Zhao An ignored him and continued walking forward, examining a scroll through the glass. It was a yellowed, ancient scroll, hundreds of years old.

Quietly observing, Zhao An read the description before him. This scroll was from the Han Dynasty, a long time ago, and the paper should have rotted long ago.

At this moment, a staff member was called over and introduced Zhao An. "This is a Rising Sun Post, created by an ancient poet. The anti-corruption technology of that era was quite advanced, using a large amount of sesame oil for soaking and a special graphite for writing. The reason for this posting process is currently unknown, but what is known is that this technology may have been used in the emperor's tomb."

"It was indeed used in tombs, and it was made in a workshop under the Han Dynasty. Anyone who understands this will understand, it's true." Zhao An simply glanced at it and left, still unsure of what the light spots meant.

After wandering around the museum, many artifacts were displayed in glass cases. Some items so decayed that only a speck of iron filings remained could still be called antiques, but without the bright spots on them, they were clearly fake.

"Let's go to the antique market." Zhao An chose not to play with women, but continued on his way. He needed to understand the purpose of the recent bright spots; they wouldn't appear for no reason; they must have a purpose.

"Okay," Qian Haoming said after hanging up the phone, smiling. "There's an antique auction happening. Are you interested, Young An?"

"Then let's go." Zhao An was curious about the auction; he had never experienced one before. Perhaps he could buy something special?

The antique market wasn't far away. The streets were made of ancient bluestone bricks, seemingly purpose-built. This area was divided into specialized markets, seemingly intended to serve a special antiques industry.

The antique market contained a wide variety of items: porcelain, ancient jade, cultural relics, paper, ink, brushes, and inkstones—anything ancient could be sold for money.

Antiques weren't particularly valuable; they were more for collection. When something is valuable, it's very valuable; when it's worthless, it's worthless. It all depends on market demand.

The group arrived by car at the antique market. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the lights were still bright.

There were many small rugs around the perimeter, where some merchants displayed their props, covered with small items. There were handmade works, as well as some antique-looking items that looked like antiques.

The streets were bustling with people, including many young and beautiful women.

Zhao An walked straight ahead, looking at the shops around him, but didn't see anything special.

He stopped in front of a street stall. The vendor was a middle-aged man wearing a conical hat, with a very peasant air. "Look around, take a look, and name your price if you like it."

Zhao An squatted on the ground, without moving his hands, and asked, "How much are you selling these things for?"

"Sir, which item are you talking about?" the owner asked with a smile, like a simple farmer, but with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"What about this?" Zhao An said, pointing to an inkstone. It's used to hold ink, and anyone familiar with calligraphy would recognize it.

"We use this as a table leg support. If you like it, I'll give you a thousand yuan!" The seemingly honest owner quoted a shocking price—a truly outrageous one.

Zhao An didn't object, but nodded. "Yes, I don't see much profit at this price. What about this?" He pointed to a slightly rusty piece of iron.

"This is a fragment of an ancient bronze sword, passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors. Unfortunately, it's broken, and only this fragment remains. You're very discerning, customer. I'll give you two thousand yuan." The owner raised two fingers. He could tell Zhao An had plenty of money, so he asked for the exorbitant price.

"Okay, then I won't buy it." Zhao An smiled, then stood up and left. "Hey, customer, wait a moment. Tell me how much!" the stall owner hurriedly called out to Zhao An. How could he let his hard-earned business be snatched away?

"Two hundred, and you have to bring this round ball," Zhao An said, pointing to the round ball next to him.

The round ball was actually just an ordinary rolling ball, meant to be played with in the palm of your hand. Rolling two balls back and forth in your palm stimulates acupuncture points. It could only be considered a health product.

"Well, customer, you're really good at bargaining." The honest owner could only back down, wrapping the item and handing it to Zhao An.

Zhao An took out five hundred yuan and handed it over. "No need for change, you're very generous. Here's your tip."

After some bargaining, he successfully bought what he wanted. Both items glowed faintly.

No one else could see this glow, only Zhao An could. If it glowed, it must be useful.

"Bronze Sword Fragment: Possesses a vintage aura. Absorbing it increases your perception."

"Jade Orb: Possesses a vintage aura. Absorbing it increases your perception."

Both items share the same description, which is quite intriguing.

Zhao An silently absorbed the aura, then toyed with it in both hands. Once in his hands, it was absorbed.

Instantly, Zhao An's facial features became more acute, allowing him to discern the fine hairs on a woman's skin from fifty meters away.

His facial features were magnified, and his perception was clearly heightened. Even the ability to perceive people, acquired after having sex with Qian Yuling, became especially intense. Qian Haoming, standing behind him, could clearly perceive his inner thoughts, only to wonder why he had done so.

At this thought, Zhao An's eyes grew playful. He handed the bag over. "Jade can be played with like a ball, and this fragment is indeed a bronze sword fragment. I'll give it to you. Let's go and see what the auction is like."

"Oh, thank you." Qian Haoming was a little puzzled, but he still took the bag and handed it to his cousin.

Even off to the side, a beautiful woman in a black dress and stylish thin-strap high heels arrived at the auction with several bodyguards and a close friend.

It was hard to tell what brand the dress and heels were, but they must be very expensive. And the vacant expression on her face clearly showed arrogance.

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