"Brother, what do you mean?"

The stall owner was surprised and had some doubts: "I want to buy all the things on my stall?"

"yes.","

Qi Xiang nodded and said, "How much is it!"

"this……"

The stall owner's eyes were rolling, and he felt that Qi Xiang was just a big sheep. If he didn't slaughter it, wouldn't he missed this opportunity to come to his door in vain?

However, before he could speak loudly, Qi Xiang said, "One thousand yuan, that's OK."

"What……"

In an instant, the stall owner was like a cat who was stepped on his tail and immediately became furious. He said unhappily: "Brother, I am an antique. A precious antique. One thing is worth a thousand..."

"hehe!"

Qi Xiang smiled and said nothing: "Then how much did you say?"

"You want to make a round, and you can shoot it with one shot, it's not impossible..."

The stall owner thought, "Although I have worked hard to buy everything here, I can't bear to give up my love..."

"Let me do this, I'll give you a discount, a one-time price of 100,000!"

The stall owner quoted a price, and his eyes were filled with hope. He didn't want the offer to be higher, but he knew that the price was too outrageous and unrealistic. So, he might as well settle for the second best, and being able to kill a knife is a knife.

"One hundred thousand..."

Qi Xiang sneered, turned around and left.

"Hey, wait!"

The stall owner hurriedly shouted, smiling with a shy face: "Brother, please say something. If you think the price is not suitable, we can still discuss it. If it fails to reach 100,000, then it will be 98,000..."

"Ten thousand, nine thousand eight!"

Qi Xiang said in a low voice: "If you succeed, forget it or not."

"Nine thousand eight..."

The stall owner frowned and hesitated.

Seeing this, Qi Xiang didn't say anything more and left directly.

However, after only a dozen steps, the stall owner chased after him and said righteously: "Brother, it's nine thousand eight, and I agree, just treat it as making friends with you..."

Nonsense, the whole stall's stuff will not exceed one thousand yuan in total. Qi Xiang is willing to pay 9,800 yuan, which makes him earn nearly ten times the difference. If you refuse such a good thing, I don't know if there will be another next time.

So the stall owner made a quick decision and immediately caught up, even a little worried, afraid that Qi Xiang would refuse to admit his claim in a blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Qi Xiang also had his own idea. When he saw the stall owner change his mind, he did not take the opportunity to lower the price. Instead, he said, "You are waiting here, I'll get the money..."

"Okay, okay. OK." The stall owner nodded repeatedly, then watched Qi Xiang leave, and then returned to the stall to wait.

After waiting, the stall owner waited for more than an hour, but did not see Qi Xiang return.

At the right time, the stall owner was already wondering whether he had been fooled by Qi Xiang?

"Little bastard, don't let me see you..."

In anger, the stall owner couldn't help but curse: "If you see it, you will be beaten once."

"Who are you hit?"

Unpredictable, a voice came. The stall owner was stunned and quickly looked up. He saw Qi Xiang standing next to him, not only holding money, but also carrying a bamboo rocking chair with exquisite workmanship.

"Ah, brother, you're finally back."

The stall owner was overjoyed and looked at the banknotes in Qi Xiang's hand, smiling from ear to ear.

"Nine thousand eight, count."

Qi Xiang handed over the money, then waved her hand and said, "The stall belongs to me, you can go."

"Okay, go immediately, I'll leave immediately."

The stall owner took the money and was very happy. He even wanted the stool. He was afraid that Qi Xiang would regret it and flee directly.

At the same time, under the surprised gaze of others, Qi Xiang placed the rocking chair straight, sat upright, stretched her legs flat on the stool, and then took a pair of ink and earth in her arms.

Look at this attitude, he completely treats the lively antique market as a beach by the sea and is on a leisurely vacation.

"wack……"

Some stall owners next to him naturally felt it was strange to witness the transaction process.

If you want to say that Qi Xiang is surrendering, it doesn’t look very much. If you want to say that he is not, you spent another 9,008 yuan to buy a broken stall, which is indeed very similar to Yang Gu’s style.

The most important thing is that after buying things, I don’t leave, but instead bring my own lounge chair and sunglasses to bask in the sun.

By the way, there are books...

At this time, Qi Xiang touched her pocket and found a book. "Tao Te Ching", annotated book, and a classic work published by a certain university publisher.

"Does great men study in artillery fire?"

The stall owners and players complained fiercely in their hearts. They deeply expressed their contempt for Qi Xiang's "artistic behavior".

Of course, how could the sparrow know the knowledge of the swan? Qi Xiang ignored these vulgar mortals beside him and was immersed in the profound wisdom of the ancients.

"...The heaven and earth have this emptiness and tranquility, so the sun, moon, stars, and images are formed in the sky; water, fire, earth and stone are formed in the earth. The images are moved above, so all things are born; the bodies are connected in the sky, so all things are formed."

“…It is the wonderfulness of this emptiness and tranquility that will be achieved through all things and all things.”

"Virtual, quiet!"

Qi Xiang closed her eyes, but after a while of careful experience, she didn't feel anything.

If you don’t have to be empty, you can’t be quiet.

However, that irritable mood disappeared inexplicably and his mood was very peaceful.

This statement should be correct.

"Return to your true heart?"

Qi Xiang felt thoughtful, and a irritable mood surged into her heart again.

As a result, all previous efforts were wasted, and the mind was distracted and the horse ran out again.

Qi Xiang laughed at herself, then opened her eyes and continued to read the book. From beginning to end, she read the Tao Te Ching. He really read it without distraction.

Suddenly, someone asked, "Boss, how do you sell this thing?"

Qi Xiang glanced at him and said carelessly: "Three hundred!"

"It's expensive, too expensive, I think it's worth up to thirty..."

The man shook his head and bargained.

Qi Xiang kept reading his own book without saying a word.

“…Where is no one doing business like this.”

The man left a word and left. Originally, there were many real and fake things in the entire antique market, with hundreds of stalls, just like a gantry formation, with tens of thousands of things being dazzling.

There are many choices, Qi Xiang doesn't want to do business. How could someone put a hot face on his cold butt?

"It's really a weird guy..."

Others shook their heads, regardless of the weird guy, and continued to take care of their own stalls and win over customers.

The day passed quickly, and it was night in a blink of an eye.

The lively antique market has become deserted, and stall owners have packed up their own things, counted their harvests for the day, and then dispersed in groups of three or three.

Qi Xiang also left. She used the street stall as a bag and then moved it onto a chair and left.

The next morning, it was also an antique market, but since it was not a market day, there were much fewer people coming here to set up stalls than yesterday.

However, in a fixed place, there are still more than a dozen stalls set up.

These dozen stalls are doing long-term business. They come every day, regardless of wind or rain.

These are the so-called professionals. If you dare not say that the things on their stalls must be real. But it can be certain that they should have some real things on hand.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to survive.

So those who play street stalls should keep in mind the faces of these professionals. After getting familiar with them, they might be able to find some good things in their hands.

There are not only professional street stall owners in the entire antique market. There are also a group of players who love to visit the antique market.

These players usually focus on watching, and don’t buy it if they look at it. Occasionally, they will take action if they are interested.

Early in the morning, these players came and were surprised to find that there was a strange face next to more than a dozen professional households. A strange man lying on a rocking chair and wearing sunglasses to read books.

Someone was curious, and when he walked to the stall, he immediately grinned, what a broken thing...

Garbage goods.

Leaving...
To be continued...