The metaphysics boss just wants to be a salted fish

Bo Nan was in a very good mood, even looking at the bright face in front of him, he wrote on his face, "Here is a fool with a lot of money, come quickly!" 'The stall owner can smile gently and gently, looking like a fledgling Xiaobai.

The stall owner may make money, but he is definitely making more money than him. Everyone is happy, which is good.

That's right, Bo Nan picked it up.

Although his brother gave money, Bo Nan is used to being able to save a little bit. Compared with the magical artifacts with clearly marked prices on the streets of Fengshui, he prefers to go to these antique markets to look for them. He admits that this kind of hobby is a bit low-level. , but who can refuse to buy a top-level magic weapon at a low price?

Even when he was hunted down like a dog in his last life, he would hide in the antique market as an apprentice when he got the chance, but it's a pity that the people who chased him later knew that he had this little hobby. Just search the antique market first, so that he can't realize his little fun in the later stage.

Speaking of which, his first magic weapon was purchased from the antique market for 200 yuan. That magic weapon saved him many times, and he was good at refining magic weapons. Every time it almost broke, he sewed it The tinkering can still make do with it, until finally he buried it in a feng shui bureau to nourish it, and he was not willing to take it to Kunlun Mountain with him.

If you have a chance in this life, you should take a good look around.

In the eyes of many stall owners, the excitement on Bo Nan's face is that of a novice who doesn't know how to do this!

You must know that people with a little vision come to their place, or they will show distasteful expressions for the street goods on the stalls, or they will just pass by in an understatement. Maybe some people can control their expressions, but they The contempt that came out of his bones couldn't be hidden even in Tibet.

The one in front of him was different. His eyes seemed to be shining when he looked at everything on the stall!

Look at his clothes again - Fat Sheep!This wave is stable!

Bo Nan didn't do it on purpose, but he didn't expect to find something interesting in any stall, not just one, at least four or five of them were very interesting.

He touched the corner of his eyes subconsciously. Could it be that this batch of things was dug out from the same place and bought back by the stall owner?

It's not impossible.

Most of the aura in this world is bleak and weak, especially in the mechanized works or assembly line works in recent years, the aura is even closer to nothing, and the things that have not devoted much effort to the author and lack of time experience, of course There will be no outstanding performance.

Oh, of course there are exceptions - RMB is different, no matter whether it has just been printed or not, as long as it circulates in the market, its aura is very eye-catching.

But in this era when everyone pays with mobile phones, few people walk with big bills in their hands, so the few things in front of them are as eye-catching as light bulbs to Bo Nan.

"How about it, little brother, which one do you fancy? Shall I get it for you?" The stall owner smiled warmly and hospitablely, and as he spoke, he brought out a small bench and handed it to Bo Nan: "Come on, sit down and watch slowly! It doesn't matter if you buy it or not!"

Bo Nan sat down politely, thanked him, and casually pointed to a light bulb: "How do you sell this?"

"This? This is expensive." The stall owner reached out and grabbed the rusty palm-sized incense burner and slapped it flat in front of Bo Nan. The voice was so heroic that even Bo Nan was taken aback: "Tang Dynasty Emperor Wu used the panhua branch incense burner, and he didn’t want more from you, so you can take the 5 yuan!”

For this kind of student boy, this price is almost the same, and the sky-high price will scare people away, it is better to ask the median, and then counter-offer, even if he sells it for 1 yuan, he will still make money. ah!

Bo Nan waited for the other party's hand to leave the incense burner, then picked it up and looked it over carefully, Tang Dynasty or something pure nonsense, this thing may be a fraction of its age, but he didn't really come to buy antiques .

According to the aura, the aura is solid, not big but very stable, milky white in color, with a wisp of green aura. Twisting up like eight bends, looking at the gentleness and slowness, the layout made by such a magic weapon is more suitable for the kind of old professors and pedants who retire to recuperate their vitality and maintain their health.

Put it in the hands of people who know how to do it, and at least you have to win hundreds of thousands of dollars to get it.

But Bo Nan thinks otherwise, such a magical weapon has great potential, as long as he adjusts it in his hands, turning the green aura from twists and turns to straight upwards, the milky white aura can be regarded as the sky, and an image of "blue clouds go straight up" It just came out, which is very suitable for families who are engaged in official careers or academics.

With this change, this incense burner can't be justified if it doesn't have a million dollars. If there is an emergency, it is not impossible to go up to eight figures.

This is a good way to make money.

"Two hundred and five?" Bo Nan opened his mouth and came.

According to the rules of City S, bargaining should go to zero first and then half to half, there is nothing wrong with it.

The stall owner took a deep look at Bo Nan: "Brother, are you joking?"

Bo Nan tilted her head: "This number doesn't sound good, so it's two hundred, right? Two hundred pieces, if you can sell it, I'll cover your business."

The stall owner immediately looked at Bo Nan vigilantly, Bao Yuan?What's the meaning?Did this young man spot something good at his stall? !

Bo Nan complained again: "Hey, I can't help it, I can't add more, the class fee is so much... My brother's school is going to hold an antique bazaar, tell me whose family can produce so many antiques for the bazaar? A bodhisattva descending to earth? These days, the school doesn’t do any serious business, and every day it knows to do something stupid and let our parents run errands..."

As he said, he put the incense burner back on the carpet, and rubbed his fingers in disgust, trying to get the dust off.

The suspicion in the stall owner's eyes faded a bit, and Bo Nan's words deeply resonated with him, and he slapped his thigh: "That's right! These years, if you study hard, you don't know how to catch, you just know how to make some tricks to torment the parents! You I don’t know, my girl’s class puts up pictorials every three days and asks the children to draw them, such a little brat doesn’t even know a word, what kind of newspapers are drawn, and our parents come in the end?!”

"I still have to raise funds to buy this and that! Show some face!"

"That's right! How could we have done this when we were young, the most the teacher would do is ask for some money to buy exercises!" Bo Nan picked up a copper bead and played with it in his hand: "How old is your girl? Oh no Do you want to sell it? If not, I’ll change it. Today’s task is heavy, and I have to buy 36 items!”

"My girl is only six years old...don't mention it! Sell it! I'll pack it for you!" The stall owner hurriedly took out a pile of newspapers and plastic bags from behind and handed it to Bo Nan: "You pack it yourself! You like it!" What are you pretending to be!... These few won’t work.”

The stall owner gathered a few things in front of him, and Bo Nan looked at them. These are serious antiques. Although they are not very old, they are genuine materials... He has a strange feeling. The inkstone inside is It seems interesting.

Leaving this aside, Bo Nan swiftly stuffed the dozen or so things he was looking for into his pockets, and stuffed a few random things, and said, "Don't pack them either, the things that are going to be thrown away after use, go back I guess they have to be sterilized...how many of them have their origins?"

The stall owner looked up at Bo Nan: "Why, did you like it? These are rare."

Bo Nan smiled: "Isn't this going to make my brother look good with someone with a background?"

"That's not worth it." The stall owner said with a smile: "It's fate to chat with you today, these are expensive, let's talk about this inkstone... [-] yuan, the Tao inkstone of the Republic of China, this guy is not easy to come by, Let’s say it’s not from the Republic of China, but the one just made yesterday cost more than [-] yuan!”

"Then how do you sell it so cheap?"

"Isn't this a gap!" The stall owner turned over the inkstone, and the back edge of the inkstone was indeed missing a corner, not only the missing corner, but also a big crack running through the entire back of the inkstone, like a sharp sword piercing through the heart .

Bo Nan thought for a while, then asked implicitly: "Two thousand? I'll take it if it's suitable, and forget it if it's not."

"I can't get it at this price." The stall owner waved his hand, then picked up a stone and knocked on the inkstone, and said with a crisp sound like gold and jade clashing: "Look at how old this material is! If it wasn't Knock this seam, at least add another zero!"

"You're not being kind." Bo Nan laughed and said, "This material is old, but it's not from the old pit, right? The old pit has not produced material for many years. Even in the Republic of China, it was directly supplied to high-ranking officials on both sides. Where is it?" Is it our turn?"

"It's not like that..."

"Two thousand one!" Bo Nan interrupted, "Do you think it's worth adding one hundred cigarettes to you?"

Bo Nan has packed more than [-] things at this moment, a total of three vest bags: "No, I'm leaving!"

The stall owner gritted his teeth: "OK!"

Bo Nan quickly took out her mobile phone to pay the bill, paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other. Both parties felt that they had made a profit, and the atmosphere was very peaceful for a while.

At this moment, someone suddenly sarcastically said: "Hey, isn't this Bo Ershao? Why did you come here to wholesale antiques? Why, your brother wants to enter the army to buy cultural relics?"

Bo Nan raised his eyes, and saw that the other party was also a young man in his early 20s. He thought about it carefully before he remembered who the other party was—his opponent in school, even if he said he was right, he wasn't exactly right. Seeing that he was not pleasing to the eye, he always came to trouble him. He was also very violent at the time, and the two even fought in private.

Of course, Bo Nan won.

"It's none of your business, Qian Shao." Bo Nan stood up calmly: "Why did Qian Shao come here too? Could it be that he came here specifically to find me?"

"Fart, master, how can I be so careless! What are you?" Qian Shao sneered, then turned to punch the stall owner next door: "Fuck you*, how dare you sell fake goods to me I am ashamed of you, Young Master, I want you to look good today!"