They exchanged WeChat contacts.

Then.

This adorable and silly girl named Wu Xiaoxiao, blushing, tugged at the husky's ear and hurriedly left as if escaping.

Watching Wu Xiaoxiao's departing figure, Bai Wu shook his head and casually opened her Moments.

She posted on Moments every day, and at least five days a week, she talked about her husky named Oreo destroying the house.

From the kitchen to the living room!

From the living room to the bedroom!

From the bedroom to the bathroom!

Every room had been destroyed at least twice.

"No wonder it's a dog with a 100% success rate in house destruction, definitely of royal husky lineage!"

Bai Wu couldn't help but comment, then shook his head and headed home.

***

As he passed the antique street, Bai Wu suddenly stopped.

"Antique street, treasure hunting?"

Bai Wu's eyes lit up, and without another word, he walked straight into the antique street.

Inside the antique street, people came and went, with shops lined up, and customers coming in and out frequently.

Bai Wu didn't linger in front of these shops with their classic and ancient decor but headed straight to the free trading market of the antique street.

The so-called free trading market was actually a place where various small vendors set up stalls.

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The free trading market was even more bustling with people.

The vendors shouted and sold their goods nonstop.

Bai Wu had only heard about this free trading market but had never visited it himself.

After all, before, Bai Wu didn't have much money, and even the cheapest item on these stalls cost two to three thousand.

Bai Wu wandered around the free trading market casually.

Those who came to the free trading market to hunt for treasures were mostly shrewd people, unlike Bai Wu, who wandered aimlessly, looking around.

So in less than a minute, all the vendors knew Bai Wu was a rookie.

To them, a rookie meant easy to fool, which meant money!

So they became particularly enthusiastic towards Bai Wu, their smiles even brighter.

Bai Wu spent half an hour browsing the entire free trading market, satisfying his curiosity, and then returned to the first stall at the entrance to start his treasure hunting plan.

"Young man, take a look, these are all old items passed down in my family. My surname is Li, and I've heard my ancestor was Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin..." the vendor enthusiastically introduced.

"Boss, you go ahead, I'll just look around!"

After saying that, Bai Wu ignored the vendor and looked at the various antiques on the stall, muttering to himself, "What's the success rate of buying genuine antiques at this stall?"

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, a percentage appeared before Bai Wu: 100%.

"100%!?"

Bai Wu was stunned.

He glanced at the vendor.

The vendor smiled slightly.

"Could it be that all these items are genuine? But why do I feel something's off?"

Bai Wu frowned, pondering for a few seconds, and suddenly had a flash of insight.

"That's it! I know why it's 100%! It's my definition of antiques that's the problem! These items are indeed antiques, but who knows from which era? They might be from the Republic of China period! Even if they're from the Ming or Song dynasties, they might be so common in the market that they're worthless, but they still count as antiques!"

Thinking of this, Bai Wu hurriedly changed his internal criteria: "What's the success rate of buying antiques worth over ten thousand at this stall?"

As soon as the thought ended, the original 100% immediately turned into 0%.

"What about worth five thousand?" Bai Wu changed the criteria again.

0%!

"Four thousand?"

0%!

"Three thousand?"

0%!

"Two thousand?"

0%!

"One thousand?"

0%!

"Five hundred?"

0%!

"Three hundred?"

5%!

Bai Wu's face turned dark.

He scanned all the items on the small stall, totaling about twenty pieces.

With a 5% chance, it meant only one of these twenty items was worth more than three hundred.

"What's the success rate of buying antiques from the Republic of China period at this stall?" Bai Wu asked himself.

100%!

"Just as I thought!"

Bai Wu muttered, pointing at a smooth and shiny tiger-head walnut bead, and casually asked, "Boss, how much for this tiger-head walnut bead?"

"Young man, you've got a keen eye. This is the most valuable antique here. It's said that Empress Dowager Cixi played with it. Considering our fate, twenty thousand!" The boss said with a pained expression.

"Twenty thousand!?"

Bai Wu secretly scoffed, "This thing might not even be worth two hundred!"

A percentage appeared: 0%

Without another word, Bai Wu walked to the next stall.

"Hey, hey, hey, young man, don't go. How about this, I'll give you a discount, ten thousand, how about ten thousand?" The boss tried hard to retain Bai Wu, but Bai Wu ignored him.

At the second stall.

Bai Wu followed the previous criteria, using ten thousand as the dividing line.

"What's the success rate of buying antiques worth over ten thousand at this stall?"

10%!

"Hmm? There's actually a 10% success rate!"

Bai Wu's eyes lit up and quickly changed the criteria, "What about over twenty thousand?"

10%!

"Thirty thousand?"

10%!

"Fifty thousand?"

10%!

"One hundred thousand?"

10%!