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1 Chapter [-]: Turns out they are colleagues?
The copper coins in front of me were so corroded that it was almost impossible to tell what currency they were originally.
The man who set up the stall was also a weirdo, with pigtails and gray temples. He didn't greet the customers and just smoked a dry cigarette.
Lin Ran picked up a coin and weighed it.
Although it was stained with rust, Lin Ran judged from the texture that it was most likely the ant-nosed money he was looking for.
Ant Nose Money was the main currency of Chu State during the Warring States Period.
Since Chu's craftsmanship was lagging behind other countries in the Central Plains, and the use of trowels, knives, and spinning wheels was late, the copper coins followed the shape of shells to reduce the workload.
Ant nose money has a unique shape and uneven texture, but its surface has a similar shape to an ant nose, so it has collection value.
There are four kinds of ant nose coins: copper, iron, silver and gold, with more copper coins.
After carefully inspecting the stall, there were more than 20 coins in total, and the surface had been corroded. He could not guarantee that all of them were ant-nosed coins.
But it certainly adds up to a lot of value.
Lin Ran was overjoyed, and it could be seen that the stall owner didn't pay attention to these copper coins at all and just threw them in the corner.
Lin Ran initially thought that the stall owner didn't recognize the money.
But looking at the other things on the stall, Lin Ran suddenly realized.
This stall owner is selling fakes, but he doesn’t know that the fakes are mixed with the real ones!
Seeing Lin Ran looking at the currency, the old man asked angrily: "Do you want to buy ancient coins?"
He noticed it when Lin Ran came just now.
But he looked like a poor man at such a young age, so he naturally had no intention of greeting him.
"I'll take a look."
"These are all genuine ancient coins. You will never suffer a loss if you buy them."
The stall owner introduced simply.
"Old sir, where did you get these ancient coins?" Lin Ran asked.
"Internal information will not be spread to outsiders." The old man waved his hand.
Lin Ran took the copper plate in front of him and played with it up and down.
Then he shook his head in disappointment.
Unexpectedly, Lin Ran's expression caught the stall owner's eyes, making him a little dissatisfied.
"I run an ancient coin stall, can I sell you fakes?" the old man sneered.
Listening to the other party's aggressive tone, Lin Ran became a little unhappy. This showed his lack of education!
So he immediately replied: "Then what if it's not true?"
The old man's already gloomy expression became even gloomier, but through Sun Wukong's mask, it was impossible to see what Lin Ran was thinking.
Lin Ran then said: "Otherwise, if your things are genuine, then I will take all the two hundred."
"If the thing is wrong, I won't ask for more. This pile of scrap metal should be used as a memory for you!"
After saying this, the stall owner's face suddenly became a little joyful.
Isn't this just a source of resentment that comes to your doorstep?
If the other party is not good at learning, I will make a lot of money today!
Even if the other party really sees the clues, all he loses is nothing more than a pile of scrap metal "just for appearance"!
"Okay, then it's as you say!" The stall owner tried his best not to appear too excited.
Lin Ran didn't hesitate and asked, "Boss, do you have a title?"
The stall owner was a little stunned. He had been working here for four or five years and had never seen anyone buying coins and asking for their scale.
Could it be that he really thinks of himself as a scrap metal seller?
Afraid that Lin Ran would take the opportunity to find a reason to leave, the stall owner took out a scale from the trunk and asked curiously: "What do you want to do?"
Lin Ran didn't explain much, grabbed a handful of coins and put them directly on the scale.
Squinting his eyes, he looked at the weight swinging from side to side and read the numbers carefully.
"This coin is equivalent to an average of 5 grams each. Boss, I'm afraid your coins are not quite right!"
Lin Ran smiled and showed the scale to the stall owner.
"What's wrong with five grams? Do you understand?" The stall owner obviously didn't know what he was selling, and he frowned impatiently.
Lin Ran smiled and said: "Boss, do you recognize the coins in my hand?"
"Isn't it written Dakang Tongbao on it? A copper coin from the reign of Emperor Dakang of the Liao Dynasty." The stall owner pointed and said.
Dakang Tongbao is one of the eight items in the Liao Dynasty.
"Isn't that right? Dakang Tongbao copper coins weigh 2 to 3.5 grams. You only have 5 grams here. You can't even get it to grandma's house."
Lin Ran curled his lips, looking a little disgusted.
The old man's expression immediately changed: "That's nonsense, pretending to understand!"
Lin Ran didn't take it seriously, and continued: "The imitator of this Liao coin only knows one, and is not professional enough. Because the characters on the Liao coin are simple, after sanding, the text bands are hidden. It is unsophisticated and has a single rust color."
"But your copper coins are completely green and rusty, with no layering. They are ridiculously fake."
Lin Ran shook his head and threw the coins back into the stall.
The old man's face immediately became embarrassed and he hesitated to speak.
The stall owner's copper coins were full of flaws in Lin Ran's eyes.
Most imitators only imitate photos and don’t understand the details at all.
The stall owner looked a little panicked.
He also saw others making a lot of money in Dongshigu and followed their example. The person told him that the customers in Dongshigu were knowledgeable but not talkative.
As long as you pretend to be deep, you can sell it.
Unexpectedly, I met an expert on my first day at the stall!
Ordinary people can only describe feelings, but no one can describe the details as clearly as Lin Ran.
"Shh." The old man glanced around.
Fortunately, there is no one in his stall now, otherwise he would be in trouble if he was exposed.
He pulled Lin Ran to his side and whispered: "Little brother, to tell you the truth, I am not actually a local master. I just have a friend who entrusted me to help him sell things and then give me a share."
"Don't talk nonsense everywhere! Otherwise, if you like the things at the stall, you can take three of them and take them away. But please don't spread this matter around."
The old man suddenly compromised, and Lin Ran was caught off guard.
It seems that his business is pretty good, otherwise he wouldn't have the courage to cut off his wrist like a strong man.
Unfortunately, Lin Ran was not interested in these crooked fakes.
Dang even shook his head and refused.
Now it was the old man's turn to be anxious. He looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Don't make it difficult for me to continue my business. Otherwise, our brothers will not be able to spare you."
In the middle of the night, stalls were set up in Dongshi Valley. Most of them were people from three religions and nine streams.
It's normal to have accomplices.
Moreover, Lin Ran didn't want to expose him at all. He had done too many things to be in the limelight, and now he just wanted to keep a low profile.
"Dongshigu are all brothers on the road. It doesn't make sense for you to deceive your brothers like this."
"If I help you hide it, wouldn't I also become an accomplice?"
Lin Ran replied awkwardly.
When the old man saw that he refused to accept his offer, he was heartbroken and said: "The worst is possible, so don't push your grandfather and me too hard."
"Ha! What a loud tone." Lin Ran laughed secretly.
But the other party was anxious and gave him a chance.
He thought for a while and said, "Boss, do you know why I wear a mask?"
The old man was a little confused. There were all kinds of weirdly dressed people in Dongshi Valley. He hadn't thought about it yet.
"Actually, I am also a seller of counterfeit coins, but I am different from you. I sell real and fake coins together. I am not as fierce as you. They are all fake."
After being exposed by Lin Ran, the old man not only did not blush, but actually laughed.
"It turns out we are colleagues, no wonder you have such good eyesight! I, Liang Zhichao, admire you!"
He finally understood why Lin Ran was so professional, he seemed to be an expert in fraud!
"It's okay if I don't expose you. Have you forgotten the bet just now?"
Lin Ran asked calmly.
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the boss breathed a sigh of relief.
I thought the other party would be a big talker, but unexpectedly, all he wanted was a pile of junk!
In the stall owner's heart, he was even impressed by Lin Ran's faith and agreed directly on the spot.
"Okay! Brother, let's just make friends. You can take your pick of the coins I spread out!"
"Very good."
It’s all about picking up things anyway. Compared to buying low and selling high, is there anything more comfortable than having sex for free?
Lin Ran pointed to the pile of rusty copper coins in the corner, with a flash of light in his eyes: "I want that pile!"