My stall is a bit fierce

"Auntie, this cup of mine is an antique from the Ming Dynasty after all. You want to take it for 30 yuan? What's the matter? It's [-] yuan, right?"

On the pedestrian street of Jinhai City, Zhao Zifeng was sitting on a horse stool, arguing dryly with the shopping aunt.

There was a crude stall in front of him, with oilcloth on the floor, bricks tucked into the corners, and some miscellaneous things scattered on it, which looked shabby and inconspicuous.

Zhao Zifeng also had no choice.

He is 23 years old this year, less than a year after graduating from university, and he was still dawdling in a private company... But after the beginning of the year, the economy was in a downturn.

The gloriously unemployed Zhao Zifeng went to the talent market several times, but he didn't find a suitable job. In addition, he was running out of money, so he simply set up a street stall, thinking at least to earn some living expenses.

But after he did it, he realized that setting up a street stall is not an easy task.

There are a lot of bad things, you have to hide from the city management, and you have to think about the goods... After finally waiting for a deal, the other party has such terrifying bargaining skills!
It's been half an hour, and my mouth doesn't stop.

After seeing each other for a few more minutes, Zhao Zifeng felt a little helpless: "Auntie..."

"Who is your aunt? Do you want to ask my sister to know!"

A middle-aged woman in her 40s glared at Zhao Zifeng, and said, "I won't talk nonsense with you anymore, one step back, 40 yuan!"

Zhao Zifeng hesitated for a while, then nodded: "Okay, forty is forty."

His cup is an old handicraft wholesaled from the Wenwan market. The purchase price is 40 yuan, and it is sold for [-] yuan. At least he made a little profit, which is not a loss.

The money and the goods were paid off, and the aunt seemed to take advantage of it consciously, and soon she took the cup and left happily.

Zhao Zifeng was putting money into his pocket when he suddenly heard a voice in his head.

"Ding! A transaction completion record was detected, the object: a Ming Dynasty official kiln porcelain cup (now imitated), the value has been approved, and the system is automatically replenishing..."

Zhao Zifeng jumped up in fright, looked around, and asked, "Who?"

No one answered, as if the voice just now was a hallucination.

He quickly realized that there should be something wrong with the way he asked—as a young man in the 21st century, Zhao Zifeng had read too many novels.

He knew that he might have encountered a legendary adventure, so he thought about it carefully for a moment before asking, "System, you are the system, right? What function do you have?"

"This system is an auxiliary system for booth transactions. Every time the host successfully trades, the system will automatically replenish the commodities traded."

The name of this system sounds a little low, but its functions are extremely powerful, Zhao Zifeng suddenly became excited - sell what you can pay for, then if I sell a luxury car, won't I get rich?

This in and out is several million!
Unfortunately, the system seems to have guessed his idea, and directly poured cold water on it: "The replenishment of goods is limited by the quota. Your current replenishment quota is: RMB 100 yuan. If the purchase price of the sold goods exceeds 100 yuan, the system cannot Auto replenish."

Zhao Zifeng was a little dumbfounded, although he could make some money in this way, but it is impossible to get rich overnight.

Forget it, people need to be content, and no-cost business is already very good.

Zhao Zifeng comforted himself, looked left and right, and asked, "System, where's your replenishment?"

"The supplementary goods are located in the storage bag, please pay attention to check."

Storage bags?
Zhao Zifeng was a little puzzled, and after looking back and forth for a long time, he found a linen bag on the electric tricycle carrying goods, which contained a porcelain cup impressively.

To his surprise, the porcelain cup replenished by the system was obviously different from the origin of the one he sold.

In comparison, the porcelain cup in my hand is obviously more delicate in texture, with clear lines and patterns, giving people a very comfortable and soft feeling in my hand.

It's a pity that he didn't know much about antiques, he just thought this cup was pretty, and didn't think about anything else.

Putting it on the carpet casually, Zhao Zifeng took out a handful of pumpkin seeds and started to chew.

"Hey, isn't this Zhao Zifeng, the top student in our class? What's going on? It's gotten to the point of setting up a street stall?"

A burst of yin and yang ridicule suddenly came from the side.

Zhao Zifeng turned his head and saw a fat man with a curly back coming to the booth.

After a careful look, he recognized that this person was his high school classmate, Chen Guoqing.

Zhao Zifeng didn't take it seriously, and said indifferently: "Oh, it's you, what's the matter?"

Counting down the student days, Chen Guoqing is one of the few classmates that Zhao Zifeng hates.

This kid liked to sue black since he was a child. He used to compete with Zhao Zifeng for the school beauty and failed, but turned around and publicized the relationship between the two, and even brought the matter to the Moral Education Department. He is a typical villain.

Chen Guoqing has always remembered this incident, and regarded it as a shame, holding a grudge.

He came here for a blind date today, but he happened to meet Zhao Zifeng at the end of the meeting, so he naturally wanted to show off.

"Zhao Zifeng, Zhao Zifeng, you say you are shabby, are you shabby?"

Chen Guoqing clicked his tongue, and looked at Zhao Zifeng with a sneer on his face: "I really want our school belle to see that you are so destitute... shameful!"

The more Chen Guoqing talked, the more energetic he was, shaking his Armani suit, he said again: "Hey, it's a classmate after all. Well, I can be considered a successful person now. You call me Brother Qing, and I will help you find someone Work."

Zhao Zifeng sneered, and ignored him——Master, I am now in the system, and I will be rich in a short time. Are you worthy of showing off to me?

Seeing this, Chen Guoqing felt a little uncomfortable, and immediately wanted to sarcastically.

At this time, there was a sudden cry of grief from beside him.

"Stinky boy! You are crazy, such a good cup, you are willing to use it to hold melon seeds!"

An old man in his 80s and [-]s rushed to the booth, picked up the porcelain cup on the ground, poured out the melon seed shell, took out a piece of flannelette and wiped it inside and out.

While wiping, he murmured heartbrokenly: "Violent waste, violent waste!"

Zhao Zifeng was holding melon seeds in his hand, and everyone was stunned—is this old man crazy? 40 yuan broken cup, what's the problem if I put a melon seed shell?

As if seeing Zhao Zifeng's doubts, the old man suddenly said in a bad mood: "Although your Ming Dynasty official kiln porcelain cup is a standard product, it is worth 80 yuan. If you meet a good one, you can sell it for 200 million yuan." It's not unusual...you don't have to worry about losing the quality of melon seeds when you use them to pack melon seeds, so you won't be able to sell them? Young man, it's not like you're such a loser when you're rich!"