Chapter 1: The Beginning of an Unexpected Encounter

  (This story takes place in a parallel world, please do not associate it with the real world)

  In 2012, the year of the legendary doomsday, January 19th, 10 o'clock in the morning.

  Songjiang Fuxing University, boys' dormitory building.

  "Aren't you going home? Don't be so impulsive! There are only a few days left before the Spring Festival, if you don't go back now, you'll have to spend the Chinese New Year alone in a foreign land!" His friend Guo Bang tried to persuade him before leaving.

  He Ming shrunk into his quilt and shouted: "Go quickly, go quickly, don't worry about me!"

  "You'll regret this!" Guo Bang sighed helplessly and finally gave up. He walked away alone, dragging his luggage.

  He Ming continued to sleep in.

  He Ming is 20 years old this year, a junior student majoring in Psychology and Behavior, with a minor in History.

  He Ming decided not to go home for Chinese New Year this year because he couldn't buy a ticket, which caused a storm when he called his parents to tell them.

  "No way, can't buy a ticket." He Ming responded lazily to his old man.

  "Take a plane! What if you don't come home?!!?" The old man shouted angrily on the phone.

  "I've never sat on it before, I'm afraid. Forget it, let's just leave it like this." He Ming said lazily.

  And then it dragged on like this. In fact, He Ming had no interest in going home for the New Year at all, and visiting numerous relatives on the first day of the Lunar New Year made him feel miserable.

  It was already after 10 o'clock when He Ming woke up. After hastily finishing the cleaning, he walked out of the old dormitory building and casually found a small restaurant to have breakfast and lunch together. With a full stomach, He Ming stood on the street, thinking about what to do in the afternoon.

  Shouldn't someone buy some New Year's goods for the Spring Festival?

  Not bad.

  He Ming arrived at a large trading market near the school, which was even more lively due to the approaching Spring Festival, with crowds of people everywhere. He Ming liked this kind of environment and dove right in.

  After turning for half an hour, He Ming arrived in front of a stall selling old goods and antiques. He particularly liked to look at this kind of thing, it was very interesting.

  The stalls selling antiques and second-hand goods formed three long lines, with countless items on display, including various Buddha statues, jade stones, porcelain, copper ornaments, paintings and calligraphy, as well as martial arts manuals, such as the "Easy Tendon Classic" and the "Dragon Palm Eight Trigrams".

  He Ming squatted down in front of a stall and found an interesting toy.

  A pair of metal glasses.

  This thing is interesting. He Ming took it in his hand and studied it carefully.

  The frame of this metal glasses is made of rough, heavy steel, as thick as an adult's finger, and it feels heavy when you weigh it.

  What a deafening silence, didn't the manufacturer consider human hearing endurance? The lens of the glasses is quite good-looking, clearly not glass or resin, crystal clear and smooth, just like crystal. When exposed to sunlight, its transparency is also very good.

  He Ming likes this pair of cumbersome glasses, the sales are comparable to those of high-end gold-rimmed glasses worth tens of thousands. If it's not too expensive, I'll buy it, dismantle the frame, and make two crystal lenses out of it, which would be great.

  He Ming tried it on, and the scenery in front of him didn't become blurry at all. It turned out to be a pair of plain glasses, which made him like them even more. At this moment, He Ming's fingers accidentally touched a small, almost imperceptible protrusion on the frame, and then the clumsy glasses frame flickered with a faint blue light that was barely visible to the naked eye, flashing for a few seconds before disappearing as if it had never appeared at all.

  "Ah, He Ming suddenly felt his head being electrocuted, but only to a slight numbness. However, during this process, some information was transmitted into He Ming's brain: 'You have activated the Life No. 1 glasses explorer and bound it. Congratulations, hoping you find the core soon and repair Life No. 1.'"

  What? He Ming stared at the countless pieces of information that suddenly appeared in his mind. It turned out that Life No. 1 was a product created by an advanced extraterrestrial civilization to explore unknown worlds. On Earth, it had collected global civilization data. However, Life No. 1, which concentrated the essence of alien top technology, was attacked by some powerful force. The intact eyeglass part, with detection and primary analysis functions, happened to shuttle through time and space and fell on Earth.

  Made from extraterrestrial top-grade rare materials, it is almost indestructible. Now He Ming has obtained the glasses part, which can detect objects and directly send them to He Ming's brain through brain waves.

  He stood there in a daze, but immediately afterwards, an indescribable ecstasy surged up in his heart.

  "The legendary, belonging to the internet's unbeatable pig foot, adventure has finally happened to me!!!"

  He Ming was shocked and glanced around, no one noticed him, and the boss was also negotiating prices with others.

  I must buy this glasses. Although, He Ming knew that only the binder, that is himself, could use these magical glasses, others would always be one step behind and unable to use the glasses.

  The information in the brain says so. The luster on an object is equal to its value degree and can be automatically adjusted, for example, not displaying worthless white light.

  White light: 0 value, common, worthless. Ordinary objects, ordinary humans, are all this color, white light white body also

  Green light: Values from 1 to 10, rare, valuable, generally reflected in genuine antiques, rare objects, special humans, strong life forms, etc.

  Blue Light: Worth 10 to 50, it is extremely rare and precious. Generally speaking, the market price of blue light antiques starts at millions, they are all treasures. And Blue Light Life Forms are often referred to as those that have become spirits.

  Red light: 50 to 200 values, especially precious, extremely rare, Yuan Qinghua, Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, Van Gogh's painting, are all expressions of this kind. The expression of life is particularly strong.

  Kinkō: Worth 200 to 1000, this is a national treasure, the heaviest of heavy equipment. There are almost no living things on Earth that possess Kinkō.

  If you want to know the detailed information of an object or life, you need to gaze at it closely for 10 seconds within a distance of 30 centimeters or less, so that the glasses can perform a deep scan.

  He Ming crouched in front of the antique stall like a fool, as still as a wooden chicken. At this moment, no language could describe his emotions. Fortunately, his heart was young and strong enough to withstand the most intense emotional impact of his life.

  Try it, He Ming held his breath and looked at a man not far away from him. There was a white light on the man's head, indicating that he was an ordinary person. Sure enough, ten seconds later, He Ming received a message: An ordinary person, no special talent.

  This is real! He Ming's hands trembled as he took over a clay Buddha statue, and there was also a white light body on the head of the Buddha statue. The information came out then.

  Last month's production of mud-made Guanyin statue. Value 0.

  Hahaha!

  He Ming was speechless and simply went to take a look at the antique stall, but unexpectedly obtained such a divine object!

  He Ming took off his glasses, but held them tightly in his hand and said, "Boss, how much does this pair of glasses cost?"

  The stall owner was a middle-aged woman who smiled and said, "Young man, this is good stuff, antique. It's New Year's, I'll sell it to you at a cheap price, 300."

  "He handed over the money. He Ming gave it to him readily, and the boss saw that he didn't even haggle over the price, so he smiled with satisfaction, this was the first time he had seen such a pleasant customer!"

  He Ming knew that he could still haggle and might even get it down to 50, but now his mood was tense and excited, close to collapse. As a psychology major, he was well aware of his own state, and if he stayed any longer, he would stumble when walking.

  After blending in with the crowd for over ten minutes, He Ming finally calmed down. He began to observe the people coming and going, all of whom were ordinary and unremarkable, without anything special about them.

  Indeed, ordinary people and ordinary things are just the same.

  But there must be a different glow, and that light means genuine antiques! He Ming clenched his fists, affirmative! So he nervously looked at each stall one by one. Finally, on one of the stalls, among hundreds of dense white lights, a green light stood out, just like gold in the sand, attracting He Ming's greedy gaze.

  Without saying another word, He Ming quickly stepped forward and grabbed the object that was emitting a green glow.

  This is a porcelain bowl with patterns of flowers, trees, birds and fish on it. The texture is fine and the patterns are lifelike. At first glance, you can tell that it's not a modern craft.

  He Ming gazed intently at the porcelain bowl, thinking to himself, "Is this really the genuine article? I've never seen one before. Could it be that I stumbled upon a bargain so easily? And in just a few minutes?"

  Information: Qing dynasty Jiaqing porcelain bowl, basically intact, valued at 5.

  Jiaqing of Qing Dynasty, son of Qianlong, grandson of Yongzheng and great-grandson of Kangxi!

  He was speechless, he looked up at the sky, is this a dream? The feeling of this moment cannot be described, it's too cool!

  "Boss, how much is this bowl?" He Ming asked calmly.

  The stall owner was a kind-faced middle-aged man, he took a look at the bowl and said: "Young man has good eyesight! Among so many ceramics, you picked out a fine one at a glance. A Republic of China-era bowl is rare to see. 1000 yuan and it's yours."

  Republic of China, does Republic of China have Jiaqing Emperor? He Ming sneered, fortunately there was no inscription, otherwise it would not be his turn to pick up the leftovers.

  "300 sell to me."

  "Good!"

  He Ming still thought that he would have to haggle over the price, but unexpectedly, the deal was made in one go. He suddenly realized that this bowl was worth only a few dozen yuan at most to the boss.

  "Put your money away well," said the stall owner enthusiastically. "There are still many good things, keep looking!"

  He Ming took a look at the stall and saw that they were all white goods of no value, so he said as he walked away. "No need, thank you boss."

  Right after that, He Ming, who was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, looked around the second-hand antique stall, wearing a detector glasses felt wonderful, one look could tell whether it was valuable or not, and valuable green light could be picked up!

  Another green light! He Ming grabbed it with one hand, and it was a cup, high-footed, fine in texture, with cyan floral patterns.

  With Xiao Ming's limited knowledge of antiques, this thing is called a high-footed cup, and since it has blue flowers on it, it's a blue-flowered high-footed cup.

  One detector: Ming Jiajing porcelain, well-preserved, worth 6.

  Jiajing Emperor's stuff, another genuine article, too great!

  He Ming suppressed his excitement and asked, "Boss, how much is this cup?"

  "It's 500 yuan, no negotiating!" The stall owner, a young man, held out one hand, insisting on the price of 500 yuan.

  "Make it cheaper. It's just a small cup, right? Sell it to me for 200 yuan."

  "Antiques know no bounds, even a small cup can be an antique. It's worth 500!"

  "It's just four hundred." He Ming opened his wallet and showed it to the young man. Inside, there were only four 100-yuan bills and one 50-yuan bill.

  "Here's 450." The young man took all the money away, "Is that okay?"

  For just one yuan, you can buy a whole year of history; who wouldn't do it?

  The young man took the money and, like the previous stall owner, checked it in the sunlight to see if it was genuine. He became enthusiastic and would have invited Ming to look at other things and make more purchases if he hadn't known that Ming had no more money.

  He thought He Ming was a fat sheep, but it's clear that He Ming is the one who will have the last laugh.

  The second green light antique is in hand, He Ming is so excited that he wants to die, but his wallet is empty, and he can only hold back the idea of continuing to explore the treasure, leaving the market and rushing straight to the nearby Industrial and Commercial Bank.

  In the south, winter sunshine is scarce, and the cold seeps into one's bones. However, He Ming, who was walking quickly, felt as if there was a fire burning inside his body, warm and fiery.

  At the ATM, He Ming inserted his bank card, 550.00 became 50.00.

  He Ming took out his last 500 yuan and two pieces of genuine porcelain, hailed a taxi on the road, and said to the driver, "Master, go to Antique Street."

  Songjiang this big city's antique street He Ming has never been to, because the things here and he are two worlds apart, even if he sold himself, he couldn't afford a single antique from Antique Street.

  But today was different, He Ming was extremely excited and couldn't sit still. The taxi driver glanced at the rearview mirror and thought to himself: "Going crazy in broad daylight? I'd better be careful."

  After getting off the car, He Ming found a store that specialized in collecting antiques and said to a young and beautiful female receptionist: "Hello, I want to sell two pieces of Ming and Qing porcelain."

  The female receptionist smiled and greeted He Ming: "Sir, please wait a moment."

  He Ming waited anxiously for a while, and then a middle-aged man came out. He was rich in appearance, with a kind expression, and asked: "Hello young man, my surname is Huang, I am the boss of this store, what do you have to sell?"

  He Ming took out two pieces of porcelain and placed them on the table.

  Huang boss studied it for a while and praised: "Not bad, a well-preserved Qing dynasty bird fish bowl. This high-footed cup is even better, looks like it's been around for some years, estimated to be from the Ming dynasty. Both items are basically flawless, which is great. So the bowl is 9,000, and the high-footed cup is 40,000. How about I give you a total of 50,000 for both?"

  50000！

  He Ming suddenly found it hard to breathe, and in the blink of an eye, 750 became 50,000, equivalent to his old man's annual income.

  He Ming was speechless, his heart wanting to respond, but afraid of being deceived. He stole a glance at the boss's expression, and based on the psychology he had learned, the boss was clearly not nervous or anxious, blinking his eyes, which meant that he was telling the truth and hadn't taken advantage of He Ming.

  He Ming forced himself to calm down and said with a pretentious tone, "One is from the Qing dynasty's Jiaqing period, and one is from the Ming dynasty's Jiajing period. Five hundred thousand is too little, isn't it? These are genuine articles!"

  Huang boss looked at He Ming in surprise, not expecting He Ming to know the accurate age of the porcelain. "Alright, I'll give you credit for your keen eye, add 3,000 more, if that's not acceptable, then this store won't take it."

  "Great, thank you boss."

  "Do you want to pay by bank transfer or cash?"

  "Pay in cash."

  "Come back next time for more good stuff."

  Huang boss smiled and handed He Ming a thick paper bag. He Ming opened it and found two bricks of red cash inside, the color was so bright that he felt dizzy, he had never held so much money before, his hands were shaking when he took it.

  Since he had already identified the authenticity of the money in the currency discriminator, He Ming directly put the paper bag into his pocket, close to his underwear. He said goodbye and hastily left the door, too excited, almost fell over.

  As soon as he went out, He Ming suddenly realized that on a cold winter day, he was actually drenched in sweat, and his underwear was all wet. However, he laughed wildly in his heart.

  Hahaha!

  Walking on the road, both legs are going soft!