Chapter 30 [011] Antique Market Picking Up (1)

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Brunei Street is as bustling as ever, with street vendors shouting everywhere, and the ground is full of all kinds of novelties. Some of them are fake and shoddy products at first glance, while others are deliberately old and stained with soil, and then fool the guests and say It is an antiquities that came out of the soil, of course, it is not ruled out that there will be genuine products.

This has to test people's eyesight.

Yang Zimei remembered a sensational scavenger hunt here, saying that an old man spent 300 yuan on a street stall to buy a blue-and-white porcelain. As a result, it was a precious and rare Yuan blue-and-white, worth millions, so , which also caused a frenzy of scouring antiques. Those who knew it or not, all wanted to try their luck.

Yang Zimei also wanted to try her luck, but it was a pity that she didn't even have the cost of buying fakes before.

Now, she has three hundred dollars in her pocket to see if she has such luck.

She searched stall by stall to see if there was anything she could see.

It's a pity that she doesn't know anything about antiques, and no matter what she looks at, she feels like it's real, and it seems like it's fake.

Until the stall set up by a middle-aged man, she found that in the pile of black objects, something suddenly glowed blue light.

Feeling strange, she reached out and rummaged for the glowing object.

When the stall owner saw that she was a five-year-old girl, he stopped her and shouted, "Little sister, don't mess around, where are your parents?"

"Uh...my parents are over there." Yang Zimei lied, pointing to a couple not far away.

"Go, go, find your parents, don't mess with my things, these things are antiques." The stall owner waved his hand impatiently.

Yang Zimei saw that the glowing object was a small twisted wreath, gilt bronze with some old mud on it.

Why does this twist wreath glow? There is no light source on it.

She was puzzled and became interested in it, and asked the stall owner, "How much is this twist wreath?"

"You like it, little sister, ask your parents to come over, and I'll talk to them about the price." The stall owner saw that the business was coming, so he didn't care about Yang Zimei's age.

"You have negotiated with me. I have the lucky money. If you tell them, they will not buy it." Yang Zimei said.

"How much lucky money do you have?"

"You don't care how much my lucky money is, just tell me how much it costs."

If someone else wants to buy this twist wreath, the stall owner will definitely blow up the hype, saying that it is an ancient relic unearthed in a certain era, etc., but now, facing a five-year-old child, he will never blow it up. It's better to be honest. Anyway, he bought this twist wreath for 15 yuan. Let's see if I can fool the little girl for a few more dollars, so he mysteriously stretched out a finger, "Little sister, I'm an antique, uncle sees that you like it, so he sells it to you at a loss, one hundred yuan, do you have it?"

Clearly cheating children! Someone next to him started to look at him with contempt.

"It's too expensive, I thought it was ten dollars at most." Yang Zimei shouted deliberately, "I just bought a very nice toy yesterday, and it was only five dollars. You shabby and old iron ring, you actually If you want so much money, uncle, don’t think that children are easy to deceive, then I won’t buy it, hum.”

Seeing the people around him looking at him with contempt, the stall owner felt that his psychological capacity was a bit poor, and he couldn't bear it anymore. Anyway, he made a lot of money for ten yuan, and he hurriedly looked like he was at a loss, "Okay. Okay, ten yuan is ten yuan, and for the sake of your cuteness, I'll give you this at a loss."

"Ten yuan can buy a lot of candy, five yuan, uncle, can you?" Yang Zimei blinked at the stall owner with extremely "innocent and cute" eyes.

Seeing her look, the stall owner felt that it would be a sin if he didn't sell her.

"Five dollars for you!" The stall owner put the twist wreath into Yang Zimei's hand and said with a very unwilling look.

"Thank you, uncle." Yang Zimei took out five yuan with a smile, took away the twist wreath, and repeatedly searched for where it glowed, but couldn't find it.

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