At noon, the sun is shining.

The sun is scorching the earth, scorching the earth, scorching people to the ground.

"His grandmother's, what's the big deal, isn't it just that Lao Tzu is inexperienced? Whoever is experienced in the first place can't give a chance or something. After looking for a job for half a day, Lin Feng almost collapsed, and was once again rejected by the employer on the spot, venting his frustration on the road.

In fact, he had been mentally prepared for rejection for a long time, but when he was rejected by these employers, he really felt really fucking uncomfortable in his heart.

"Damn, I'm almost out of resumes, and that's not enough money to spend these days, do I really have to do some chores?" Lin Feng reluctantly took out his wallet from his body, and finally felt the truth of what is called a dime is hard to die a hero.

Walking along the road in frustration, it was almost noon, Lin Feng ordered a ten-yuan fast food from a nearby fast food restaurant, and came to the park to eat to fill his stomach.

Just when he was eating very well, Lin Feng suddenly heard the sound of the two masters talking, and the first uncle scolded: "You my horse, and now you want to me again, why are you so ruthless!" ”

When Lin Feng heard this, the chrysanthemums suddenly felt tight, I rubbed it, it's so complicated, there is a story in it.

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of rice, swallowed dates, wiped his mouth, burped, and hurriedly walked in the direction where the sound appeared.

When he came to the corner, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth suddenly twitched a few times, and his face turned dark, I'll go, uncle, can you be quiet in the next game of chess!! Is it necessary to be so excited?!

In Lin Feng's field of vision, the two uncles were babbling and playing chess, shirtless, spitting everywhere, as if they wanted to fight, a large circle of people were surrounding, pointing and pointing, so they were not at ease.

Lin Feng, who originally thought that he would see something lively, was extremely disappointed, but just when he wanted to be here immediately, he found that there seemed to be a street in front of him that was very lively, and countless people were going in and out of it.

"Is that an antique street?" Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is the Tumen Street Arts and Crafts Antique Market, a very prosperous street, very spacious and smooth, this avenue is lined with low buildings, the highest is about three floors, dressed in antique, very ancient atmosphere.

In front of these shops, there are many people along the road, with a layer of cloth on top, and they sell them as their own stalls.

Even though it's noon and the weather is hot, it's still bustling and bustling in front of these stalls and the various antique shops.

"There seem to be a lot of people here, is it really that profitable to make antiques?" Lin Feng walked along the street, there was no way to find a job for the time being, and now he didn't know what to do, or take a break here, maybe he could find a new way out.

I have to say that today it seems to be a market, many customers are coming in and out here, and the number of stalls is also unusually large, almost occupying this place, and the surrounding area is very lively.

"How much does this cost?"

"One hundred and eighteen."

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

"How can that? Look at this texture, one hundred and eight is not expensive...... How about seeing how much you like it, with a fixed price of 150? Even if I give it to a patron. ”

"Alas, alas, don't go, or how much do you say to take away? Make an offer. ”

Such scenes can be seen everywhere in the antique street, and Lin Feng has heard a lot of similar conversations, but he, like most people who come here, just appreciates it, and is not ready to buy it.

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

Just after Lin Feng turned around, he was suddenly stopped by a voice: "Young man, come and see, these are all things that have just arrived, and there are no other places, they are all good things." ”

Lin Feng looked back, but it was an old man with gray temples, he was smiling and calling out to himself, and he was setting up a stall next to him.

When my eyes fell, I saw that the stalls were full of bits and pieces, some of which were rusty ancient coins, some were ornaments covered with dirt, and a few pieces of porcelain...... These things, they look like antiques.

"Are these antiques?" Curious, Lin Feng squatted down, took a closer look, put his hand on an ancient coin, and touched it gently.

Suddenly, a purple aura floated out from this ancient coin, and then gently submerged into Lin Feng's right hand, making Lin Feng feel excited immediately.

"This, this is a fake ......" Lin Feng was immediately stunned, because when he touched the ancient coin, a column of information suddenly appeared in his mind: modern industrial assembly line products, fake ancient coins!

Lin Feng couldn't help but gasp deeply, his eyes widened like dumbbells, and he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him at all.

What's going on, what's going on? Why is he able to perceive the information of such a thing? Could it be that everything that just happened was all an illusion? 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, it also showed the same information content, which showed that what had just happened was definitely not an illusion.

"Young man, are you not feeling well?" The old man of the stall couldn't help but ask curiously when he saw Lin Feng's face was blue for a while and purple for a while.

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

"It's okay, young man, do you want to buy an antique and go back to play with it, it's all good things." The old man of the stall wasted no time in selling his goods.

What are you kidding, it's basically a fake, don't say that I don't have money now, I'm really rich, and I'm afraid that I will be cheated to death, Lin Feng just wanted to refuse, but his right hand accidentally touched a broken book.

The reason why it is called a broken book is because the book is so shabby that the words on the cover are almost indecipherable, Lin Feng can only see the four words "Wujing Hand Reading", which seems to be written with a brush, and it seems to have been bitten by insects and mice a few times, shabby and old, basically the kind that no one picked up on the street.

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 Legacy Ink, "Five Classics Hand Reading".

He doesn't know anything else, but Zheng Banqiao he knows, his name has been introduced in primary school textbooks, and the legendary Yangzhou Eight Monsters is very famous!

This kind of ancient celebrity legacy, its value, do you need to think about it more?

"Young man, you're going to buy it?" The old man of the stall obviously saw that Lin Feng seemed to be a little moved, and his eyes suddenly flashed, revealing a trace of shrewdness unique to small traders.