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Two hundred yuan?

Old Zhang paused for a moment, seemingly unsure. He looked at Xia Chuan, then at the celadon cup, pondered for a moment, and then smiled. "See? I told you, old man, you're destined for this celadon. What do you say? A destiny of two hundred!"

"Here! It's yours!"

After saying that, he directly stuffed the "Song Dynasty Ru Kiln Qingbai Porcelain" that he had just been handling with extreme care into Xia Chuan's arms.

Where did the attitude of not selling for even a penny less come from?

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding crowd became extremely interesting.

"No way? I seem to remember... this old man Zhang just said something about lying and threatening to smash up the stall?"

"Won't sell for less than 188,000? But why do I seem to be so happy about it?"

"You know what, even though this old man talks a lot of nonsense, there's one thing he's really right about!"

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"What a coincidence! Brother Chuan just spent two hundred yuan to buy this porcelain cup."

"Hahaha, that makes sense!"

Amidst the laughter and chatter, the slightly tense atmosphere eased, and no one accused Grandpa Zhang of deceiving tourists.

Because antiques don't have a fixed value.

Something can be worth a fortune or it can be worthless.

As the saying goes, demand determines value. The value of any person or thing depends on the quantity, level, or degree of demand.

For example, salaries nowadays are often three or four thousand!

Why? Because "If you don't do it, plenty of others will!"

This is the reality for ordinary people. Unless your abilities are rare in society, you won't be constrained by the industry.

For example, you can eat poop.

Wow, that's a great skill and value! (Hehehehe~~~)

Closer to home.

"Okay, then it's a deposit." Xia Chuan held the celadon porcelain and thermos in his left hand, and took out a stack of cash from his pocket with his right hand, taking out two hundred yuan and handing it to Old Zhang.

Seeing this, Old Zhang's smile became even more genuine, and he enthusiastically introduced to Xia Chuan, "Young man, take a look at other things. I still have some from last week, and if you want some from the week before last, I can also get some."

Upon seeing this, the stall owner next to him brightened up and quickly called out to Xia Chuan.

"Hey young man, I have some that just came out of the kiln yesterday!"

"Pshaw, who do you think you are? I have some homemade stuff here, still fresh!"

"You pretentious old man! What the hell is the difference between your so-called handmade food and a pile of shit?"

"Damn it, you can say the antiques are fake, but you can't insult my craftsmanship!"

"What? You want to practice?"

"I'll practice then!"

"..."

Two elderly men started arguing across two stalls, spitting everywhere, but no one dared to lay a hand on them. Many tourists were also attracted by the argument and pointed their phone cameras at the two men.

Chinese people have a gene for watching the excitement ingrained in their bones.

Xia Chuan smiled, took photos with some of his male and female fans who had become his admirers, then glanced at the two old men arguing, and shook his head as he walked into the ghost market.

Old Wang glanced back at Old Zhang, who was all smiles, hands in his pockets watching the commotion, then followed Xia Chuan and asked in a low voice, "Chuanzi, you should be making some money from your celadon porcelain, right?"

He didn't believe that Xia Chuan bought the porcelain from last week simply because he liked it.

Upon hearing this, Xia Chuan smiled slightly: "Making money? I don't make money. I just like it."

When Old Wang saw that he wasn't telling the truth, he glared at him and then stopped talking.

Xia Chuan was in a good mood, humming a currently popular song.

"I've studied many oaths, until the earth crumbles and rocks crumble..."

Yang Kun: A Tribute to You####

Afterwards, Xia Chuan strolled around leisurely, not in a hurry at all. Sometimes he would chat with some loyal fans, and he even took out money to ask the program crew to buy some milk tea for them.

You know what, this is quite a strange thing for Xia Chuan.

After all, although he is incredibly wealthy and owns countless companies, and has many admirers and people who respect him, he has never actually had any fans.

Looking at Xia Chuan, who was not doing his job and was chatting enthusiastically with a few fans, Wang Zhengyu was speechless.

Meanwhile, the other siblings are working hard, and Tao Hong has successfully helped her two younger brothers, Zhang Yanqi and Wang Chenyi, get jobs in a local film crew.

All three were very serious. Although they occasionally burst into laughter, it was harmless. The purpose of the program being able to film this local crew, who had been entertaining the people for decades, was naturally to help them promote their work.

Furthermore, the production team itself was making a film for their own entertainment, and the fact that the villagers were able to participate was a good form of entertainment.

Minor flaws are nothing to worry about.

The original intention is the most important.

Deng Chao was having a great time at the light bulb factory. During his lunch break, he even went to a worker's home and played with the children for a while.

After that, he immediately took a part-time job as a shampooman at a barbershop.

All I can say is that our Mr. Deng Chao is born with the body of a beast.

Liu Yifei and Shu Chang, along with Xia Nian, the little devil, were teaching a group of high school girls. When these girls saw Liu Yifei and Shu Chang, as well as the lovely Xia Nian, they were excited for a long time.

Fortunately, they all remembered their mission: to teach them dance and... earn money.

As for our little devil, she also showed off her dance skills, stunning all the girls and leaving her jaw agape.

Tian Yu, who had been keeping a low profile, was chatting with Huang Guojun, the person in charge of the resort. As they talked, they didn't forget about making money, and thus began their efforts to save the defective porcelain.

Finally, the scene returns to where we started.

"Are they still sleeping in their rooms?" Wang Mian asked a member of the production crew. Upon receiving confirmation, he immediately exclaimed, "No, isn't this a bit too much?!"

The tour guide was very angry, and the consequences were serious!

As Wang Mian spoke, he pushed open the door aggressively and walked in, clearly intending to wake the two of them.

Wang Mian sat down directly on the edge of Chen He's bed, and just as his thunderous rage was about to fall on the sleeping Chen He, he changed his tone and said, "Brother He~ get up, just get up."

Still half asleep, Chen He mumbled, "Get up, get up, snoring away."

Seeing that things weren't going well there, Wang Mian immediately went to Lu Han's bed next to him and began pleading again: "Brother Lu, Brother Lu, please get up, I beg you~~~"

Lu Han, without even blinking, said, "I'll get up, I'll get up."

Then he turned over and went back to sleep.

Wang Mian froze on the spot.

"Fine, fine, you forced me to do this!"