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"Hey, young man, haven't seen you for days. Why haven't you been coming around here lately?"

As soon as Chen Yiyang arrived at the street market, the old man at stall 12 greeted him warmly.

Chen Yiyang hadn't been buying from him recently, causing his sales to drop significantly.

Though it's common to not sell anything from morning till night as a street vendor.

Losing Chen Yiyang, a regular customer, still made the old man a bit sad.

Fortunately, Chen Yiyang showed up today.

Chen Yiyang originally intended to go directly to stall 13. According to the information, this stall was right next to the old man, and now the vendor there was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties or forties.

But due to the old man's enthusiastic greeting, Chen Yiyang decided to go to the old man's stall first.

"Picked up any good stuff recently?" Chen Yiyang asked.

"All genuine antiques," the old man pointed at his stall to introduce to Chen Yiyang.

"I've recently met quite a few big collectors; their homes are piled with various antiques. Lucky for me, they think I have a knack in this field, so they sold me quite a few good items for cheap. Look here, I have items from the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties."

After hearing the old man's words, Chen Yiyang looked down.

Goodness, the old man has joined the National Treasure Gang now.

The items on the old man's stall now seemed to have come directly from the National Museum.

One item in the National Museum, one at his stall.

If these items were all real, the treasure-level antiques at his stall would outnumber those at the Jin City Museum.

"Old man," Chen Yiyang kindly reminded him, "all of these are fake. If they were real, the Jin City Museum couldn't compare."

"Youngster doesn't know anything," the old man was unhappy hearing Chen Yiyang's words, "The stuff in the museum is average, only fooling outsiders like you. Real treasures wouldn't let you in for just a few bucks. Our country's good stuff is all in private hands, understand?"

Alright.

Chen Yiyang knew it was difficult to change the old man's mind, so he kept his lips sealed.

The old man seeing Chen Yiyang staying silent thought he might have hurt his regular customer's feelings.

But still unwilling to apologize, he glanced sideways and pointed to the neighboring stall, "You say my antiques are fake, look over here. This guy claims his stuff is foreign antiques, even more fake."

This trick made the neighboring vendor dissatisfied, and he hummed a little. But seeing the old man's age, he was reluctant to argue.

So the vendor said to Chen Yiyang, "Young man, come have a look at my stall. I have some wonderful Ancient Roman items."

And so Chen Yiyang naturally walked over.

"Young man, I'm from Tongliao. You might not know, let me tell you. The true line of Ancient Rome was Eastern Rome, and the third Rome was Russia. Russia's true line was in Tsarist Russia.

The true line of Tsarist Russia was the Golden Horde, and the true line of the Golden Horde was Mongolia, the true line of Mongolia was Mosenan, and Mosenan's true line was Kerchin.

So Kerchin now belongs to where? It belongs to our Tongliao. I'm from Tongliao, so all these items I'm selling were authentically brought back from Ancient Rome."

Alright.

Have street vendors amplified their antics to this level nowadays?

Chen Yiyang could barely help but applaud after hearing this guy.

Quite logical.

"According to your logic, Kerchin's true line belongs to Huaxia, and Huaxia's civilization emerged from Henan. So Ancient Rome's true line should end in Henan."

"That would clash with our Huaxia civilization; better let Tongliao be the true line of Ancient Rome. This way, it symbolizes that the Ancient Roman civilization is now a branch of our Huaxia civilization."

"You were just born a few decades late; if you had been born early and suggested it to the top when the country was founded, perhaps we'd have an Ancient Roman Race now." Chen Yiyang bantered with the man from Tongliao while browsing items at his stall.

Half genuine, half fake.

Things like cups and silver and gold coins were as fake as can be, modern-made artifacts.

But besides these, there were quite a few Roman glazed beads and such on the stall.

However, the more Chen Yiyang looked at these Roman glazed beads, the more familiar they seemed. How did they resemble the batch he once snagged?

Chen Yiyang suppressed his curiosity and kept looking.

He found the five brothel tokens he was searching for.

So Chen Yiyang reached out and picked up one of them.

This token was in excellent condition, and the front image was vivid.

The image was quite significant.

In the West, this position is called the missionary position; in Fusang, it's known as the normal position; in ancient Huaxia, it's referred to as the dragon turn.

Comparatively, our wording is more elegant.

"What kind of decent person would imprint such a picture on a silver coin, isn't it shameful." The old man beside him saw the coin in Chen Yiyang's hand and mumbled a few words.

One reason for the old man's grumpiness today was that Chen Yiyang didn't buy anything from him; the other was that this middle-aged vendor was new.

With a new competitor, naturally, he'd be ostracized a bit first.

Chen Yiyang didn't say much, simply observing the coin closely.

The so-called Ancient Roman brothel token, its origin is yet to be determined, but there's a widely circulated theory.

During Ancient Rome, brothels flourished in the city. However, at that time in Ancient Rome, coins bore the emperor's likeness.

Using coins with the emperor's portrait to pay for such services prompted some nobles to express discontent, feeling such actions profaned the emperor.

Hence, to avoid suspicions, brothels crafted a batch of tokens.

These tokens had some indecent images on the front, while the back used Roman numerals for numbering.

Customers could first exchange money for these tokens and then use them for transactions inside.

Kind of like membership cards nowadays.

Chen Yiyang mused that finding such things domestically could indeed be thanks to Mongolian soldiers during invasions into Europe casually bringing them back.

After all, the images were quite interesting.

"How much for this stuff? I'll buy all five," Chen Yiyang inquired.

Before coming, he checked. If these tokens were real, selling them abroad, a well-preserved one could fetch tens of thousands of US Dollars per piece.

Quite valuable indeed.

"Young people have taste," the man from Tongliao praised with a thumbs-up, then said, "A thousand per piece."

"A hundred each, I'll buy them for the fun of it," Chen Yiyang said.

"These are all real." The Tongliao fellow was anxious.

"You bought all these Roman glazed beads from the shop next to Temple Street, right? Figured if displaying all fake things, it's easy to be spotted. So you mixed in some real items for disguise?"

"How do you know?" The middle-aged man got nervous hearing Chen Yiyang's words, hastily gesturing for Chen Yiyang to lower his voice.

Though everyone on this street sells fake items, no one admits it.

If publicly exposed for purchasing genuine goods from legitimate sources to mix in, he, the newcomer, would be ostracized not just by the old man.