As soon as these three words came out, the stall owner was immediately overjoyed. What he liked most in their business was to see two rich men fighting for wealth. Therefore, the man looked at Cui Hao with eager eyes.

Cui Hao, the black iron Maitreya Buddha, is determined to get it. Moreover, he is now a rich man with a waist of 200 million. Naturally, he will not be afraid. He immediately smiled coldly and said "10000!"

Surprised, the little man's face was green and his veins jumped wildly. When he saw the woman in his arms looking at him, he clenched his teeth and said, "eleven thousand dollars!"

"Twenty thousand!" there was no expression on his face. Cui Hao directly broke out the price again.

Awesome!

Seeing Cui Hao's gesture, many people present couldn't help feeling. Indeed, he was a rich man.

Seeing Cui Hao's arrogant posture, the little man instinctively wanted to continue fighting, but when he thought about it, he felt it was not worth it. Finally, the woman in his arms said, "darling, why do you spend so much money on something you don't know? Someone just got a bag. It's not expensive. It's more than 10000. Let's buy a bag."

"OK, let's go!" nodded, and the little man left sadly.

Without competitors, Cui Hao bought the black iron Maitreya at a price of 20000. When he and the stall owner returned from the bank, he got the black iron Maitreya as he wished, refused the other party's request to invite him to have a drink and directly chose to leave.