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Chapter 163 This is what you call the real deal! I'll take on ten of them!
Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Dongtai Road Secondhand Market.

It was a little after 2 p.m.

It was the hottest time of day, and even the cicadas, which love to chirp, were now quite quiet.

Lin Qingsong parked his car in a roadside parking space not far away, and casually picked up a baseball cap from the back seat and put it on.

It was so bright that day, but wearing sunglasses while shopping felt a bit too pretentious.

Wearing a hat makes things much more comfortable.

The brim of the hat can shield you from the sun without being too conspicuous.

Upon arriving at the flea market, one would see that many stalls were covered with cloth, and the stall owners were lying under the awnings, taking a nap.

However, as he walked further into the stall, he saw that someone had already lifted the cloth covering the stall and was preparing to open for business.

This place is different from the flea market on Qishan Road that he had visited before.

Most of the people at the stalls seemed indifferent.

They were either lounging lazily in a recliner or fanning themselves with a fan.

But that's normal.

After all, Qishan Road is just a flea market.

It's a mixed bag; you can find all sorts of people there.

They even dare to sell Shang and Zhou bronze artifacts worth 500 yuan.

The situation is a bit better on Dongtai Road.

Although it is also a secondhand market.

But the regulations are quite strict, so there definitely won't be any bronze artifacts worth 500 yuan.

There will be up to 100,000 pieces, with "Microwave Oven Special" printed on the bottom.

When we got to stall number 59, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut had just finished packing up the cloth on his stall and plopped down in a recliner, holding a string of shiny olive pits in his hand.

On the ground, there was a pile of bluish porcelain and all sorts of old pocket watches on the stall.

"Hey, young man, you're here so early to hunt for treasures?"

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut saw Lin Qingsong stop in front of his stall and said lazily, "These are all genuine old items. Feel free to look around."

After all, since people are already at the door, it's necessary to attract some business.

Looking at the various open-mouthed cups on the stall, Lin Qingsong finally found the beer mug with the help of the system's prompts.

The eagle emblem on the cup was covered with a layer of dust, and the pattern on the other side should be an relief of "Crown Prince William's Army Group," but unfortunately, like the eagle emblem, the patterns inside were all covered in dust.

Lin Qingsong squatted down and tapped the pile of bluish porcelain, saying, "Boss, how much is this imitation German porcelain?"

The stall owner didn't straighten up after hearing this; instead, he remained lazy and said, "Three hundred yuan each. It's an heirloom passed down from my ancestors. I guarantee its authenticity, but not its price."

Lin Qingsong didn't continue speaking, but instead flipped through a few more Republic-era imitation German porcelain pieces, then picked up a few old pocket watches to look at them, and finally casually picked up the beer mug.

"Hey, young man, if you don't want to buy anything, don't rummage through things. You'll have to pay for anything you break." The shopkeeper frowned as he saw Lin Qingsong picking up and putting down items from his stall. "What do you want?"

"How much are these three?" Upon hearing this, Lin Qingsong casually picked up a porcelain plate, an old-fashioned compass, and finally the beer mug.

"Don't waste time in this sweltering heat. Here's a thousand yuan, take it all." The middle-aged man glanced at Lin Qingsong, sat up, and said with a smile, "Just scan the code if you want it."

"Brother, this is a bit pricey. Your Republic-era porcelain plate is three hundred yuan each. Even if this bottle is also from the Republic era, it would only be two or three hundred yuan at most. And you're asking four or five hundred yuan for a compass? Is the needle inside made of gold?!"

"Alright, I've just opened for business, so let's just say it's for good luck. A flat price of eight hundred and eighty-eight." The middle-aged man was no longer angry; his brows furrowed, but he smiled broadly and said, "Young man, these are all family heirlooms, absolutely genuine!"

Ancestors?
I believe you if you say this porcelain and this compass are family heirlooms.

But could the cup belonging to the last German Crown Prince, Wilhelm's army group, also be an heirloom?
Could it be that your ancestors were German soldiers?
really.

This seller never tells the truth!
But despite the complaints, I still want the stuff.

After scanning the code, Lin Qingsong took a bag from the shop owner, put the items in, and didn't leave immediately. Instead, he strolled around for a while before finally leaving.

Watching his retreating figure, the stall owner looked smugly at the 888 yuan that had just arrived in his account.

have to.

I made several hundred yuan right after opening.

This guy is really lucky today.

After leaving the market, Lin Qingsong walked to his car, swiped thirty yuan for the toll collector riding an electric scooter next to him, and then got into his car and drove to the filming location.

Shanghai is a good place to be.

Parking is just too expensive.

The first hour costs 20 yuan, and after that, it costs 10 yuan for every 30 minutes.

Let's drive to the photography studio. It's not free, but at least you get four hours of free parking. After that, it's six yuan for the first hour and ten yuan for each additional hour.

We arrived at the underground parking garage of the photography studio.

Lin Qingsong parked the car and then began to examine the beer mug with curiosity.

After fiddling with it for a while, he realized that apart from finding the small relief on the cup quite nice, he couldn't understand anything else. In the end, he had no choice but to give up, put it back into the canvas bag, and then put it in the trunk.

This thing should be left to someone who can figure it out to study.

After going upstairs to the studio, he found everyone filming in an orderly manner. He didn't disturb anyone, just grabbed a cup of coffee from the producer, and found a comfortable corner by himself. He nestled there with Ji Yue, accompanied by the "click click click" of the camera.

Perhaps because they were familiar with each other, Ji Yue didn't say anything after he said he could also play marksman, and just silently chose support.

Lin Qingsong's skill level is already quite good, and then he has such a top-notch support player.

We won two consecutive matches.

Just as he confidently announced that he was going to play a ranked match later, the filming had already completely ended.

"Xiao Lin, filming is over. I'll have the finance department transfer the payment to you tomorrow. Please keep an eye on it then." Li Lan understood the importance of doing things well.

Since Lin Qingsong was specially introduced by Vivian, and this is their first time working together, the payment should be settled as soon as possible.

Only then can the favor be considered truly appreciated.

"Thank you, Sister Lan!" Lin Qingsong knew that Li Lan wanted to curry favor with Vivian, so after saying that, he added, "Sister Lan, I'm seeing Vivian off tomorrow, do you want to come along?"

"No need, no need, you two can talk." Li Lan knew that Lin Qingsong understood her meaning, and her smile widened. She also said that she would urge her friend's case as soon as possible.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Li Lan left as soon as the crew-cut man and Eva came over.

"Lin! Where should we go for a drink to celebrate later?" The man with the buzz cut looked at Lin Qingsong with curiosity. "To the apartment? Or to your place?"

Eva, standing to the side, said speechlessly, "I think it would be better if we went to get something to eat first."

It's only a few o'clock, and you're already thinking about drinking.

Although she also enjoys drinking, it's nothing compared to her buzz cut.

"What are we eating?" The crew-cut man waved his hand dismissively. "I'm on a diet. We can drink later."

The reason she's so thin is largely because she likes to drink alcohol and doesn't like to eat.

"No, you still need to eat." Lin Qingsong glanced at her thin figure and said, "Besides, you can't lose any more weight, or you'll become as skinny as a fishbone."

"What?" The crew-cut man didn't understand what a fish clip was for a moment.

After Lin Qingsong explained, she realized that it was a fish bone.

"Lin, the vocabulary of you Chinese is really vast; you always manage to come up with words I don't recognize." After saying this, the man with the buzz cut didn't dwell on dieting anymore, and instead nodded, "So, what are we going to eat later?"

"Let's eat noodles," Lin Qingsong said with a smile. "I know a great beef noodle shop. Of course, if you don't like it, you can have barbecue. They also sell grilled beef and lamb skewers."

This is also today's intelligence.

[Daily News 02: Dunhuanglou Restaurant at No. 2212 Zhongshan North Road, PT District, has delicious beef noodles and meat skewers. Many people from Gansu come here for a bowl of beef noodles when they miss the taste of home.]

He looked up the store and that's when he realized why it was so highly recommended.

This place used to be the canteen of the GS Province's Shanghai office.

How could it not be authentic!
After bringing the two people into the store, Lin Qingsong carefully looked around the store's environment.

The decoration is very simple.

But it didn't matter, just to avoid the three of them being watched.

He ordered a bowl of noodles for each of the three of them, plus four servings of braised beef, three servings of lamb skewers, and three servings of beef skewers. He then promptly asked the waiter to take them to a private room on the third floor.

On his way upstairs, he noticed another sign on the wall proving the authenticity of the products in the store.

Lanzhou Beef Noodles registered trademark No. 0006, issued by the Lanzhou Bureau of Commerce!

Isn't this just official certification?

As a gourmet, he was very curious about who the first five people were and he would definitely try them when he had time.

Unfortunately, apart from finding that number 0001 was awarded to Hongbinlou in 2001, the other numbers could not be found.

How can this thing be kept secret?
However, the silence was quickly broken by the delicious food.

Looking at the beef noodles in front of me, which follow the five-ingredient formula: clear broth, white radish, red chili peppers, green cilantro, and yellow noodles.

After slurping down a few bites, Lin Qingsong nodded in satisfaction.

The food at this restaurant is really delicious!

Although the two Russian girls weren't quite used to the food, the meat skewers were actually quite to their liking.

After the three of them had eaten and drunk their fill, Lin Qingsong bought some wine on the way and took the two of them directly to the COFCO No. 1 luxury apartment that Qin Lan had lent him.

He wasn't satisfied yesterday, so he's determined to have a good time today!

There's a sleep aura.

He's going to dominate today!

On the way, he stopped his car in front of the model apartment.

Not a few minutes.

Elena appeared from the apartment and was stunned as soon as she got into the car.

what?
Are people really that considerate?
(End of this chapter)