Chapter 169 Panjiayuan Antique Market

Perhaps, this place is not really serving the people, it is just using the guise of serving the people as a guise to make money.

He remembered that he saw such a news online some time ago that the profits of the pharmaceutical industry are actually far higher than those of real estate.

He smiled bitterly.

"Yin Hun, what's wrong with you?" Conan Doyle noticed the wry smile on Yin Hun's face, and looked at him with some confusion.

He quickly lowered his head, did not answer, but just walked away from a distance.

"Let's go and have some things you need to call the soul tonight." Yin Hui signaled him to follow him, then called a black car and walked towards Pan Jiayuan.

Panjiayuan Antique Market is a market that specializes in buying and selling antiques, and is a paradise for antique lovers all over the world. Most of the antiques here are full of yin energy. If you can find one or two magic weapons with extremely pure yin energy, it may make the success rate of the soul-summoning ceremony much higher.

Although Conan Doyle didn't understand why he wanted to go to the antique market, he still followed him without hesitation and did not ask a word. She trusted Yin Hui. Although he had just joined the Incredible Group, he trusted him so much from the bottom of his heart, and that kind of trust could not be described.

Beijing is worthy of being the heart of China. Even the road called blood vessels is flat and smooth, without a plastic bag. Sanitation workers walk on the road like busy ants. Yin Hui was very strange. He didn't know what these people were looking for. They were not looking for money left by busy people.

He looked carefully and found that the people walking on the road were all sanitation workers, and there were no people walking at all.

Both sides of the road are full of lush holly. Although there is a layer of frost on it, it still cannot stop the spring atmosphere emitted by the holly.

"It's still early to spring now." Yin Hui turned his head and looked at Conan Doyle.

Conan Doyle was staring at the front seat of the car with his eyes blank, as if he was very sad. He suddenly woke up when he heard his answer and looked around in panic, as if his thoughts were coveted by others.

"What did you say?" she asked again.

"I said it's still early to spring." He repeated, then looked at Conan Doyle.

She nodded: "This is just winter, and it's still far from spring."

"Winter is here, will spring be far away?" The voice of a third person sounded in the car, which shocked both of them.

No need to be afraid, the driver is actually speaking. They actually forgot that they were still in the car and were startled by the sound.

"Oh." Yin Hui replied, and stopped talking.

There were dozens of traffic lights passing by on the road. I don’t know if they were lucky or the driver had a very high level of control. Every time they passed by when the traffic light flashed green. This rare coincidence made Yin Hun really depressed. What he hated the most was to take the bus and wait for the traffic light. It would be great if the bus driver could learn this skill.

At the last traffic light, the car happened to stop. The black car driver with sunglasses pointed to a big sign in front of him, "Did you see it? That big sign is about Panjiayuan Antique Market. Just walk there. There is a policeman in front of me to check the car, so I can't go there."

Yin Hui took out a hundred yuan and handed it to the driver. The master nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, this guy."

This place is not very prosperous, it is extremely desolate compared to the urban area of ​​Beijing. There are very few people outside. Except for the occasional pedestrians on the winding highway, the rest are almost all vehicles.

Panjiayuan Antique Market, a house-sized brand behind her is very eye-catching. Below the brand is a door similar to the size of the brand. A thick plastic door curtain hangs down from the door, densely packed, defending the cold air outside.

He opened the curtain and immediately a burst of heat rushed up, driving the cold away. Yin Hui shook his body and gently lifted the curtain to let Conan Doyle in.

There is probably heating here, so the temperature is suitable, just like spring.

Spring and winter are just a curtain separated by this door. Yin Hui said jokingly.

Conan Doyle also nodded: "The farthest distance in the world is not that you and me are separated from each other, but that you are clearly by my side, but that I can't say I love you."

Yin Hui burst out laughing: "Wow, boss, you are joking with me. It's too deep."

Conan Doyle also smiled: "Hehe, how about this line?"

"It has no logical relationship with my question at all. I don't know how you came up with this sentence." Yin Hui said simply, and then began to look at the stalls filled with various antiques.

This is a large space, about the size of a football field, full of small vendors. There are various utensils on the ground, and the walls are surrounded by storefronts, full of antiques.

This is the first time Yin Hui came to a place like this. He only left him with one impression, that is, there are many people and many vendors. The road for people to walk is very narrow, so it can be described as shoulder-to-shoulder heels.

"Let's go." Yin Hui grabbed Conan Doyle's tender little hand and squeezed into the crowd, searching for what he wanted.

The furnace and cauldron of the Qing Dynasty, the silk of the Han Dynasty, the sword of the Ming Dynasty, and all kinds of treasures filled the ears and ears. If these things are real things, they will play a significant role in the soul-summoning ceremony, but he is simply an antique blind and doesn't know anything.

He suddenly regretted not bringing Tang Yan. From the last time he found the baby inkstone incident, he could see that Tang Yan actually has some understanding of the antique industry.

He suddenly saw a Yu Ruyi in front of him. Although it was not as bright as on the TV, he could feel the strong yin aura emitted from it.

"The yin energy is so heavy, it must be a long time ago." Yin Hui murmured to himself, grabbed Conan Doyle's hand and walked up, pretending to be bored and flipped around, and finally fell on Yu Ruyi.

"Is this Yu Ruyi used by the snake spirit?" Yin Hui asked in a joking tone.

"Snake Spirit?" The little vendor looked at Yin Hui in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

"Are the snake spirits on the gourd baby?" Yin Hui smiled faintly: "Don't the snake spirits often attack the gourd baby with a jade Ruyi?"

The small vendor looked young and clean, completely different from the depth and steadiness of the antique dealer of the main force here, and burst out laughing: "You can think of it, you can't afford to hurt."

"It just so happened that I bought this Yu Ruyi back and used it as a toy for my son. He likes to watch the King Kong Calabash kids the most." Yin Hui deliberately or unintentionally fiddled with Yu Ruyi.

The little vendor looked at their hands holding tightly with a smile, and smiled enviously: "You are such a loving couple. This little sister-in-law can't tell at all that she has given birth to a son."

The two of them blushed when the vendor said the words. Conan Doyle wanted to explain, but Yin Hui pulled him: "What a good eye."

"Tsk, you are so compatible, but the fool can't tell that it's not a pair." The little vendor said this very naturally, as if this matter was the truth. Yin Hui and Conan Doyle looked at each other, and in the end, Conan Doyle embarrassedly avoided his sight.

"Tell me, how much is it." Yin Hui was not going to continue to get involved with him on this issue. Anyway, these things were reimbursed by the top, and he was not going to bargain too much. He just wanted to show that he was not an antique blind person.

"Haha, when you see you are a high-level antique player, I won't cheat you anymore. It's the price, you won't sell it for a penny." As he said that, the small vendor stretched out five fingers and shook it in front of him.

"Fifty thousand?" Yin Hui stared at the little vendor in surprise: "You are kidding me."

"You are kidding me, I mean 500,000 yuan. Don't sell it if you lose a penny."

"Five hundred thousand?" Yin Hui took a deep breath, then grabbed Conan Doyle's hand and prepared to leave.

Even if it was 50,000, he didn't plan to buy it, let alone 500,000. He didn't buy the antiques, but instead became a fake couple with his boss.
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