After playing with the ring for a day, Qiu Han finally had to give up the possibility of getting more effective information from this ring. Everything is unreasonable and nothing can be verified.

At night, Qiu Han, as a professional street vendor in the night market, came to the west night market early. Although he had just experienced an incredible event last night, it was obvious that the news public relations had achieved results, and the number of people in the night market did not decrease, and there were even many people who came to find out the truth.

Qiu Han could only shake his head for these things. For himself, he would go hungry for a day without leaving the stall, so he had to put aside all unrealistic ideas.

Believing in the principle of "flowing flowers quickly for ill-gotten wealth", Qiu Han placed his fingertip in the most conspicuous position in the stall.

"Hey, this is a ring. Where can I get it? It's quite real." The dreamer brother of the sock stall saw the ring placed on the stall first.

Mengxiang is a member of the system. He went out of the night market at night just to practice stalls and earn some money.

"Well, an old man in the village put him in consignment here, saying that he was an antique from the Qing Dynasty." Qiu Han explained with a set of words.

"Oh, let you sell antiques from the Qing Dynasty here? Are you fooling you? Don't be deceived!" Mengxiang brother kindly reminded.

"Well, it's just consignment anyway, it doesn't matter whether you sell it or not."

"Yeah, too."

The night market is a place for many ordinary people to entertain and enjoy, while Qiu Han is an ordinary member of countless stall vendors. Just like his groceries, it is the most common existence among all goods.

"Brother Hu, you are here. This is the stall fee tonight." As he said that, Brother Meng took out five yuan from his pocket and handed it to a young man with a bloated figure in front of him, who was not tall, bloated, and had a skull tattooed on his arm.

Guan Hu, a member of the village committee in Chengxi Street, although he was named as a member of the village committee, was actually a gangster who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. However, he just gave him the opportunity to show off his skills in charging the management fee of the Chengxi Night Market. Because his master is famous and his behavior is scoundrel, many merchants who were originally unwilling to pay the "stall management fee" eventually paid the stall fee of five yuan per night on time.

"Brother Hu, I'll give you the stall fee." Before Guan Hu could approach, Qiu Han handed over the money with a smile on his face. Faced with a role like Guan Hu, Qiu Han's criterion is to please him, and attracting their attention is definitely not a good thing for himself to make a living in the night market.

"Hey, the ring?" Guan Hu's eyes flashed in his eyes when he saw the ring placed on the stall. Instead of receiving Qiu Han's money hanging in the air, he said, "The stall fee for this will be waived tonight, so use this to pay for it."

Although I don’t know the exact value of the ring, it is a real antique from the Qing Dynasty. Although I want to please Guan Hu in front of me, selling the ring for five yuan is simply a free gift, which is completely inconsistent with a stall vendor’s money principle that everything is valuable.

"Brother Hu, this ring was consigned by someone else to me, and it's too little for five yuan." Qiu Han said with a tough forehead.

"What, louder, Brother Hu didn't hear it clearly." Guan Hu, who was holding the ring, was about to turn around and leave, and asked, shaking his ears and leaning his head close to Qiu Han. The threat was self-evident.

"This, Brother Hu, this thing is really someone else's here..." Before he could say anything, Guan Hu's big hand suddenly grabbed Qiu Han's collar of the coat. The thin Qiu Han was like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered by Guan Hu in his hand.

"Brother Hu, don't, don't be angry, please let go of him first, Qiu Han is still a child. I have some research on antiques, and even crafts are worth five or six hundred yuan." Seeing the angry Guan Hu, Meng Yao stood up with a tough bullet.

But only after hearing a "pop", Brother Hu raised his hand and slapped Brother Meng Xiang's face firmly. Brother Meng Xiang, who had been in the office, could not withstand such treatment? His left half of his face instantly swelled. Guan Hu might not feel that the slap was not very satisfying, and he threw Qiu Han to the ground with force, walked towards Brother Meng Xiang, who was slow, rolled up his sleeves and seemed to be ready to punch and kick. Qiu Han said it was too late. As soon as his body landed, he jumped up and hugged Guan Hu's thigh and shouted: "Brother Hu, Brother Hu, I'm sorry, I've given you the ring. I don't want money."

He raised his foot and kicked Qiu Han a few times, and Guan Hu's face showed a cruel face.

"Grandpa, please help him. It feels very pitiful." As Brother Hu showed his power, a circle of people quickly surrounded him. One of the girls of seventeen or eighteen said, shaking the arm of a man with a little gray hair.

He touched the girl drowningly, and the old man nodded and pulled away the crowd around him watching the fun and said in a deep voice: "Stop."

Nowadays, most people are not interested in watching the fun. No one expected that someone would suddenly stand up at this time.

"Old man, who are you?" Guan Hu stopped his feet and looked at the old man with disdain.

"The ring in your hand is a tiger bone ring from the early Qing Dynasty. It is perfect in color and burn marks, and the ring is more eye-catching. As a ring that has experienced war, its existence is greater than the ring that is purely appreciated and played with in the late Qing Dynasty. The most important thing is that it is preserved to the present. According to my estimate, the market price is more than 8,000, and the price may double if it is placed at an auction." Although the old man is old, he speaks with a high aura, and a high-ranking aura emits from the inside out.

The crowd around him who heard the old man's explanation suddenly became turbulent. It was indeed a bit too much to take away the ring worth more than 10,000 yuan.

Hearing the discussions of people around him, Guan Hu's face became increasingly ugly. He glanced around and looked at the old man with a sharp look.

At this moment, a well-dressed young man walked out of the crowd and shouted, "I pay ten thousand of this finger." After that, he came to the old man and said respectfully, "Old Lu, you are kind."

As the young man finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit holding a rosary in his hand walked out of the crowd and shouted, "I'll pay 12,000."

Looking at the people around him who were constantly helping each other, Guan Hu hesitated for a moment and then gritted his teeth and walked towards the old man quickly, looking like he would never give up.

Just as Guan Hu was approaching the old man quickly, a fat man with a thick gold chain walked out of the crowd and shouted, "Xiao Guan, you can't stop and blind your dog's eyes. Do you know who this person is in front of you? He is Lu Yueshan, the director of the L City Museum." As he said that, he came to Lu Yueshan respectfully and bowed, then helped Qiu Han up on the ground and said, "Little brother, I'm sorry, this is 15,000 yuan in cash. Give me this ring."

Guan Hu suddenly froze when he heard the scolding sound.

Everything happened too quickly, 15,000 yuan was already in front of Qiu Han, but at this time he was hesitating whether to accept it or not.

"Hold it, young man." The old man said.

Hearing this, the two people who offered another offer could not help but frown slightly.

As the director of L City Museum, Lu Yueshan still has a certain influence. If Lu Yueshan said that this ring is worth 10,000 yuan, then its auction value will definitely be more than twice, and the value of 15,000 is actually low. However, after a little thought, everyone will understand the key. It is most appropriate for Lu Yueshan to end the bid at this time. However, Guan Hu is obviously a little afraid of the fat man in front of him, so selling the ring to the fat man in front of him at a low price should reduce the probability of Guan Hu's revenge in the future. This move is well-intentioned.
Chapter completed!