I Have a Wealth Gathering Array-Chapter 402: Antique Market

Upon hearing the system’s words, Qin Yun slapped his forehead.

The stock market is the easiest place to lose money. He was just thinking about losing money and forgot that he had actually bought stocks for a while and made a decent profit.

Losses in the stock market certainly represent his overall losses. For example, if he earned ten million before and lost ten thousand today, it means he still made nine million nine hundred ninety thousand in the stock market, which is definitely not a loss.

"Then I have to find other industries I haven’t delved into to lose money," Qin Yun thought to himself.

He definitely couldn’t touch clothing stores, and places like the stock market and lottery, where it’s easiest to lose money, were also off-limits.

So what else could he do?

For a moment, Qin Yun felt troubled, unable to think of any other way.

For ordinary people, losing this money is actually very easy, but with his fortune, he could find money just walking down the street.

Sure enough, just as he parked the car and walked down the street, Qin Yun saw a black wallet on the edge of the grass in front of him, with two red bills peeping out.

He went over and picked up the wallet, then stood there, pondering his next move.

A few minutes later, a girl in her twenties came rushing over, seemingly looking for something.

Seeing this, Qin Yun walked up and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Hello, handsome guy."

Upon seeing Qin Yun, the girl quickly said, "May I ask if you’ve seen a black wallet? I accidentally dropped it just now."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yun said, "What items are in your black wallet?"

Hearing Qin Yun ask this, the girl roughly guessed that he had picked it up and quickly said, "The wallet contains my ID card, my name is Zhao Ting; there’s also three hundred yuan in it and two photos..."

She quickly explained.

Qin Yun nodded and said, "Have a look, is this the wallet you lost?"

Seeing the black wallet, Zhao Ting was full of joy. She quickly checked it and nodded, "This is mine!"

She quickly thanked him, "Thank you."

Qin Yun waved his hand, said nothing more, and walked towards the distant marketplace, thinking as he went.

"Ting, did you find your wallet?"

Someone called to ask.

"Yes, I found it. A handsome guy picked it up and returned it to me." The girl happily replied on the phone.

Watching Qin Yun’s back, the handsome guy seemed to have some worries.

Even she could see that Qin Yun was pondering something, likely something very troubling.

But what could this trouble be? So-called tall, rich, and handsome, now the handsome guy is tall and handsome, just lacking riches; it must be trouble over making money, right?

Zhao Ting thought confidently.

...

At this moment, Qin Yun arrived on a street where people were setting up stalls on both sides selling a variety of items.

Since he couldn’t buy lottery tickets or the like, Qin Yun now thought of buying other things.

"Most of the prices for these items are normal, with no real risk of a loss."

Qin Yun thought silently, looking ahead, "But antiques are an exception."

He was standing right in front of an antique market.

For instance, a bottle of water can be one yuan, three yuan, five yuan; buying these doesn’t constitute a loss. But there are exceptions, such as antiques!

You might buy something priced at a fortune only to find it’s worthless, or buy something cheap that turns out to be invaluable.

At this moment, many people in the antique market were browsing the stalls, looking for treasures.

They usually linger in front of a booth for several minutes to see if they can find anything good, and some people even use magnifying glasses for a closer look.

If they can find an antique, they’re basically set.

There have been several incidents in this antique market, which makes many people interested in it.

Everyone believes in their own eye for value. What others can’t spot might catch their attention instantly.

In reality, most items on these booths are crafts. Even if they are claimed to be antiques from the Ming or Song Dynasty, they are actually modern reproductions.

Of course, there’s always a slim chance some are genuine; it depends on one’s eye for value, and sometimes even the sellers don’t know whether what they’re selling is real or fake.

"There are many fakes in the antique market, and although many are expensive, it’s bad for others but good for me,"

thought Qin Yun, "If I buy a fake at a high price, wouldn’t I incur a loss?"

He was here to incur losses, and after thinking about it, felt this antique market was perfect for him.

Moreover, he hadn’t bought these items before, so there was no question of losing out on any previous profits from antique purchases.

Scanning the booths, Qin Yun was also looking for his target.

"Prices are too low, not interested."

Even though it’s an antique market, most are crafts, and their prices are not high; some are just a few bucks, buying these would be of no use for Qin Yun’s plan to incur losses.

"This one looks a bit real, can’t buy it."

"That one looks old, like it’s got many years on it, can’t buy it."

Qin Yun strolled around, constantly ruling out items that could potentially be real antiques.

In fact, antiques priced over ten thousand are not many, and these look genuinely real.

If they didn’t, it would be evident at a glance they were fake, and they wouldn’t be sold at such high prices.

What Qin Yun needed to do now was find the fakes among these items.

He knew most of what he saw was undoubtedly fake, but he just didn’t dare to choose.

With his luck, if he inadvertently picked a genuine one, made a profit, and then had to incur a loss again, it would be much harder.

If that happened, Qin Yun would have to switch to another industry to continue incurring losses.

"Huh? Handsome guy, it’s you?"

Standing in front of a stall, Qin Yun was looking around when suddenly a voice of pleasant surprise called out, as a girl came up to him.

Recognizing the girl as Zhao Ting, who had earlier lost her wallet by her looks.

"Ting, who’s this handsome guy?"

At this moment, there were a few people beside the girl, two men and two women, and those two girls were smiling.

The girl Zhao Ting explained, "Earlier, I lost my money, didn’t I? It was this handsome guy who helped me find it."

She looked at Qin Yun, thanked him again, then curiously said, "You’re here to look at antiques too?"

"Mm."

Qin Yun nodded, casually responding without the desire to chat.

"This handsome guy is quite cool."

Seeing Qin Yun continue to look at antiques, the people around Zhao Ting thought inwardly.

"Ting,"

At this moment, a male opened with a smile, "Whatever antique you like, you can just buy it; consider it a gift from me."

"Wow, Rich Zhang, only giving gifts to Ting, what about us?"

"Yeah, we’re Ting’s besties, you’d better do something nice for us too."

As he finished speaking, the other two girls immediately laughed.