I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

When the words "eight million" appeared, Lin Ye's breath caught in his throat.

He had just sold his snuff bottle, and the newly acquired 32,000 yuan hadn't even warmed his hands yet, and now another 8 million had popped up.

How could this not excite him? He was so excited that he even started fantasizing about the happy life he would have with eight million.

Lin Ye stared at the notebook, the pen tip hovering over the paper.

I took three deep breaths, and then solemnly put the pen down.

The row on the north side.

A new voice.

A Qianlong-era enamel revolving vase.

Eight million.

After writing the last three words, Lin Ye looked at the line "eight million" and his heart beat a beat slower than usual.

People unconsciously become more dignified when faced with huge sums of money.

In the East District, Boss Wei was the first to laugh out loud.

"Old Ma, you're already bragging like this as soon as you arrive?"

The shrill voice immediately became displeased.

"What do you mean by bragging? When I, Ma Chengde, was alive, I was a well-known figure in the art collecting world."

Old Li sneered.

"With a name? Where is the name? On the blacklist of the flea market?"

Old Ma raised his voice.

"Old Li, if you don't understand, then shut up. Can your stamp album compare to my spinning bottle? Yours is just a few sheets of paper at most."

Old Li was furious on the spot.

"A few sheets of paper? Do you know what a monkey stamp is? Do you understand monkey stamps?"

Old Zhou slowly replied.

"He doesn't understand, he understands eight million."

Boss Wei was overjoyed.

"That's a clever thing to say. Old Ma, how did you manage to get eight million for that bottle? Tell us, let us poor folks see what you're made of."

Principal Chen gave a very serious reminder.

"Boss Wei, from a factual point of view, no one has the ability to spend money right now, so the term 'poor ghost' is used too broadly."

Boss Wei was impatient.

"Old Chen, can you please not spoil the fun at a time like this?"

Principal Chen calmly said, "The wording must be accurate, otherwise it is easy to cause ambiguity."

Lin Ye almost burst out laughing when he heard this.

He quickly lowered his head and took a sip of water.

You can't laugh now.

The eight million figure hasn't been explained clearly yet.

Laughing at this time can easily negatively impact your experience of making money.

Old Ma finally started talking about his treasure.

"That vase was acquired from a collector in the south when I was young. It has a lotus scroll design on the body and a revolving inner liner. The glaze is absolutely beautiful. You've never seen one like it before, so you wouldn't understand."

Boss Wei asked, "How much did you pay?"

Old Ma paused for a moment.

Two hundred thousand.

The East District fell silent for a moment.

Then, Old Li let out a meaningful, cold laugh.

"I bought it for 200,000, and you said it was worth 8 million. Old Ma, this price increase is more exciting than my grandson's milk tea."

Old Ma got anxious.

"Collecting requires a discerning eye! It requires understanding the times! It requires considering appreciation in value! What does your grandson, who sells waste paper, know?"

Grandma Zhao said slowly, "Old Ma, all you ever do is buy these bottles and jars, doesn't that sound wonderful?"

Old Ma snorted.

"That's called collecting."

"Did your grandson use your bowl to feed the cat?"

The East District quieted down again.

Boss Wei couldn't suppress his laughter any longer.

"Is that so?"

Old Ma was furious.

"That's no ordinary bowl! It's a Ming Dynasty imperial kiln bowl!"

Old Zhou asked, "Does the cat know?"

Grandma Zhao said, "Cats probably only know that the bowl is stable and won't wobble when they eat."

Lin Ye's pen slowly came to a stop.

He suddenly felt that something was off.

Eight million is certainly tempting.

But Old Ma speaks differently from Old Li and Old Zhou.

When Old Li criticized the stamp album, he went into very specific details.

Old Qin from the south of the city, an old exercise book, twelve yuan, milk tea.

When Lao Zhou criticized snuff bottles, he was very specific.

Nanqiao Secondhand Market, third row at the west entrance, near the toilet, fat shopkeeper, Hongtashan cigarettes, lighters.

But on Lao Ma's side, apart from "Qianlong", "enamelware" and "eight million", all of them were common big terms in the collecting circle.

Although Lin Ye doesn't know much about antiques, he's had a few good experiences these past two days and has learned a valuable lesson.

The more valuable something is, the less you should judge it based on its adjectives alone.

Adjectives are free, so many people dare to use them indiscriminately.

Old Ma continued speaking.

"Anyone who truly knows their stuff can tell at a glance that my bottle is something special. Even experts wouldn't readily acknowledge it."

Principal Chen suddenly spoke up.

"Judging from the logic of language, there are usually two possibilities why experts dare not recognize it."

Old Ma paused for a moment.

Which two?

"First, it's too precious. Second, it's too outrageous."

Boss Wei laughed so hard he almost choked.

Old Li immediately added insult to injury.

I choose second place.

Old Zhou said, "I'll also choose second place."

Grandma Zhao sighed.

"I won't choose it, I'm afraid Old Ma will get impatient."

Old Ma was so anxious that his voice cracked.

"What do you know? Even genuine national treasures are subject to controversy! Anything without controversy is just ordinary stuff!"

Hearing this, Lin Ye felt even more uneasy.

That sounds very powerful.

It also sounds a lot like a scammer's pitch.

He silently wrote a line in his notebook:

Experts dared not admit it.

A question mark was added after it.

But eight million is right there in front of us.

Even though he felt uneasy, Lin Ye was still unwilling to give up directly.

What if?

If it's fake, the worst that will happen is a loss of travel expenses and time.

If it's true, that's eight million.

What does eight million mean?

Lin Ye quickly did the math in his head.

His salary is 3,800.

There are 45,600 people in 12 months.

If you don't eat or drink, don't get sick, don't buy clothes, don't socialize, and don't pay extra fees in life, it would take about 175 years to earn eight million.

In other words, even if he works from now until he dies, he still won't reach that number by working regular jobs.

Lin Ye took a deep breath.

There are some risks, but the greater the risk, the higher the potential reward.

In the East District, Old Ma finally got to the point.

"My bottle is currently in my son's storage room. They don't appreciate its value and think my things are unlucky, saying they want to get rid of it all before moving to their new house."

Lin Ye immediately sat up straight.

Storage room.

Son's house.

Moving to a new house.

All processed.

These four terms are much more substantial than "Qianlong enamelware".

He quickly wrote it down.

Mr. Wei asked, "Didn't your son know that bottle was worth eight million?"

Old Ma sneered.

"He doesn't know anything. All he knows is that I spent money on things while I was alive, and he says I was cheated. These young people only care about mortgages, car loans, bubble tea, and cell phones. They don't understand the things our ancestors left us."

Old Li was dissatisfied.

"Just say 'milk tea,' don't take it out on my grandson."

Old Zhou delivered the final blow.

"Your grandson rushed over himself, twelve yuan a cup."

Old Li is about to start cursing again.

Grandma Zhao suddenly said, "Old Ma, when your son came to burn paper money last month, didn't he mention that the old house over at Yunhu Lake was going to be emptied out?"

Lin Ye paused, his pen poised.

Grandma Zhao's question was very timely.

Old Ma snorted.

"Yes, it's Unit 1, Building 3, Yunhu Community. He's currently renovating his new apartment, and all his belongings from the old one are piled up in the storage room. He said he's going to find someone to pack them up and move them away."

We have the address.

Yunhu Residential Area.

Three buildings, one unit.

Storage room.

Lin Ye's heart started racing again.

This feeling is familiar.

He appeared once during the time of Old Qin in the south of the city.

I saw it once when I was at the Nanqiao Secondhand Market.

Every time it appears, it's followed by money.

Lin Ye continued listening.

Old Ma was still scolding his son.

"His wife is even less understanding. She says those bottles and jars take up space and that they're unsettling to look at. Unsettling? That's culture! It's aesthetics! It's history!"

Mr. Wei said, "It could also be counterfeit."

Old Ma retorted angrily, "What do you know!"

Principal Chen asked very seriously, "Old Ma, does your bottle have a certificate?"

Old Ma paused.

"Truly good things don't rely on certificates."

Old Zhou asked, "Then what do we rely on?"

Old Ma's voice was very steady.

"It depends on your eyesight."

Old Li sneered.

"Your judgment is so poor that you buy a bowl for 200,000 yuan and then let the cat use it?"

Old Ma was enraged.

"That was an accident!"

Grandma Zhao said, "The cat is quite satisfied."

Lin Ye's mood went up and down.

It has an address, a target, and a processing time.

But Old Ma himself didn't sound very reliable.

The first two times they made a fortune, the victims in the clues were very angry, but not this confident.

Old Ma is different.

Every word he uttered sounded like he was calling himself a idiot.

These kinds of people are the most popular with antique stall owners when they are alive.

Because he can convince himself.

Lin Ye looked down at the notebook, his mind racing.

Should we go or not?

Going there would be a waste of time if it turned out to be fake.

I won't go. What if it's true? Eight million will slip through my fingers.

He took out his phone, opened the map, and searched for Yunhu Community.

It's not too far from Qingshan Cemetery.

It takes about forty minutes to transfer by bus.

Lin Ye stared at the red dot on the map, his expression gradually changing.

Go check it out.

Just look.

Not buying.

Observe first.

If the other party's offer is too high, leave immediately.

If something seems unreliable, leave immediately.

If you really can't tell, take a picture and send it to Lu Zhixia.

Thinking of Lu Zhixia, he felt a little more at ease.

He's not the novice who blindly rummaged through junk files like he was yesterday.

He has professional foreign aid.

Lu Zhixia's business card was tucked into the first page of the notebook, like a talisman.

In the East District, Old Ma is still putting on a passionate performance.

"You just wait. One day, someone will understand my Spinning Vase. At that time, eight million will be a minimum."

Boss Wei laughed and said, "If someone really spends eight million to buy your bottle, I'll have my son burn a tractor for me."

Principal Chen immediately corrected him.

"Boss Wei, please don't use agricultural machinery to insult cultural relics."

Old Zhou said quietly, "The premise is that it is truly an antique."

Old Li chimed in.

"I think it looks like a tourist souvenir."

Old Ma's voice trembled with anger.

"You're just jealous!"

Grandma Zhao said calmly, "You're still so confident even though you're dead?"

The East District was filled with laughter.

Lin Ye also lowered his head and chuckled.

After laughing, he looked at the line "eight million" on the notebook.

Those few words lay quietly on the paper.

It's quiet.

No fuss.

But it was more captivating than any other voice in the East District.

Lin Ye closed the notebook.

He told himself that he would just go and take a look tomorrow.

Never act impulsively.

I will never spend money recklessly.

I will absolutely not be overwhelmed by eight million.

He put down his pen, picked up his water glass, and took a sip.

The water is a little cold.

It just barely suppressed the heat in my heart.

The wind outside the window grew stronger.

Those dead people in the East District are still arguing.

Lin Ye sat in the guard booth, listening to their voices, and for the first time felt that he had stumbled upon a strange path.

The road begins at a cemetery.

A group of gossipy dead people were standing by the roadside.

The end leads nowhere.

However, at present, some gold coins will occasionally appear on the road.

He glanced down at his phone balance.

Approximately 40,000.

I glanced again at the eight million in the notebook.

Lin Ye silently placed his phone face down on the table.

I can't watch anymore.

Looking again, he feared he might want to go knock on doors in Yunhu Community tonight.