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Chapter 510 Are You Kidding Me?

The woman on the other end of the phone didn’t seem angry: “Okay, I won’t bother you anymore, bye.”

After hanging up the phone, Lin Fan couldn't help but comment: "Apart from anything else, the service attitude is indeed much better than that of domestic hotels." After that, he put the phone back to its original place, lay down again, and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Lin Fan and Qin Ruxue had breakfast together.

"After dinner, let's go see if we can find any good stuff." Qin Ruxue suggested.

"Sounds good." Lin Fan responded, full of anticipation for the upcoming free trade.

After breakfast, when they came to the deck, Lin Fan's eyes widened in surprise.

“Is this what you call a free market?”

Qin Ruxue glanced at his expression and said with a smile, "What did you expect it to be like?"

"Well, I haven't thought about it specifically, but it's definitely not like that."

Lin Fan was quite surprised by the scene before him. Indeed, the deck was filled with various stalls, as if instantly transporting him back to the antique market, except that this was on the deck of a cruise ship.

The stall owners here don't look like ordinary vendors, but rather they all look quite wealthy. In Ancheng Antique Market, the stall owners are more diverse, each with their own unique style.

“I was quite surprised at the time.”

Qin Ruoxue chuckled and said, "This is like a role-playing game, which brings a lot of fun to these rich people."

She went on to explain: "Normally, these people might be worth hundreds of millions or even more, so setting up stalls to sell things is a rare experience for them. Only here can they enjoy this special pleasure."

Lin Fan smiled slightly and thought to himself, it turns out that the happiness of rich people can be so simple - just setting up a stall can make them happy.

"Look, there are not many antiques on each stall, usually only a dozen or so, unlike the general antique markets where there are dozens or hundreds of pieces." Qin Ruxue said, pointing to the stalls around her.

"Of course, there are genuine antique dealers here who hope to make a fortune. But it depends on your discernment to distinguish who is a genuine dealer and who is a wealthy person who comes here for fun."

"So, not all stall owners are rich?" Lin Fan asked curiously.

“Yes, some of them are real businessmen, and the other part are wealthy people who were invited.

Even the vendors are wealthy. Setting up a stall here would cost at least several million.”

Lin Fan was amazed: "Wow, this business is really profitable!"

“Therefore, antiques purchased here are not necessarily authentic.”

Qin Ruoxue added, "The difference between authenticity and falsehood is the charm of antiques."

"Then there might be fake goods on the stalls of rich people?" Lin Fan asked.

"That's true. We have to judge for ourselves."

Qin Ruoxue smiled and said, "It's a wonderful feeling to discover a treasure. Similarly, sometimes selling a replica can also bring a great sense of satisfaction.

For some wealthy people, it might be more of a form of entertainment.”

"This does sound like a special hobby." Lin Fan thought to himself, maybe he could try such an activity.

"In antique transactions, once a deal is concluded, both the buyer and seller must accept the outcome, regardless of whether the item is genuine or fake, and cannot regret or cause trouble."

Qin Ruxue explained: "This also makes the whole process more interesting."

"So, even if you find out you've bought a fake, you just have to accept it?"

"Yes, it's like a game. Buyers and sellers just need to play their respective roles. Ultimately, this is a game for the rich."

"Interesting, let's go and be buyers first to see if there are any interesting things."

The two began to browse casually among the stalls.

Although they are stalls, each one is quite spacious and in excellent condition. After all, a comfortable environment is an indispensable part for those who participate in this game.

An elderly man in a tuxedo and holding a cane greeted them with a smile: "Come and take a look! I have many rare treasures here."

“Any of them can be exhibited in the museum.”

"Really? Then I'll have to take a closer look." Lin Fan stopped and began to carefully examine the items on the old man's stall.

There were nine items on the stall, each of which shone with a charming light, as if telling of their extraordinary origins.

The white-haired old man looked at Lin Fan with a smile, his eyes carrying an imperceptible deep meaning.

"Is this your first time in Antique Street?" he asked.

"Yes, I come to broaden my horizons." Lin Fan replied and picked up an item.

"How much does this cost?"

"Ten million."

"Oh, that's not bad." Lin Fan thought. After all, this is an antique street, and even the stall fees are not cheap.

"I'm talking about Mi Jin," the old man added.

Lin Fan was stunned. Rice gold? Converted into Chinese currency, that's an astronomical figure! Even banks wouldn't dare to easily quote such a price.

"Here, all transactions are settled in rice." Qin Ruxue explained softly.

Lin Fan looked at the treasure in his hand and suddenly realized that he had stepped into a world completely different from the outside world.

Here, tens of millions are just an ordinary amount of money, while in the outside world, people work hard for a few thousand dollars.

The old man continued to smile: "I bought this treasure from the Oak Museum a few years ago. The price was this much."

"If it weren't for the fun of experiencing the antique street, I wouldn't have considered selling it," the old man added.

"You must like it very much, right?" Lin Fan asked, playing with the item.

"We have an old saying, 'A gentleman does not take away what others like.' I'll keep it for you." Lin Fan said politely.

"But it should find its rightful owner, and I think you are it."

The old man said seriously: "For the sake of fate, I can give you a preferential price."

Lin Fan looked at Qin Ruxue in surprise: "Is bargaining possible here?"

"Of course, this is also part of the fun." Qin Ruxue nodded in response.

"In that case..."

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Old man, since you said I have a connection with it, then I'll make you an offer. One thousand meters of gold, are you selling it? If so, I'll buy it."

"One thousand?" The old man was confused for a moment. "Are you talking about ten million MiGold?"

"No, there's no 'wan', it's just one thousand meters of gold." Lin Fan raised a finger to emphasize.

The old man's smile froze instantly, and Qin Ruxue's expression beside him also changed, obviously shocked by the offer.

Isn’t this bargaining too harsh?

The other party wanted 10 million US dollars, but he simply ignored the word "10,000"?

This trick is amazing!

"Young man, are you kidding me?" The white old man stared at Lin Fan with wide eyes.