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Chapter 201

The crowd in the entire small square fell into a dead silence.

Only Chen Qiming's subwoofer continued to sing loudly: "The bastard, the bastard Huang He, the boss, ate, drank, whored, and gambled... He owed 3.5 million yuan... and ran away with his sister-in-law..."

I owe it to your sister!

Run your sister!

Could you please turn off your stereo first!

Chen Zhengqian wanted to strangle him to death, what the hell is this special meow!

Isn't it good to just set up a stall? Why do you young people always think about making some big news? Now, you are going to be famous!
He looked at Chen Qiming and felt like crying.

On the other hand, Chen Qiming, on the other hand, seemed extremely calm, sitting on his little stool carefully, as if he hadn't turned on the stereo just now, and directly ignored thousands of pairs of surprised eyes.

Even the expression is a bit innocent, I said it was the sound that spoke first, do you believe it?
Seeing people laughing constantly in the crowd, Chen Zhengqian finally couldn't help it, covered his face and turned his head away.

Don't look at me, I really don't know this guy, come and help me beat him to death!

Before the Divine Comedy was finished, Uncle Security came over, pointed at the subwoofer and said to Chen Qiming: "Student, quickly turn off your influence, you will affect other people's business very much!"

Facing the fat security guard and the murderous looks of the students around him, Chen Qiming gave up and quickly paused the music.

Chen Zhengqian next to him breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped from death.

It's terrible!

After the security uncle left, many classmates snickered and pointed at Chen Qiming. He actually responded to all the gossip with a cheeky face, but some people actually came to Chen Qiming's stall to ask about the price.

Seeing the students coming to ask the price, he hurriedly greeted others.

After going back and forth, he really sold several things, a few extra-curricular books and a badminton racket. Although the unit price is not high, the total is about a hundred dollars.

It seems that the sound effect just now was good.

This kid had made money, and he looked very proud. Seeing that Chen Zhengqian hadn't sold anything, he said condescendingly: "It seems that my business is better than yours! What do you think, do you want to play some music too?"

Chen Zhengqian just ignored him, cut, more than 100 yuan, what is there to be proud of.

It's not that no one came to see his booth, but when they saw the price marked on it, everyone was scared.

A pair of earphones costs at least 3000 yuan. How can ordinary people afford it? The little brother who repairs mobile phones at the school gate only costs 20 yuan a pair, okay? If I have 3000 yuan, I might as well ask my sister out to open a room and play mahjong overnight.

Look at the books next to it. Fortunately, the price has shrunk by almost ten times, but the minimum is 500 yuan.

A few books were sold for 500 yuan. Although it was not outrageous, it was still quite expensive. This was a big sale. Would anyone go out of their way to buy something at a high price?
Chen Qiming couldn't help complaining: "Hey, did you make a mistake, a few novels are actually sold for 500 yuan, which fool would buy you?"

Chen Zhengqian looked calm: "What's the rush? It's still the same sentence. It's best if someone buys it, and it's fine if no one buys it. You should worry about yourself. If you can't sell it, you will have to move it up again later!"

He really wasn't worried at all. Anyway, these things were all taken from the bookshelf in the villa, and they were not very attractive to him. However, he checked online and found that although they were not particularly valuable, they were quite rare. , if you meet someone who knows the goods, you don’t have to worry about not being able to sell them.

Besides, if you don't sell it, you'll have to move it back again. It's not very heavy anyway.

When he said this, Chen Qiming also started to worry. If he had known earlier, he would not have moved so many things down.
In less than 5 minutes, Chen Qiming sold two more information books, each for five yuan and ten yuan, which is still very popular among students.

Seeing his triumphant smile, Chen Zhengqian couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Hey, do you need me to show Jiangnan Leather Factory again to help you attract a wave of popularity?" Chen Qiming said with a smile.

Chen Zhengqian resolutely refused: "No need, I'll just wait!"

He would rather go home empty-handed than listen to the ghost song again, it's so fucking magical.

Now that he said that, Chen Qiming could only shrug his shoulders, saying that you can do whatever you want.

At this time, a boy with disheveled hair stood in front of Chen Zhengqian's booth. When he saw a set of books with a price tag of 500 yuan on the booth, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he almost pounced on it.

""Danterian's Bookshelf"? Damn it, it's awesome! Is it the Cantonese version or the Taiwanese version?" He looked up at Chen Zhengqian and asked eagerly.

Chen Zhengqian looked at him in surprise, but still replied: "It's the Cantonese version, don't bargain, just take it if you want it."

The boy suddenly became short of breath: "Can I take a look?"

Chen Zhengqian nodded: "Yes, but please be careful. After all, it is out of print. If it is damaged and cannot be sold, it will be troublesome."

This set of novels was taken off the bookshelf and kept quite new, 500 yuan is not outrageous, many people want to buy it but still can’t buy it.This is the case with out-of-print items. If it weren't for the fact that the Taiwanese version was still being printed, the price would have doubled.

The boy excitedly picked up the book on the floor, gently caressed the cover, opened the book, carefully checked the publication information, nodded and said, "That's right, it's the Cantonese edition, are you sure you want to publish it?"

"Well, yes." Chen Zhengqian nodded. Anyway, he took them from the bookshelf in the villa. It's not an expensive thing, and he doesn't feel bad if he sells it.

"How much?" the boy asked quickly.

Chen Zhengqian pointed to the price tag on the ground: "500 is quite a lot, you can take it away if you give it."

Without even thinking about it, the boy said, "Can I pay with Alipay or WeChat? I don't have so much cash with me."

Chen Zhengqian said: "Of course."

Then in less than a minute, the two completed the transaction. The boy was overjoyed holding a whole set of books, and Chen Zhengqian was also very satisfied when he got the money.

The only one left was Chen Qiming, who stared at Chen Zhengqian dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that he actually sold a set of books, and one set of books sold as many things as he had worked hard for.

Damn it, is there any justice left?

Seeing the boy getting up and leaving, Chen Zhengqian pointed to another set of books left on the booth, and asked: "There is another set here, which is also out of print, but it is a Japanese edition, do you want it?"

The boy looked over, his eyes almost popping out: "Fuck, it's actually "Wolf and Spice"!"

Another set of out-of-print books, what luck do you have today!
Usually it's hard to get one set together, but today I came across two sets at once. If I say it, those senior nerds on the forum will probably die of envy!

Chen Zhengqian nodded and did not speak, acting very naturally, Chen Qiming at the booth next to him was not calm.

Is it such an exaggeration? It’s just a set of books. Could it be that it’s a unique and unique book?
The boy hesitated for a while, then shook his head and said regretfully: "No, although I want it very much, I just bought "Danterian's Bookshelf". If I buy this set again, I estimate that I will spend the next two months They're all going to eat dirt."

From the look on his face, he really wanted this set of books, but he had no money in his pocket, so he had no choice but to give it up.

Watching the boy leave, Chen Qiming finally couldn't help but say: "Damn it, there are really idiots who are willing to buy your book, and they are drunk. Some people want it if it is so expensive, so shouldn't I also raise the price?"

Chen Zhengqian looked at the "Red Sorghum", "The Ordinary World", and "Passing Through Your World" on his stall. They were all books by literary young people. After thinking about it, he stopped talking.

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