Maybe my eyes are too sharp.

Master Scar's body obviously leaned back a little involuntarily, but soon, he adjusted and snorted coldly at the tip of his nose: "If you want to open it, open it. If you don't open it, get out of here! Don't delay my business!"

"I'll ask what you said just now?"

"What are you saying?! I said you are a stupid dog who has eaten fresh shit. Don't accept it?"

When the beautiful stall owner heard this, he felt a little displeasure with a pretty face. He turned his head and frowned and stopped him, "Uncle Wang, don't talk nonsense! Handsome guy, do you want to keep driving?"

I said, "Let's play bigger?"

"How do you want to play?" The beautiful stall owner raised his lips and asked with a slight joking look.

I pointed to the polished scarface master on the edge and asked, "Can you be his master?"

When the beautiful stall owner heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then nodded again: "Yes!"

I said, "Add some bet. If you turn red again, give one to 10,000 yuan, and let him knock one seriously for me, okay?"

As soon as this is said.

Master Scarface instantly rushed from the stall, and picked up my collar with his iron-like palms.

His palms were covered with calluses, and the veins on the back of his palms were bulging.

This is a hand that only foreign kung fu has ever practiced.

The scarred master opened his eyes wide open, and a trace of murderous aura that was rare in ordinary people's eyes, with a hideous face: "You are here to smash the situation, right?"

Seeing this, the people who bought Bodhi on the scene were so scared that they retreated and watched the fun from afar.

There is no unified identification standard for antiques and cultural relics.

The world is based on its reputation and signature.

Anyone who is an insider regards these two things as personal life and death.

They know how to stumble and are insiders.

What I said just now clearly showed that I wanted to press their two things to the ground and rub them wildly.

Master Scarface was completely irritated.

Now that I thought about it, I was too young and vigorous at that time, and regarded the pain of the past as an insurmountable gap.

The beautiful stall owner's pretty face, which was originally quite friendly, immediately sank.

She raised her hand to stop the polished scarred master first, looked at me repeatedly, looked at me with a few eyebrows, and asked, "Then what bet do you add?"

I stretched out my hand: "If other colors are displayed, I will store a finger!"

About two thousand years ago, influenced by the Hong Kong City Young and Dangerous movies, social security was not very good, which was even more popular in the antique industry.

But no matter how bad the public security is, of course they can't cut my fingers on the spot.

The so-called deposit means being willing to accept the loss, which is equivalent to signing a contract and you can get it at any time with your fingers.

I'm not afraid of you running away.

At the end of the world, as long as you are still alive, your fingers will always belong to the dealer.

As soon as these words came out, the beautiful stall owner's eyes were slightly raised, full of pity, contempt and provocation.

This reminds me of Sister Jiuer.

Whenever I make mistakes in practicing, she most often uses this mockery expression.

"Have you really thought it through?" asked the beautiful stall owner.

This is the final confirmation of the bet.

Her tone shows the superiority and grandness of adults over playing with children.

It is equivalent to telling you that if you don’t have the same knowledge as you, it will be too late if you regret it.

But I nodded.

The beautiful stall owner was obviously a little angry, and she turned her head to signal the two polishing masters: "Transfer the goods."

When the two polishing masters heard this, they snorted coldly on their noses. One of them pulled up a corner of the cloth of the street cloth, bare-baring, swung their extremely thick arms, and began to turn the street cloth with a whirlwind.

There are hundreds of Bodhi seeds in the street stall, of which only one is red, and they have made tiny marks before.

Transfer goods means messing up all the hundreds of Bodhi seeds, making me blindly take them out. As long as the things are still inside, they will not be considered illegal.

I'll smash their face and signs.

They were going to fix my fingers.

The people watching the fun suddenly became restless.

When it comes to gambling stones, this kind of gambling scene can be seen by chance.

After all, jade is more expensive.

As the saying goes, one knife is poor, one knife is rich, one knife is wearing a linen, and betting into a big picture can ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life.

However, because the subject matter is not valuable, it is impossible for such a big gambling situation to occur.

Today they have gained insight!

I calmed down and threw all my chaotic thoughts behind my head. My expression was unpredictable, and my eyes were fixed on the Bodhi seed with a tiny mark on the case.

The Bodhi seed was among hundreds of companions, like a child who was having fun, cheering, moving, dancing, and rolling...

My eyes were like positioning tracking instruments, and I felt my eyes gathered into a sharp light, like a magnet, sticking to it tightly.

In the end, the other Bodhis in my eyes had become extremely blurred and unobservable.

On the huge street stall, it seemed that it was the only one who was having fun alone.

The world is bustling with clouds.

Only my heart is attached to me in my eyes.

This feeling has appeared countless times when I was practicing eye skills to capture small seal characters with fly heads.

Now.

Coming again.

After a few minutes, the polishing master stopped transferring the goods.

I found that because they were rotating too violently, the tiny mark on the red bodhi seed had been knocked off.

In this way.

They were setting up stalls, and they didn’t know which one in the stall was the red meat Bodhi.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the final result to come.

"Okay?" I asked.

Master Scarface replied: "Okay!"

I was focused on my mind and took two steps forward, just about to attach myself to my lower body.

"Wait a minute!" The beautiful stall owner suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

I didn't say anything, looked up at her.

The beautiful stall owner said, "Handsome guy, I don't think you have to drive it anymore. Let's stop here, don't act irritating!"

I saw a trace of kindness shining from her eyes.

She is sympathizing with me!

Although, I just wanted to ruin her face and signs.

My heart moved slightly.

Master Scar laughed and said, "Miss, the lesson is to let the fool grow up quickly, don't sympathize with him! Stinky brat, let's see if you can still pick up fresh shit and eat it!"

The beautiful stall owner frowned and turned his head to scold, "Uncle Wang!"

The ripple in my heart was once again extinguished by Master Scar's words like urinating.

"No regrets at the beginning!" I replied coldly.

Then, I possessed myself and picked up the red meat Bodhi.

Seeing this, the two polishing masters grinned.

The beautiful stall owner frowned slightly and sighed softly.

Obviously.

They didn't know that the tiny mark on the red meat Bodhi had been knocked off.

They thought that I chose an ordinary white-meat Bodhi.

Master Scar asked fiercely: "Do you want to change it?"

I replied: "Open!"

The polisher began to whine.

Master Scar took the Bodhi seed and began to rub the machine.

The case flies, like a splash of water rolling around.
Chapter completed!