Chapter 123 - Chapter 123: Chapter 120: Mr. Lin Takes Action, This is the Real Scam! (Please Subscribe)_2 (2/2)

It’s the same old saying, those with a conscience can’t make a lot of money, and those who earn a lot of money… can’t all be tarred with the same brush, perhaps 99.9 percent of them.

Lin Chuan watched Liu Qing guiding the Little Landlady through bracelet selections, and it was time for him to start his own performance.

“Xinxin, Aunt Liu, I’m going to look around downstairs to see if I can find a small gift for you,” Lin Chuan called the Little Landlady ‘Xinxin’ for the first time, which felt quite awkward.

“Chuan, go ahead.”

The Little Landlady, a perfect actress, managed not to burst into laughter.

“Lin, be careful with those small vendors,” Liu Qing warned.

Lin Chuan scratched his head with a naive look and said with some embarrassment, “Aunt Liu, the stuff here is too expensive, and I’m a bit short on money…”

“Aunt Liu will help you.”

“I want to buy a gift for Xinxin with my own money,” Lin Chuan said with sincere determination.

“It’s rare for you to be so thoughtful,” Liu Qing said with a smile.

Afterward.

Lin Chuan went downstairs and started browsing the small vendors’ stalls.

“Boss, how much is this coin?”

“Young man, you’ve got an eye for quality! This is a ‘Fengtian One Tael,’ one of a kind, no other branch stores, a flat price of three million!”

“Thirty, I’ll take it.”

“Thirty thousand, deal!”

“Uncle, what dream are you having in broad daylight? This is a high-quality replica; the quality just barely passes. But the patina, wear and tear, and the casting process are far from accurate. Twenty-five yuan should do,” Lin Chuan said.’

“Young man, you just said thirty yuan, deal!”

Lin Chuan bought a coin and moved on to the next stall.

“Boss, this furnace…”

“You must be new to collecting antiques, let me tell you about this Xuande Furnace…”

“Mass-produced, soaked in diluted Hydrofluoric Acid for 48 hours, then brushed with Potassium Permanganate, fresh from the factory for ten yuan. I’ll give thirteen yuan, you earn three!” Lin Chuan offered.

“Buddy, three yuan is just enough for my bus fare. I won’t make a penny after going back and forth!” the vendor replied.

“Fifteen, and I can’t go any higher!”

“Alright, I’ll wrap it up for you!”

Soon enough, Lin Chuan had visited over a dozen stalls, acquiring several ‘antiques.’

Clearly, all of them were fakes.

“Chairman, you bought so much!?”

When Lin Chuan met up with the Little Landlady, Liu Qing, and Old Zhang, the Little Landlady approached with a look of surprise.

“Xinxin, do you think this hairpin is pretty? It’s said to have been worn by a talented woman during the Republic of China,” Lin Chuan took out a silver hairpin engraved with butterflies and handed it to the Little Landlady.

“It’s pretty,” the Little Landlady said with a smile brimming on her face.

As long as it was from Lin Chuan, she found it beautiful, regardless of its authenticity.