This is his first visit to Beijing. The sky overhead is a stark contrast to the Northwest, making him feel a bit oppressed, hard to breathe.

Behind him, Cao Yufei and Chen Wei looked accustomed, having evidently experienced smog before.

The three hailed a cab from the airport and later found a hotel in the city center to settle in.

After dining in the hotel restaurant, Qi Yun instructed Chen Wei to rent a business vehicle first, otherwise, it would be inconvenient to transport that chair when it arrives tomorrow.

He himself was in the hotel room reviewing today's intelligence information.

[Current Intelligence Points: 5]

[Today's Intelligence 1 (red): A high-end restaurant on South West Street, Maizidian, is seeking to purchase high-quality tuna. Jinxiu Land Wholesale Market received a delivery of a bluefin tuna worth over 120,000 an hour ago. Contact number ****]

"Seems like there's money to be made, but not much… too lazy to fuss with it."

[Today's Intelligence 2 (red): North gate of Pan Garden Antiques Market, at the eighth stall to the right, an old man is selling imitation ancient coins for four thousand yuan per piece; the vendor at the first stall by the south gate is buying these types of ancient coins, purchasing price six thousand yuan apiece]

What does that mean?

Sell on one side, buy on the other?

Qi Yun was a bit confused.

[Today's Intelligence 3 (red): North gate of Pan Garden Antiques Market, seventh stall to the right, there's a piece of calligraphy by Master Qian Yuqing (unsigned), asking price three thousand yuan, real value over two hundred thousand yuan]

"Oh, here again?"

Qi Yun was worried about what to bring when visiting Chen Lao's friend; this piece of calligraphy seemed quite suitable, its value of two hundred thousand yuan was neither too much nor too little.

After all, he had no substantial ties with the other party and couldn't expect them to fix the chair for free.

However, the name of this Master Qian sounded somewhat unfamiliar?

Half an hour later, Chen Wei returned with the rented car, and Qi Yun promptly took him to Pan Garden...

Pan Garden, deserving its reputation as the most famous antiques market, could be described as bustling, filled with various antiquities and knick-knacks.

Without exaggeration, the foot traffic on Shi Feng's Antique Street was not even comparable to the number of foreigners here.

As soon as they entered the south gate, they noticed a booth with a poster depicting an ancient coin, with big letters below reading "Recycle such ancient coins, six thousand yuan a piece!"

The vendor was a middle-aged man with long hair, sparse short eyebrows, and small eyes - a pair of triangular eyes, looking very shrewd.

Qi Yun discreetly eyed the person, thinking that he was likely the one mentioned in the intelligence.

Before he could think more, the crowd behind had already pushed him forward.

However, he wasn't particularly interested in the wares displayed at the booths on either side, unwilling to pay for a lesson, so he directly headed towards the north gate.

Approaching the north gate's entrance, he raised his eyes and indeed saw an old man at the eighth booth to the right, the man wore a large cotton hat and had a scraggly beard.

This pair of triangular eyes bore some resemblance to the earlier middle-aged man.

Qi Yun mused briefly and understood what was going on.

He pulled a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth and headed towards the next booth.

"Brother, interested in a look at the calligraphy?" the vendor greeted enthusiastically upon seeing a customer.

Qi Yun nodded, squatted down, and glanced over each of the dozens of paintings and calligraphies on the ground, until his sight caught a faint glimmer, he then stopped searching.

"Let me take a look at that piece."

"Okay." The vendor responded, bending down and picking up a scroll, placing it on the blanket before Qi Yun.

Qi Yun picked it up and carefully examined it, pretending to be knowledgeable.

Even though he knew little about calligraphy, he felt this piece before him exuded a flavor where the pen's edge was sharp, and the atmosphere vivacious.

In fact, many contemporary calligraphers' works aren't famous not because their writing isn't good, but often because they are still alive...

"How much for this scroll?" Qi Yun looked up and asked the vendor.

The vendor bared his teeth, holding up three fingers: "Three thousand is fine if you're interested."

Qi Yun nodded, thinking the person was quite honest, and immediately packed the scroll, took out his phone, and scanned three thousand yuan to him.

The vendor, pleased after receiving the money, gave Qi Yun an extra box for mounting as a gift.

Qi Yun did not refuse, acknowledged it, then stood up and approached the next stall.

As he walked, he casually glanced at the goods on display.

The old man noticed and hurriedly shouted, "Boss, interested in the coins? Just bought them from an old landlord's house; genuine Ming Dynasty ancient coins."

With that, he squatted down and picked a piece from the most prominent pile of brown coins on the stall, handing it to Qi Yun: "Boss, take a look, these are all quality goods."

Qi Yun stopped, his gaze falling onto the coins on the old man's stall, numbering around ten to fifteen pieces. The coins appeared aged, surface rusted, emitting a primitive aura.

Anyway, he, an outsider, could not discern their authenticity.

"How much are you selling these copper coins for?" Qi Yun asked, smiling.

The old man showed a sincere smile: "Boss, to be honest, I bought them for three thousand eight; if you want, four thousand each is fine. Let an old man earn some hard-earned money."

Qi Yun put down the copper coin, stood up, clapped his hands, and happily replied: "Alright, I'll take everything on your stall."

"All, take all?" The old man was somewhat shocked, mouth agape looking at Qi Yun.

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