Xiao Liu's cousin came to the "Treasure Appraisal" column. The expert estimates that the landscape calligraphy and painting purchased from the countryside are hundreds of thousands of yuan.

Lao Li's nephew bought a set of pottery at the price of picking up bargains in Panjiayuan and earned tens of thousands of dollars.

Wang Datou went to Yunnan to gamble on stones. He heard that he had increased a piece of jadeite stone and became rich overnight.

Messages like this can float into my ears almost every moment. I can't help but sigh, and I often wonder how wonderful it would be if such a good thing could be smashed on my head. My name is Gu Jing, 21 years old, a sophomore at Beijing University of Information Technology. My family is not rich, so I can only use the winter and summer vacations to work in Beijing Antique City to earn some living expenses for the next semester.

Boss Dou, who specializes in jade, is a very kind middle-aged man. Although the business is common, the popularity is very good. Many customers who often wander here know Lao Dou. Even if they don’t buy his jade, everyone will habitually come to talk to him about the mountains and the latest news in the circle.

Today is no exception.

When the stall was about to close in the evening, the owner of the Minnantou calligraphy and painting store and two regular customers entered the store.

"How is the business today?"

"Just make do with it." Old Dou smiled and greeted him, pushed a few round stools for them to sit, and turned around to ask me to put away the counted goods. I agreed, opened the safe door leaning against the corner of the wall, and carefully moved several precious stone carvings into it one by one.

"Did you watch TV last night? Yan Wanru went to CCTV for an interview."

"Of course I saw it, hehe, I didn't expect that an appraisal expert like Yan Wanru would also be able to catch him, and he was just in our antique city."

"I actually knew about that incident a year ago. It was a shop owner on the second floor who secretly told me."

"It's a pity that I was not present that day, haha, but to be honest, there are not many people in China who are even more money than Yan Wanru. One million is simply a drizzle for her, and they don't care at all."

After finishing my work, I took off my white gloves, told Boss Dou about it, and opened the glass door with one hand and went out.

On the way downstairs, I couldn't help but sigh, if I could be as rich as Yan Wanru, I would definitely buy a big villa like her, collect a bunch of antiques I like, fund a group of out-of-school children, and establish a few Hope Primary Schools...

It can be said that it is simple, how can money be so easy to make?

I am a conservative, cautious, dull and honest guy. In my dictionary, I never had the word "courage". I also know that having a lot of money will definitely not come to me. The only thing I can see is another picture, climbing out of the university campus, competing with many graduates for a job with a monthly salary of 2,000 yuan, marrying a wife who will not have any distortions when you see it, buying a house, and working as a "moonlight clan" who repays the loan every month, day after day, year after year, his hair and beard are white, and he is ill in bed until he steps into the cold and cheap urn.

Perhaps, this is my second half of my life.

I shook my head with some grief and walked along the corridor, not daring to think about it anymore.

Suddenly, the sunset outside the window was dyed with a thick gray black, and the lightning and thunder fell without warning.

Click!

Boom!

In the antique city, all the lights flashed by several times without exception and all went out!

I felt dizzy, and cold sweat and cold air oozed out of my forehead, as if it was a reaction when my blood sugar was too low. I subconsciously squatted down my waist, pressed my hands against my forehead, and sucked the hot air in big mouthfuls. Just a thunder, it wouldn't be? I have always been healthy and don't understand what's wrong with me.

Soon, the fainting gradually dissipates.

But then, I felt someone squeezed behind me. In order to balance my body, I quickly staggered forward a few steps, frowned, but said nothing. The power had just stopped, and it was inevitable that I would bump into it. I opened my eyes, and the dazzling light made me close my eyelids conditioned and reflexively.

Um?

Something is wrong!

I was slightly stunned, and the voices of many people overlapping each other came from my ears, which was very messy, just like I fell into Tiananmen Square during National Day. Moreover, just as I was about to fall, I grabbed a ball of paper with my right hand, not knowing what.

After a little accustomed to the light, I opened my eyes again.

It doesn't matter when I see it, but it just scared me.

I found that I had been squeezed into an antique shop with a wide range of collections. I felt a little awkward with my arms. I lowered my head blankly. The long-sleeved shirt on my body had been replaced by a short-sleeved T-shirt. The pair of sports sneakers on my feet also became the canvas shoes I bought from a street stall last year. The surroundings were densely packed with people, and they were all looking at me with a stunned look.

This is……

I doubt whether I was dreaming. How could the antique city, which was deserted the moment before, be so lively?

"Fuck you uncle!" A loud shout came from behind me. When I looked back, I saw a middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek. He seemed to be the owner of a calligraphy and painting shop. He pointed at my right hand incredibly: "Do you know how much this painting is worth? You can't afford to sell it! Are you crazy?"

I frowned unhappily: "I didn't call you and didn't mess with you, who are you scolding?"

At this moment, I saw a stunning face at the corner of my eyes. It was a young woman. She was holding a hollowed-out scroll in the middle with great regret and sighing deeply: "Maybe this painting is not a good choice for me."

It's actually Yan Wanru!

There was also a cultural relics appraisal expert next to her who I had seen on TV, and she sighed: "What a pity, what a pity."

I spread my right hand and picked up the ball of rice paper in my palm. A black bird jumped into my eyes. When I looked at the broken scroll in Yan Wanru's hand, I was stunned. From the discussions of the onlookers, we realized the situation later. It turned out that Yan Wanru had a fancy to a scroll of Qi Baishi in the store and was ready to buy it, but at this moment, I rushed in and tore off a piece of the painting.

What do you mean by this?

I took a deep breath, suppressed my messy mood, took out my phone from my pocket, and looked at the date above.

It was actually last summer!

I went back to the summer vacation a year ago!?

More and more people were watching the fun at the door of the store, and many people were lying on the floor-to-ceiling glass wall outside to make a fuss. I couldn't think about anything, just because the store owner grabbed my arm tightly and insisted on asking me to pay for it. "Tell you! This is a painting by Mr. Qi Baishi in his early years! It's the original! I just negotiated with Teacher Yan! 800,000! No less! You can't get it out! I can only call the police!"

"Please let go first! I didn't say I won't pay you!" I shook off his hand that was pulling on my arm and pondered: "800,000? You can't just say that the original is the original, right? Besides, I was also squeezed into the house by someone else. I shouldn't be the only one who bears the money." I calmed down on my surface, but my heart skipped a beat. Nearly one million, how could my family afford it?

This is a bad thing!

Slap!

As soon as I finished speaking, the store owner took two appraisal documents, "You can see if it is the original one! One here is an appraisal issued by Mr. Zhao Lindong! The other is a certificate after instrument testing by the Beijing Collection Association!"

I turned my attention to Yan Wanru. Compared to those so-called experts, I would rather believe in people who have worked in charity.

Yan Wanru looked at me and lit her head: "This painting is indeed the original work of Mr. Qi Baishi, otherwise I wouldn't have planned to buy it." After that, Yan Wanru hesitated for a while and took out a stack of check sheets from her own bag, "The painting was broken in my hand. Logically, I have the responsibility. If this happens, I will pay half of it."

She said this and made me feel a little embarrassed.

I also know that in fact, there is no need for Yan Wanru to take responsibility on her. She did this just because she felt sympathy for me when she saw that I couldn’t afford the money. Thinking of this, I felt a little nervous. My father once told me more than once that you should be upright and you have to bear what you have done, and you have to bear it even if you can’t bear it.

I knew I was stupid, but I still reached out to stop her: "Thank you, but this has nothing to do with you. If you want to pay, it's time to hit me and pay."

Yan Wanru, who was holding the signature pen, paused her fingers and looked up at me: "Are you sure?"

I nodded with a wry smile.

Then, the scene calmed down. The shop owner looked at me with his nose, eyes, and eyes, meaning that he asked me to get the money quickly. Yan Wanru and the appraisal expert named Liu did not leave, and stood quietly. There was a floor of people tightly outside the shop, and there seemed to be a reporter taking photos and the senior management of the antique city inside.

It seems that it has alarmed a lot of people, but this is not surprising. After all, it is Mr. Shiraishi's calligraphy and painting!

Suddenly, I was stunned, and a familiar smell surged in my mind.

A year ago?

Yan Wanru?

Beijing Antique City?

Qi Baishi's calligraphy and painting?

I was dizzy! I said why I seemed to have heard of it somewhere! Isn’t this the TV show I watched with my parents last night? Yan Wanru personally revealed her experience of eye-catching over the years. One of them was about a picture of Qi Baishi, and it was also described in a key detail!

Could it be that I really went back a year ago?

What the hell is going on?

I calmed down and confirmed today's date again from my phone.

I let out a sigh of relief, and temporarily put my deep doubts, opened my wallet, counted out two hundred dollars, and put it on the glass display cabinet inside.

The boss was so angry that he said: "Two hundred? Not even the appraisal fee is enough! What do you mean? Forget it! I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you! Go! Call your parents! I'll discuss compensation with them!"

"I think two hundred is not enough." I spread the torn rice paper flat on the counter and pointed to the birds on it: "Your painting is not very real!"

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Chapter completed!