Chapter 12

Although he was eager to try, Jiang Ping still maintained a calm demeanor. He knew that at such a time, it was especially important not to let the vendor see which item he was interested in, otherwise the vendor would definitely raise the price, making it harder to get a good deal.

So, Jiang Ping began to look around the stall casually, and with his slightly immature appearance, he looked like a curious child.

The vendor did not think that this young man, who looked like a high school student, would really buy anything, so he did not come up to greet Jiang Ping enthusiastically. He only paid slight attention to Jiang Ping to prevent him from touching the items on the stall carelessly.

After looking around for a while, Jiang Ping's gaze fell on the box of snuff bottles. He first picked up a few other snuff bottles to examine, but put them back very carefully. Finally, he murmured to himself while looking at the white jade snuff bottle: "This thing is quite interesting. It would be nice to buy it as a birthday gift for Grandpa..."

Hearing Jiang Ping's muttering, the vendor immediately perked up and asked with a smile, "Young man, are you interested in this thing?"

"I want to buy it as a birthday gift for my grandpa." Jiang Ping started to act young again, asking the vendor with a slight blush, "How much are these little bottles?"

"Little... little bottles?!" The vendor was quite annoyed by Jiang Ping's way of referring to the snuff bottles and wanted to educate him about basic antique knowledge.

However, since this young man might become his first customer of the day, the vendor quickly dismissed the idea, smiling and said to Jiang Ping, "The little bottle you pointed to is from the Qing Dynasty and is made of white jade, very precious! If you really want it, I'll give you a fixed price: two thousand yuan!"

"Two thousand?!" Jiang Ping jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on, exclaimed, and then turned to leave.

Actually, the vendor also felt that two thousand was a bit expensive. He originally intended to make more money from this young amateur, but he did not expect Jiang Ping to leave without haggling. This made the vendor a bit anxious, and he quickly called out to Jiang Ping, "Young man, don't leave in a hurry. The price is negotiable. How much can you offer?"

Jiang Ping took out the money he had put in his shirt pocket and showed it to the vendor, saying sincerely, "I have eight hundred yuan here. This is the New Year's money I saved, that's all I have!"

"Eight hundred?" The vendor was at a loss, "That's a bit too little."

Jiang Ping said helplessly, "I can't do anything about it. That's all I have."

The vendor pondered and said, "Add a bit more, and the little bottle is yours!"

Jiang Ping stood firm, "I'm just a high school student, I only want to buy a birthday gift for my grandpa, and I don't have any more money!"

Jiang Ping's young appearance and skilled acting finally deceived the vendor. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Alright, in consideration of your filial piety, this 'little bottle' is yours for eight hundred!"

"Thank you, Uncle!" Jiang Ping quickly handed the money to the vendor, took the white jade snuff bottle, and thanked him again, still acting young.

At this moment, Jiang Ping realized that having a young appearance had its advantages. This time, it saved him a few hundred yuan. If he hadn't used his high school student identity, he definitely wouldn't have been able to buy the snuff bottle at such a low price.

After taking the snuff bottle, Jiang Ping immediately examined it carefully and soon confirmed that it was an artifact from the early Republic of China and made of Hetian white jade. Although the Hetian white jade used was mountain material rather than seed material, based on Jiang Ping's experience from his previous life, he knew that if he found a knowledgeable buyer, the snuff bottle could easily sell for three to five thousand yuan. Although the profit was not huge, it was still a good start for his money-making plan.

While Jiang Ping was examining the snuff bottle, he suddenly felt a cool sensation emanating from it. The coolness quickly traveled up his arm and into his eyes.

This sudden change startled Jiang Ping. If it weren't for his steel-like will and steady hands from his previous life, he might have dropped the white jade snuff bottle in shock.

As Jiang Ping was still in a state of shock, he noticed that when the coolness entered his eyes, the discomfort and soreness in his eyes, which had been caused by looking at too many people, immediately subsided. The coolness quickly spread in his eyes, and the previous discomfort disappeared.

"Could the coolness from the snuff bottle relieve eye fatigue?" This thought flashed through Jiang Ping's mind, and he quickly focused on observing the vendor in front of him.

To his great surprise, Jiang Ping saw a faint golden light on the vendor's forehead! Although the golden light disappeared quickly, Jiang Ping saw it clearly. He was overjoyed, knowing that he had finally cracked the secret of his eyes and found a way to see the light on people's foreheads multiple times.

However, while he was happy, another question arose in his mind: If black represents death and red represents bloodshed, what does the golden light represent?

With this question in mind, Jiang Ping did not leave immediately but stayed to watch what would happen to the vendor. Jiang Ping did not have to wait long. Soon, a middle-aged man with a thick gold chain around his neck and several gold rings on his hands came to the stall.

This man looked around the stall and then pointed to a large bowl, saying to the vendor, "Is this a Qinghua bowl from the Qianlong period? Let me see it!"

Hearing this, Jiang Ping couldn't help but think, "What an amateur!"

No matter where you buy antiques, you should never say the age of the item first. This is like giving the vendor a reason to raise the price. Moreover, Jiang Ping could see at a glance that the bowl was a modern imitation, and a very crude one at that. This middle-aged man actually considered it a treasure, clearly an amateur.

The vendor was naturally very happy to encounter such a customer. He seized the opportunity to chat with the middle-aged man, praising the authenticity of his items and the man's good eye. After a series of flattery and haggling, the middle-aged man bought the "Qianlong Qinghua bowl" for eight thousand yuan.

Seeing the vendor happily counting the money, Jiang Ping had a sudden realization. He understood that the golden light represented good fortune. However, the most important thing for him was not knowing what the golden light meant, but confirming that he truly had a magical ability.

Jiang Ping, who had lived two lives, knew very well that the ability to see people's fortunes could bring him enormous benefits. At this moment, a word suddenly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but think, "Since heaven has given me this ability, why not call it 'the discerning eye'?"

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