My life has subtitles

Chapter 1
  Star City.

Tianxinge antique market.

Tianxinge Antique Market is divided into two parts. The front is the square with street stalls, and the back is the shops.

Yang Chen walked slowly in Tianxin Pavilion Square, stopping from time to time and squatting in front of a stall to take a look, looking enigmatic.

He came here for only one purpose.

Pick up the leak!

The reason why he dares to boast about Haikou is not because he is an expert in this field.

It's not because of how vicious his vision is.

It's because of a system he acquired yesterday.

The system is called [Subtitle System].

It's very simple to use. As long as he keeps focusing on an object, a few lines of subtitles will float out of thin air on the side of the object.

Just like subtitles in movies and TV shows.

At first, Yang Chen felt that this subtitle system was a bit useless.

When he reads online articles, the systems that other people get are either male gods or powerful people, the kind that pay for even breathing. How come he is here, just reading subtitles?
  For example, he focuses on looking at his mobile phone.

The subtitles that pop up on the side of the phone are the brand, factory time, materials, price, etc.

Just some basic information.

Can't I read the manual?

However, after he had a detailed and comprehensive understanding of the system, he realized that his subtitle system was a bit awkward!

Because description is just one of the many functions of the subtitle system.

The functional types of subtitles include identification, narration, judgment, analysis, suggestion, reading, annotation, translation, introduction, calculation, etc.

From the literal meaning of these functional types, this system is equivalent to an all-round tutor!

Other instructors may also make mistakes.

Will the system do it?

of course not!

So after seeing the identification function of the subtitle system, Yang Chen immediately thought of picking up antiques.

The kind of small things that make a big difference.

It’s exciting to think about the story of how you can achieve financial freedom by changing hands.

But he knew nothing about antiques.

After catching up on some relevant knowledge at night, after breakfast the next day, he came to Tianxin Pavilion and started his journey of picking up leaks.

It's still early, not even ten o'clock.

However, the stalls selling antiques and cultural relics are earlier than those selling breakfast, so the antique stalls in the square are densely packed.

It is said to be a stall, but it actually means putting a piece of rag or a few newspapers, a few old books, and various old objects on top.

Most of the stall owners are plainly dressed and look honest.

It seems very reliable.

Of course, that's just what it looks like.

As the saying goes, if you don't have a businessman, you won't be a traitor, let alone someone who is a thief of antiques. Yang Chenxin is a ghost.

Yang Chen watched as he walked and stopped in front of a small stall.

The boss is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a straw hat and a dirty T-shirt, dressed like a migrant worker, sitting on a pony.

When he saw a customer coming to the door, he didn't say hello, he just smiled.

The smile is very honest.

Yang Chen didn't take it seriously. Anyone who really takes this honesty as intimacy is a fucking fool.

"Boss, let me just take a look."

Yang Chen squatted down and said with a smile.

The boss nodded and continued to smile.

Although this stall is not big, it has all the organs and gadgets even though it is small.

Calligraphy and painting, porcelain, jade, ancient coins, lacquer ware, bronze ware, wood ware, etc. are all so diverse that it is dazzling to see.

Yang Chen didn't call the boss, but pulled himself up from the stall, carefully picked up a porcelain bowl with a big rooster on it, put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it.

Antique rules, don’t get rid of the objects!

The main reason is that if an object falls during the transfer process, who is responsible?

Especially fragile items like jade and porcelain.

This is the most basic rule of thumb.

Yang Chen also learned about it after supplementing some antique knowledge.

Yang Chen held the rooster porcelain bowl and with a thought, activated the subtitle system and selected the identification function.

Immediately, information about the porcelain bowl appeared out of thin air on the side of the porcelain bowl.

Item: Colorful Chicken Crock Cup.

Details: None.

Material: Ceramic.

Year: Modern.

Condition: Old.

Quality: Poor.

Summary: garbage.

Market price: 5 yuan.

Actual value: 3 yuan

After reading these subtitles, Yang Chen curled his lips. This bowl looks very similar to the famous Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup, but it is just a resemblance. Anyone who can be fooled by this thing is really a noob. The newbie is here.

"Boss, how do you sell this bowl?" Yang Chen asked casually.

The boss smiled naively and said: "Twenty thousand yuan, an old item from the Ming Dynasty."

After saying that, he took out a small flashlight and handed it to him: "You shine it from the bottom of the bowl. It's moist and translucent. It's an amazing treasure."

2?
  Still in the Ming Dynasty?
  Sure enough, people should not be judged by their appearance, but you really dare to brag!
  Yang Chen smiled, didn't say anything, and put the chicken cup back.

As for lighting or anything like that, it's not necessary.

Just modern handicrafts.

What can't be made?

Putting down the chicken cup, Yang Chen casually picked up another ancient coin.

Take a focused look.

The identification subtitles popped up.

Item: Guangxu Tongbao.

Details: None.

Material: copper, iron.

Year: Modern.

Condition: Old.

Quality: Poor.

Summary: garbage.

Market price: 2 yuan.

Actual value: 5 cents.

Depend on!
  They are all rubbish below single digits.

But it makes sense when you think about it. They are all modern craftsmanship produced in batches. Based on the wholesale price, they are definitely not worth a lot of money.

Yang Chen put down the copper coins and picked up other objects to look at.

modern.

modern.

Rubbish.

Rubbish.

6 yuan, 9 yuan, 15 yuan, 23 yuan, 6 yuan, 30 yuan.
  and many more.

There seems to be something valuable.

Yang Chen looked a little too fast just now, as if he missed something.

After thinking about it, I picked up the blue and white porcelain plate I had just put down and looked at it intently.

Item: Blue and white porcelain plate.

Details: None.

Material: clay.

Year: Modern.

Condition: Old.

Quality: average.

Summary: Ordinary trash

Market price: 200 yuan.

Actual value: 150 yuan.

Well, not it.

Yang Chen quickly put it back in the booth, recalled what he had just read, and took it out again for the system to identify. The subtitles that popped up were all rubbish, rubbish, 6 yuan, 9 yuan...

Hey, could I be blinded?

Yang Chen looked at the blue and white porcelain plate again.

The subtitles that pop up are still the same.

Not when his eyes glanced at an old book covered with a blue and white porcelain plate, the subtitles that popped up made his eyes light up.

Item: comic strip
  Details: A collector's edition of "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" painted by Yu Lianyuan.

Material: paper pulp.

Year: 1955.

Condition: Old.

Quality: average.

Summary: Worth collecting.

Market price: 6 million.

Actual value: 6 million.

"So that's it!"

Yang Chen felt happy in his heart, but his face remained calm.

He looked at a lot of things in this stall, but he never expected that the most valuable thing was an old book used as a cushion for things.

Why is a 55-year-old comic book worth so much?
  Yang Chen didn't understand, so he locked his eyes on the old book and immediately switched the subtitle identification function to the annotation function.

Immediately, lines of subtitles jumped out.

1. Yu Lianyuan is a famous comic book master in New China.

2. The painted version of 55 was rarely released.

3. Version signed by Yu Lianyuan.

Yang Chen nodded secretly, that's why.

(End of this chapter)