17: Chapter 17 Big Brother, You're in Trouble!

"Whew~"

"Alright, let's continue with the treasure appraisal."

"By the way! A special reminder: anyone with a looks score below sixty is forbidden from joining the voice chat. This Streamer just finished eating and doesn't want to throw up!"

The viewers in the livestream also expressed their agreement, still feeling a lingering fear.

"Exactly! Ugly people, stay away!"

"I don't want to see my great-grandmother again. Is it easy for her down there? We can't keep having her come up to fetch me."

"Do you know? Do you know that the ambulance was already at my door just now? When I told them I came back to life, do you know how they looked at me?"

...

'South Dynasty North Dynasty' requested to join the voice chat.

Just then, someone else requested to join.

Qin Mo subconsciously clicked accept.

The screen flashed, and a bald middle-aged man appeared.

Seeing that the person joining was finally normal, Qin Mo subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He then sized the man up and was momentarily stunned...

The man spoke, "Hello, Streamer! I have some copper coins I'd like you to check and see if they're real."

He then grabbed a handful from a snakeskin bag and held them in front of the camera.

Qin Mo groaned slightly and said, "Big brother, you just finished a job, didn't you?"

The man on the other side was clearly taken aback.

"No, no, I'm not working today."

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes but didn't expose him. He then looked at the copper coins on camera.

"Tongbao coins, they're all real! But why is there still soil on these coins?"

The man subconsciously wiped the coins and feigned composure, "Uh... the weather is humid, and dust falls from my old family home's unfinished walls. That's reasonable, right?"

"Mm! Reasonable, reasonable."

Qin Mo nodded.

"These copper coins are all real. Where did you get all this stuff?"

"Uh... they were passed down by an elder in the family. He liked collecting these things."

"Oh~ Passed down by an elder~"

Qin Mo deliberately drew out his words, wanting to see the man's reaction.

"Right... right, passed down by an elder. He used to run an antique shop, so it's reasonable for him to have these things, right?"

"Mm... reasonable, reasonable..."

Qin Mo nodded with narrowed eyes and then asked, "Is there anything else? Only these?"

"There's more... Oh, and a longsword made of some unknown material."

As the man spoke, he rummaged through the snakeskin bag. Before long, a longsword about three feet long appeared before the camera.

"A Bronze Sword!!!"

Qin Mo took one look and was instantly pale with shock.

"Wha... what's wrong? What's wrong with the Bronze Sword? Is it worth a lot of money?"

The man was startled by Qin Mo's reaction.

Qin Mo leaned closer to the camera and examined it carefully.

"This Bronze Sword should be an object from the Warring States Period, and it likely belonged to a general. It couldn't be more real."

"Holy crap! A Bronze Sword from the Warring States Period? How much is that worth?"

"Upstairs, are you an idiot? Can this kind of national-level cultural relic be bought or sold? Do you think your life is too hard and want to go somewhere with free food and housing?"

"Thanks to the Streamer, I've seen such a thing. I can die with no regrets!"

...

A hint of joy appeared in the corners of the man's eyes, and his voice trembled as he asked, "Then... is this thing worth money?"

"Oh... Big brother, wait a few minutes for me. I'll be right back! You must wait! I'll help you look at everything in a bit!"

At that moment, Qin Tu suddenly clutched his stomach as if in pain, then stood up to leave, not forgetting to tell the man not to go.

What's going on?

A trace of anger appeared on the man's face. For someone like him to appear in the public eye was already a huge risk, and yet Qin Mo was dawdling!

"The Streamer must have an upset stomach!"

"Sigh, dropping the ball at the critical moment. Let's just wait a bit."

...

"Lanlan, open the door quickly!"

After leaving the room, Qin Mo immediately returned to his normal state and quickly went to knock on Murong Lanlan's door.

"Stop knocking!"

*Click.*

The door opened from the inside. Murong Lanlan, wearing bear pajamas, looked at Qin Mo with a fierce expression.

"What do you want?"

"No time to explain! Call the police immediately and have the Hat Uncles track the person I'm talking to. I'll try to stall for time!"

"What's wrong? Why track him?"

Murong Lanlan asked blankly.

"Don't ask so much, just do as I say!"

After giving the instructions, Qin Mo went back to his room.

Murong Lanlan watched the inexplicable Qin Mo, but still followed his request and called the police...

"Sorry, sorry! The Streamer suddenly had diarrhea! Let's continue."

Qin Mo ran back and apologized to the audience first, then looked at the man in the chat.

The man's originally displeased expression slowly faded once he saw Qin Mo finally return.

He then said impatiently, "Streamer, hurry up and tell me! How much is this thing actually worth?"

Qin Mo said expressionlessly, "Before we talk about the price, I want to ask, is this all you have?"

The man's face immediately lit up with joy.

"What do you mean? You want to buy them?"

Qin Mo was momentarily stunned. Did this guy misunderstand and think I wanted his goods? He was secretly delighted; this would make things much easier.

He then calmly took his livestreaming equipment and did a quick pan around the room.

"Any piece of furniture in this room is worth six figures."

"There's plenty of 'fish'. It just depends on whether your goods are solid or not."

"For real?"

The man was overjoyed. This saved him the trouble of finding another buyer. He had already decided that even if Qin Mo lowballed him, he would accept it; after all, carrying these things was too risky.

"Of course!"

Qin Mo revealed a mysterious smile.

"Holy crap! What is the Streamer doing? Buying and selling cultural relics in public?"

"The Streamer is really criminal!"

"No way! Doing other things is one thing, but buying and selling relics in public? Has he no shame when it comes to money?"

"Call the police! The Streamer is trading cultural relics!"

"It's because of people like you that our country's relics end up overseas! How shameful!"

Ignoring the reactions of the people in the livestream.

The man dumped everything from the snakeskin bag onto the table. Suddenly, there was a large pile of various bronzewares, Buddha statues, and copper coins.

"Holy crap!"

Qin Mo blurted out a curse. Any one of these items on the market would be priceless and impossible to find.

"Give me a total price. How many 'fish' are these worth?"

The man said expressionlessly in a low voice.

"This is a desecration of cultural relics!"

Qin Mo suddenly spoke with feigned anger and regret.

The man's brow furrowed. "What do you mean? Do you want them or not?"

Qin Mo said seriously, "Yes! Of course I do! But have you ever seen anyone selling cultural relics in bulk like this? Show them to me one by one, and we'll calculate the price for each one!"

"What?"

The man was dumbfounded.

"Is this Streamer an idiot? I'm offering them wholesale, and he insists on buying them one by one. Does he have too much money and nowhere to spend it?"

Immediately, the man said happily.

"Brother Mo, what are you saying? I'm new here and don't understand the rules of the antique world. It's my fault. We'll do it your way!"

"That's more like it!"

Qin Mo said grumpily.