"That's such a pity!" The old man with the white beard felt a little regretful and did not intend to force it. He shook his head and left.

Peng Jinyuan on the side had a dark face. He didn't expect that someone would spend half a million yuan on such a painting. He actually missed this opportunity and his eyesight was not as good as that of a young man.

So he said angrily, "Mr. Jiang is really big-hearted. He won't sell it for even 500,000 yuan. If it were me, I would have taken action long ago."

"Because what I am interested in is not 500,000, but 5 million and 50 million, so I won the competition with you just now." Jiang Ge smiled slightly.

"Hmph, the villain succeeds!"

Peng Jinyuan was so angry that he turned around and left with a cold snort, as if he didn't want to stay any longer.

"Let's go, let's go look elsewhere!"

Jiang Ge didn't bother to pay attention to this guy and started shopping in other places with his assistant.

It has to be said that this mutual market is more lively than the antique street, and the tourist flow has made it prosperous. However, although there are many stalls, most of them are modern products. Even if some of the antiques are of low value, he is too lazy to sell them.

"You gentlemen and ladies, you need to hire a god to guard your house. These are all consecrated by poor Taoists. If you buy them back, people and animals will definitely prosper!"

When several people passed by a stall, they met a middle-aged Taoist priest. The Taoist priest was smiling and looked more like a businessman.

"Sir, come to my place. Don't listen to this wise guy. He will deceive people. How can someone who doesn't even have a Taoist certificate have the power to consecrate?"

"It's not as good as mine. I'm a monk from Thousand Buddhas Temple. Everything here is blessed by Buddhism. Whether it's Buddha statue pendants or Buddhist scripture inscriptions, they are all handed down from authentic temples. Just like this marriage wishing bag, you can put your own

Write your birthday and horoscope in it, and then hang it on the marriage tree, you will definitely find the right person."

Before Jiang Ge and others could say anything, a monk who was setting up a stall next to him spoke. His words were very derogatory to the Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was unhappy for a moment and glared at the monk angrily, "You damn monk, you ruin my business every time. How have I offended you? Although I am not a registered Taoist priest, I have been a Taoist for three generations.

Man, aren’t these things better than those produced in your workshop?”

The Taoist priest's face was full of anger. They were both stall owners who often set up stalls here, and they were familiar with each other. However, because he saw the monk asking for too much price and intervened, the monk held a grudge and drove away his customers every time.

However, Jiang Ge didn't care about the grievances between the two. He just carefully looked at the things in the two stalls, and instantly knew who was real and who was fake.

He pointed to a whisk and asked, "How do you sell this?"

"A fine whisk with a rosewood handle, 6,000 yuan!" The middle-aged Taoist priest was a little happy, thinking that business was coming to his door.

“Too expensive!”

Jiang Ge shook his head as he spoke. In fact, he was not interested in this whisk. Although it was made of rosewood and the velvet was of high quality, its uses were limited and it was difficult to sell it.

What he really likes is a black writing brush. The whole body of this writing brush is black, and the workmanship is first-class. The tip of the brush is made of fine wolf hair. According to him, it should be made by a master and has been around for some years.

"This pen is good. I happen to like calligraphy, but I don't know the price?"

Liu Fei and others on the side were a little confused. My boss didn't touch a pen once in ten days, let alone a brush. He also liked calligraphy?

"Sir, you have a good eye. Speaking of which, this brush was used by my grandfather to draw talisman. After decades of painting, it is still as bright as new. I will clean it and sell it to you. If you really like it, I will give you 3,000 yuan and take it away.

, after all, it is an ancestral item.”

The middle-aged Taoist priest was a little surprised. He didn't expect Jiang Ge to fall in love with nothing but a brush. He even disliked this brush.

"Okay, I'll take it!" Jiang Ge nodded without negotiating the price. He happened to have cash in his wallet and took out the money to pay the bill.

"By the way, this futon is not bad. It would be good to put under the body when practicing calligraphy. How much does it cost? It shouldn't be expensive, right?"

After putting away his brush, Jiang Ge looked at the breakfast futon on the stall.

In fact, this was his purpose this time.

He had just seen it through Chi Tong. On the surface, the futon was just an ordinary cushion. In fact, it was filled with the energy of time. There seemed to be a book hidden in the middle, but he didn't know what the specific book was.

But being able to hide it in this way must be a precious thing.

"You also want a futon. In that case, I'll charge you six hundred yuan. This is fine velvet, soft and comfortable. It's indeed a good thing."

Now, the middle-aged Taoist priest was even more happy. This futon was the most common among the goods. It had been placed in his meditation room for decades. Now that it had been replaced with a new one, it was naturally sold.

"Six hundred yuan for a futon is a bit expensive, I'll take five hundred."

Jiang Ge lowered the price and took the opportunity to conceal his motives. Don't let the Taoist priest see anything, otherwise he might not sell it.

"Five hundred, that's fine. If you sell something to someone who is destined to do it, then you should make a good relationship."

The middle-aged Taoist priest agreed without thinking. In his opinion, he would be satisfied if this futon could be sold for two hundred yuan, and now it actually sold for five hundred yuan.

"Okay, Liu Fei pays the bill."

"I don't have enough cash, I'll use yours first."

Jiang Ge turned to look at Liu Fei and quietly threw the futon into Qin Zhan's hand.

"Oh well."

Liu Fei didn't think much and took out her pink wallet to pay the bill. She was even proud that her boss was not polite to her.

"You are really a country bumpkin. Just buy a writing brush and a futon. Isn't this place better than a dead Taoist priest?"

The monk at the stall next to him muttered, feeling that Jiang Ge was really unreasonable, but he quickly solicited customers, "Sir, look at me. I also have futons and pens, which are no worse than Niubi's. He sells them to you at a high price, and I only sell them to you."

half."

He pointed at his goods and started selling them.

Jiang Ge shook his head, "No need, I've already bought everything I want to buy, and I can't put it down anymore."

When the monk heard this, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Customers, please go slowly and welcome to come again next time."

The middle-aged Taoist priest was very proud and glared at the monk fiercely, his eyes showing off.

"Okay, I will come again next time for mutual trading. You will be there then, but I like things with historical value." Jiang Ge was also very satisfied and hoped to pick up other things from this Taoist priest.

"Come, I have to come. Don't worry, I have a lot of things left by the older generation in my family. Since you like it, I will bring more next time." The middle-aged Taoist priest was afraid of sending away the customers, so he quickly promised, feeling that he had made a profit today, and he actually had some.

Repeat customers.

"Okay, then I'll come back in half a month."
Chapter completed!