The Strongest Mad Son-in-law

Jiang Xuezhun heard what Xu Hao said and instantly compromised, "Husband, I was wrong. I won't bite you anymore."

"That's better!"

Xu Hao laughed out loud and let Jiang Xuezhun come over to fetch it herself.

After Jiang Xuezhun arrived, she chose the Star of the Crimson Flame, which represented Mars; she said Mars suited her temper perfectly - explosive.

The faintly glowing fire-red ring, when worn on Jiang Xuezhun's hand, added even more charm to her.

But in the next second, she was so excited she jumped three feet high and clung onto Xu Hao.

Describing her at this moment as "demure as a maiden, wild as a crazy rabbit" really couldn't be more apt.

Xu Hao smiled. This girl was a maniac for violence; anyone marrying her without some skills was asking for trouble.

North District Antique Market.

This was the gathering place for all antique lovers in Jing'an City, where the vast majority of antique dealers in the entire city were concentrated.

The market had three streets.

Upper Street, Middle Street, and Lower Street.

The name of each street predetermined its status.

Ordinary antiques were found on Lower Street, slightly more valuable ones on Middle Street, while works by famous artists and precious ancient relics were found on Upper Street.

But Jiang Xuezhun headed straight for Lower Street after getting there.

Xu Hao smiled slightly. Jiang Xuezhun's salary wasn't high, and she was quite independent, not asking her family for money. The clothes she wore altogether did not exceed one thousand yuan, so she would have found it difficult to treasure hunt on Middle Street and naturally chose Lower Street.

As soon as Jiang Xuezhun got to the street, she perked up instantly, excitedly pulling Xu Hao along as she looked and talked, "Husband, look at this porcelain; it looks old, but when you observe it closely, you'll find it's a replica, only good for fooling novices."

"Look at that piece of calligraphy and painting, signed by Ba da Shan ren; it may appear similar in style, but it's actually a deceiving fake. Although it's a high-quality imitation, it can still fetch a price, but that seller is too dishonest, pricing it too high, there's no profit for buyers!"

"..."

The sellers obviously heard what Jiang Xuezhun said but pretended not to. Jiang Xuezhun was a frequent visitor, and sometimes even snuck out during work hours to have a look, so the sellers knew her identity and naturally dared not trouble her.

As Jiang Xuezhun explained, Xu Hao also gradually began to understand these items, and suddenly remembered the unique aspect of his eyes, activating his special ability.

He was amazed to find that he could clearly see the patterns inside the items, which allowed him to accurately determine the ages of the antiques.

At this moment, Jiang Xuezhun picked up a painting with several delicate and translucent shrimp on it and said, "This looks quite like it's from the hand of Qi Baishi, but encountering his painting here is difficult."

Xu Hao looked carefully and saw that it was of recent origin, not more than twenty years old, likely a modern imitation. However, based on what Jiang Xuezhun had said earlier, the method of painting resembled the work of Master Huang Banruo. Though it couldn't match the genuine works of Qi Baishi or Huang Banruo's own creations, it could still fetch over two hundred thousand yuan.

He glanced at the price tag, ten thousand yuan.

If they could snap up the painting for that price and flip it slightly, they could net nearly one hundred and fifty thousand yuan in profit.

Indeed, there were overnight fortunes to be made at the antique market, but more often people went from riches to rags overnight.

Whether it led to instant success or bankruptcy often hung in the balance of a moment's decision, a test of one's keen eye.

Clearly, Jiang Xuezhun realized she had found a treasure. She didn't show her excitement but instead feigned contempt, saying, "The imitation is quite alike. However, the imitator needs to learn more about Master Qi's essence. Owner, it's too expensive; how about making it cheaper?"

"Can't make it cheaper. You said it's not a genuine piece by Master Qi; I won't argue, but this is a high-quality fake. The price of ten thousand yuan isn't expensive," said the owner, a thin man in his forties or fifties with sly eyes.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Xuezhun said, "Ok then, wrap it up well for me, and I'll pay."

"Alrighty!"

The owner beamed with joy, quickly wrapped up the painting, and handed it over to Jiang Xuezhun.

Jiang Xuezhun had just paid when she and Xu Hao started to leave.

But something felt off to Xu Hao, and he suddenly said, "Hold on!"

"What's wrong, husband?" Jiang Xuezhun asked, confused.

Xu Hao said, "The painting you just bought seems to have been switched by the owner."

Xu Hao hadn't expected the owner to dare carry out such a trick, especially since Jiang Xuezhun was, after all, someone who specialized in catching crooks.

"What?!"

Jiang Xuezhun was immediately consumed with anger. She opened the bag and sure enough, it had been switched!

This painting was a low imitation of the works of Qi Baishi; if it could sell for one hundred yuan, they should be grateful!

"Damn it, to think someone dared to deceive me! I'm going to settle the score with him!"

Jiang Xuezhun stormed back furiously and confronted the owner, "You dared to deceive me!"