While speaking, the shop owner took out a stone and handed it to Fang Zheng: "This is the latest refining product. As long as it is scraped, everything within a radius of fifty meters will be recorded by him. The recycling required is as long as the spirit stone injects spiritual power into it, the image can be released."

When Fang Zheng heard this, he was just a video recorder!

Fang Zheng said: "What if this is recorded fully?"

"It's full? Just buy a new one." The shop owner said naturally.

Fang Zheng asked again: "How long can it last at most?"

The store owner said: "It can be recorded for one day at most, but it won't work if it's too much."

Founder bought two directly.

"Little monk, you only have photocopy stones, but you can't put them without spirit stones? Although I don't have spirit stones here, I have spiritual energy storage, which contains faint spiritual energy. It's not strong, and it just happens to activate the images in the photocopy stones, or?" The boss enthusiastically promoted a metal box the size of a palm.

The box looks like a pronunciation box, very delicate.

Fang Zheng shook his head: "No need, I bought it for others. By the way, how much does it cost?"

Two fingers deep in the shop owner: "Ten taels of silver!"

hiss!

Fang Zheng took a breath, but he didn't expect that the two photocopy stones were so expensive.

According to the price of the earth, one tael of silver and two hundred yuan, ten taels are equivalent to two thousand yuan.

Buy two disposable video recorders for 2,000 yuan?

This is definitely a fool on earth.

However, Fang Zheng did not think it was expensive, so he bought it casually and walked to the antique street.

The antique street here is similar to those on Earth. There are street stalls outside the shop, and there is nothing on the street stall. Whether you can buy good things or find a gap depends entirely on your eyesight...

Fang Zheng thought he had no vision, but when he really picked it carefully, he felt a stinging pain in the sky between his eyebrows. Then the scene in front of him changed. Some objects were ordinary, while others were glowing!

Fang Zheng's heart moved. The heavenly eyes can see good and evil, but can he still distinguish between true and false?

Thinking of the Tathagata Buddha being able to distinguish between true and false Sun Wukong, perhaps, this heavenly eye is really useful.

Fang Zheng suddenly became interested and found something that looked like a fake. The stool was sitting next to the boss's stall. Sure enough, the thing had no luster at all and was ordinary.

Fang Zheng looked at the other things on the stall again, which were basically ordinary objects with no luster, with only a faint light illuminated.

Fang Zheng can basically conclude that the more the light is, the better the thing is.

After making a judgment, Fang Zheng stopped wandering around, looked around, and finally locked in a large half-person-high vase placed on a stall in the distance!

The vase was placed there, emitting a dazzling light, suppressing all the lights of the objects around it.

Obviously, this thing is a good baby and a good antique.

Fang Zheng walked straight over, pointed to the vase and said, "Boss, how do you sell this?"

The fat boss was so happy when he saw a young monk with beautiful eyes coming.

Those who do their jobs all look at each other and listen to all directions, seemingly squinting their eyes and napping, and the world is watching people.

As soon as Fang Zheng entered this street, the fat man stared at him.

Fang Zheng's eyes were clear and young. His eyes were like he had no backbone, and he glanced around at a glance. But there was a meaning of looking for something in his eyes. In the eyes of fat bosses, this kind of person was the standard fat sheep!

But the fat boss didn't expect that he hadn't thought of how to trick the fat sheep into, but the fat sheep came by himself.

The fat sheep also pointed at his vase and asked for the price directly.

This made the fat boss very happy and pretended to be pondering: "You want this? This is not an ordinary treasure. This is a royal tribute two thousand years ago! Little monk, I think you are quite simple, and I am also simple, so I will give you a small price, two thousand taels of silver, how about it?"

Fang Zhengru is really the kind of little monk who grew up in the mountains, he must have been fooled.

He glanced at the fat boss, and his black air was all over his mouth. Obviously, this guy didn't say a word of truth. Fang Zheng didn't talk nonsense, and stretched out a finger and said, "I'll take this number."

"One thousand taels? This is not good, it's too little." The fat boss shook his head immediately.

As a result, the little monk in front of him threw down a tael of silver, then left with a vase.

The fat boss was stunned and quickly shouted: "Wait a minute!"

But the monk replied directly: "If you say a word, I won't buy it anymore. I am here to buy flower pots and go back to plant flowers. I don't have to ask you for this. There are so many around you, so you can do it."

The fat boss hesitated when he heard this.

If others say this, he will definitely not believe it, but the monk in front of him has a clear eyes, and he is a naughty young man who doesn't understand the world and has just entered the world.

What he said was probably true.

The point is that he can make a fortune of one or two silvers, because he bought this thing from a village and asked for it casually, without cost.

Just as the fat boss was hesitating, Fang Zheng had already walked away.

Looking at Fang Zheng's back, the fat boss whispered, "Forget it, just think it's a good start."

As soon as the fat boss returned, he saw an old man running over with a pair of grandparents. As soon as he met, the old man shouted: "It's him, it's him, I'll sell it to him!"

The old man stepped forward, grabbed the fat boss' arm, and asked, "Where is the koi Pisces Dragon Door Bottle?!"

The fat boss was stunned: "Who are you?"

But when the fat boss saw the old man, he suddenly remembered it.

The vase I just sold was collected from this old man!

The old man didn't say nonsense, took out a silver note of 2,000 taels and handed it over: "This is a deposit. You sell me the vase. I will make up for 8,000 taels for you in the future. How about it?"

When the fat boss heard this, he was stunned and looked at the silver notes in his hand, and then at the old man in front of him, he felt like he was dreaming.

The fat boss asked carefully: "Dare you ask, what is that bottle?"

The old man didn't hide it: "That was a royal tribute from two thousand years ago, and it was out of print. But don't worry, the price I gave you is absolutely fair! There is no higher price on the market than me, I, Mr. Gu, still have this confidence."

When the fat boss heard that the old man's surname was Gu, he immediately knew who the old man was.

This is the number one antique collector in Anton City, ancient ink!

Gu Mo is a great master of antiques. He said it was true, so it must be true. But when he thought that what Gu Mo just said was the same as his bragging, the fat boss suddenly felt like crying.

He never dreamed that the awesomeness of bragging would come true!

The worst thing is that he even sold the goods!
Chapter completed!