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"A bronze incense burner," Lin Chuan uttered with a chuckle upon a brief glance.

The bronze incense burner stood on three legs, its body round and lines soft, carved with exquisitely detailed auspicious cloud patterns, with just the right density between the clouds, and the lid was openwork in the shape of clouds, complementing the mouth of the burner.

Overall, the patina of the bronze incense burner had a deep color, as if covered in a layer of light gold or reddish-brown gloss, which made it look even more antique.

"A Qing Dynasty bronze incense burner, I\'ll give you an estimate of just under twenty thousand," Lin Chuan concluded.

"Young man, you\'ve got a good eye," the man in the blue T-shirt said, giving Lin Chuan a thumbs-up, then started to pack the bronze incense burner and the fighting color floral scroll-grass pattern bowl into his bag.

"Scan here to pay," Lin Chuan said with a smile.

Four hundred yuan, received.

As the man was about to leave, he turned to Lin Chuan and asked, "Young man, can we exchange WeChat contacts? I have a lot more treasures I\'d like to have appraised. If you give a good price, I can sell them to you."

"Of course we can."

Lin Chuan smiled and then added the man as a friend.

After the man left,

the Little Landlady, who had been following Lin Chuan, asked curiously, "Chairman, why didn\'t we ask him if the bowl and the bronze incense burner were for sale just now?"

Lin Chuan tapped the Little Landlady\'s forehead gently, "You, collecting this and that."

The Little Landlady pouted slightly, "Isn\'t it because we don\'t have much stock in our shop? Couldn\'t we have collected those two antiques?"

Lin Chuan chuckled, "It\'s not that we couldn\'t collect them, it\'s just that those two items weren\'t his."

"How could you tell?" the Little Landlady asked curiously.

"You\'ll know when you\'ve seen enough."

"But you\'ve only just started seeing them for a few days, right?"

"Ah, I mean, you\'ll understand after you\'ve seen enough people."

"There are also people who come to have antiques appraised on behalf of others."

"Of course, there are. Many sellers can\'t show up in person, so they ask others to help them with the appraisal. It\'s quite common. Plus, our Goldstone Edge has just opened, and some nearby shops also come around to test us, trying to tarnish our reputation," Lin Chuan said with a laugh.

The Little Landlady nodded and quietly took note.

The antique shop was new, and since there wasn\'t much inventory, there weren\'t many customers in the afternoon. Instead, there were quite a few who came for treasure appraisal, some with fakes, insisting they were genuine, aiming to give Lin Chuan a hard time.

But Lin Chuan resolved each case without giving them any ammunition.

Unnoticed, the sun had set, and night had fallen.

The flow of people on East Street was two to three times that of the daytime, and business at Goldstone Edge picked up.

However, due to the nature of antiques,

there were a lot of customers who lingered outside the door for a long time before coming in, took a look around, bought nothing, and left, leaving nothing behind.

Did that count as a visit?

Did that even happen?

Until ten at night, the flow of people started to dwindle.

\'Ding Dong Ding Dong—\'

The phone displayed a message from the man in the blue T-shirt that afternoon: "Young man, I have an item here, do you buy it?"

Lin Chuan replied, "What kind of treasure?"

Soon after, the man sent over two spontaneous photos, accompanied by text: "This piece of porcelain, what do you think?"

Lin Chuan looked at the photo: "Just by looking at the picture, it seems quite nice. It would be best to bring it to the shop for a look."

"Then it\'s a deal, I\'ll come over now," the man replied immediately.

The photo of the porcelain that the man sent was indeed nice, preliminarily estimated to be worth three hundred thousand. If they could acquire it, they could make a tidy profit by reselling it.

Lin Chuan thought about it and agreed, "Alright."