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Chapter 153 Zygold Polyhedra

Chapter 153 Zygold Polyhedra

in the afternoon.

Wei Xin followed the disguised Cynthia into the antique market of Shanghai.

Aside from the shops along the street, some people had carpets piled high with bottles and jars, while others avoided the bricks and benches placed on the road.

Walking along the roads, then squatting in front of the stalls, examining, exchanging ideas, comparing prices, and engaging in bargaining.

"With so many people, it looks like we're going to find some good stuff today," Cynthia said excitedly. In Sinnoh, she had never seen antiques and artifacts so openly displayed on the ground for people to choose from. She couldn't help but marvel at how vast and abundant Sinnoh truly was.

Wei Xin sighed helplessly, thinking to himself that Donghuang was indeed a vast and resource-rich place, but everyone sitting here was good at boasting. Nine out of ten were seasoned swindlers, and the other was a junior swindler who had been mentored by an experienced swindler. The probability of finding genuine items in this antique market was even lower than the probability of drawing cards in a Tencent game. At least Tencent had a guaranteed reward system.

Do you believe him or do you believe I am Qin Shi Huang?

But seeing Cynthia so engrossed, like a golden retriever that had caught the scent of food without saying a word, he couldn't bring himself to say it directly. As a gentleman, he absolutely couldn't spoil the fun while accompanying a lady shopping. Besides, he was quite nostalgic for this place; he hadn't been back for over ten years since graduating from university.

"Have you ever studied antiques?" Hirona asked.

"I know a little." This time, Wei Xin didn't just spout off; he was indeed quite knowledgeable about antiques. During his university years, whenever he was short of money, he would pick up a few pebbles from the paths on campus, buy some antiques like porcelain plates from the market, ask his chemical engineering classmates to help him age them, and sell them to locals and foreigners. Over time, he became more and more skilled, and even improved the craft with his classmates.

When it comes to the ability to forge, no one can rival him.

With a bit of luck, he could earn a month's living expenses in a weekend. Sometimes, he would meet a kind-hearted Shanghai auntie who would generously buy him everything. If the owner didn't consider him a non-sale item, he could live off him for a lifetime.

Unfortunately, his business was so successful that it aroused jealousy among his peers, and he was expelled from the antique circle on the grounds that he was disrupting market operations.

Outside the antique market, there was a sign that said Wei Xin and children were not allowed to enter.

"That's great! I was going to invite an archaeology professor to show me around, but he said he didn't have time." Cynthia squatted down in front of the nearest stall, her fingers touching her chin. Although she couldn't figure out anything, she still carefully and seriously examined the goods on the stall.

"Of course the professor doesn't have time," Wei Xin looked around and spotted a familiar figure in a familiar spot. "The professor you're looking for is sitting right there."

Cynthia turned her head and saw that the highly respected old professor was sitting with his legs crossed, bragging about the goods on his stall to a foreign mother and daughter. She immediately felt like a doctor in a hospital who insists on telling you the gender of your child and tells you to go to the fortune teller on the next street, but when you get there, wow, it's really absurd.

"Sir, how much are these Qin Dynasty copper coins for you?"

"Fifty thousand, fixed price."

"Too expensive, five hundred yuan would be more reasonable."

"Deal, scan the code!" The professor abandoned his scholarly demeanor and eagerly pulled out the QR code.

Hilona said she didn't understand your bargaining methods, but was greatly shocked, until she saw the professor pour out a large pile of copper coins from the box behind him and scatter them on the stall after the mother and daughter walked away.

Did you buy these ancient coins wholesale from ancient tombs? And is it really okay to sell them so openly?

"Let me take you to see the professor and broaden your horizons." After saying that, Wei Xin walked to a nearby shop, bought a small flashlight, a magnifying glass, a non-prescription lens, and gloves, and handed them to Cynthia.

"Is this a professional appraisal tool?"

"No, it's just simple cosplay."

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The professional appraisal tools are all in the laboratory; he was just playing around with Cynthia when he had nothing better to do.

Wei Xin released Ralts, put glasses on the little guy, and led Cynthia to the professor's stall, where they squatted down.

She carefully examined the copper coins on the stall, and the ancient, decaying smell emanating from them made Cynthia frown.

"Ralu!" Ralulas turned her head and buried her face in Wei Xin's hair.

"Professor, you're setting up a stall here?" Wei Xin said to the professor with a grin, twirling the ancient coins in his hand.

"What professor? Where did you get this professor from?" the professor said solemnly. "You call me professor at school, and I won't argue with you. But what should you call me outside?"

Wei Xin examined the coin in his hand from all angles. Whether it was the size of the coin, its quality, or the ancient Donghuang language engraved on it, everything looked incredibly realistic. He nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Professor, you went on a business trip to Shaanxi the week before last. You were digging up an ancient Qin Dynasty tomb, right? What good stuff did you find?"

The week before last, the professor and his team went on a business trip to excavate ancient tombs, and Wei Xin was given a day off.

"The tomb chamber had been disturbed, and some ancient coins were unearthed." The professor, Wei Xin, was clearly no novice in deducing the tomb's age from the type of coins.

"So these coins really were dug up from an ancient tomb?" Cynthia asked curiously.

Just as the professor was about to give a vague answer, Wei Xin moved the coins on the stall and said, "They are all counterfeit, aged with chemical materials."

The materials and processes are quite outdated.

"Hey, kid, don't talk nonsense." The professor glared at Wei Xin menacingly, making a husky-pointing gesture. "What nonsense are you spouting? Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?"

"Just kidding." Wei Xin picked up the only coin in the pile that didn't show any signs of aging—a coin next to it. "Since I've never skipped your class, how about giving me one as a souvenir? After all, I'm your former student."

Wei Xin was not lying. He had taken the professor's course this semester, but the professor himself took leave for the only class, so he neither attended nor missed any classes.

"One hundred, fixed price!" the professor said with certainty. "Don't even mention being a student, even if you were born, it wouldn't work. He needs to pay for the materials to forge documents."

"Round the price down to ten yuan!"

"Fifty? Who rounds it down like that?"

"Twenty yuan, buy one get one free!"

"Deal, scan the code!" The professor took out a QR code, Wei Xin paid, then picked up the one-yuan coin he had initially set his sights on, turned around and left without looking back.

The professor snorted and could only accept his bad luck, thinking to himself that these were indeed students who had taken his class.

"They're all fake, why did you buy them?" Shirona asked, puzzled. She couldn't understand Wei Xin's actions. Could it be that he was trying to support the professor's business?

"It's not that bad." When he retired from the entertainment industry, this old man was the happiest.

"This one is probably genuine." Wei Xin smiled, walked to the side, stuffed the fake into his pocket, and planned to find a safe place to throw it away after leaving the market. Then he put another coin into Cynthia's hand. It was a real coin. Although it didn't mean much to Wei Xin, it could make a little girl who was obsessed with antiques happy for several hours.

Cynthia carefully examined the coins in her hand with a magnifying glass, frowning. She was a history student, and antiques were her hobby, not her forte, so she couldn't figure them out.

Wei Xin didn't say anything. Some things can't be said openly. Those who understand, understand.

Leading Cynthia around the traps set by unscrupulous vendors along the way, such as domino benches and brick mines, Wei Xin wandered around the stalls for a while. When he came to a stall and sighed that he couldn't expect to find bargains every day, he heard an ethereal voice in his ear.

[Hello, is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?]

What is that? Following the direction of the sound, Wei Xin looked down at the stall in front of him. Right in front of the stall owner's long legs, an irregularly shaped rock lay there noisily.

who are you?