The Ghost Market is a gathering place for peripheral industries in Pingcheng. It covers a very large area. There is an entrance to the Ghost Market under the Guomao Mall.
Here, auctions, pawns, antiques, stone gambling, divination, and even evil practices such as asking gods to catch ghosts, funerals, and summoning spirits are gathered here. In addition, murders often occur in the ghost market. Over time, it was called Pingcheng Ghost City. There were once eminent monks from the temple.
Said this is an ominous place.
Even if ordinary people know this place, they usually won't go there if nothing happens.
Only people with industry connections related to the ghost market will come here.
Huangpu Xixian narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to press the elevator button.
"Just go and take a look and you will know."
Cheng Tianyou was so frightened that his face turned pale.
"Brother Xian, don't be ridiculous. This place is very messy. I've heard that after twelve o'clock in the morning, there are often unclean things down there."
The elevator came up at this time, and Huangpu Xixian stepped in.
"If you are afraid, go back first."
Seeing that Huangpu Xixian was determined to go, Cheng Tianyou gritted his teeth and bravely followed in.
As soon as Gu Nan arrived at the third underground floor, he saw a pedestrian street in front of him. It was paved with bluestone bricks and was ten meters wide. There were many stalls on both sides of the street.
Some sell antique jade, some sell jade wool, and some do fortune telling.
There are many shops around, and the products inside are similar to those on the stalls. The chance of genuine products may be slightly higher.
As soon as Gu Nan walked along the stalls, when she reached one of the stalls, her steps suddenly stopped.
She glanced at a pottery figurine in the corner of the booth. The pottery figurine was the size of an adult man's hand. It had a cloth scarf on its head, a solemn face, its body was slightly tilted, and it held a tambourine in its hand, as if it was performing some mysterious ritual.
The paintings left on the pottery figurines can still be vaguely seen, but over time, the colors have faded, revealing their true colors, making them inconspicuous among the dazzling array of items.
"Boss, how do you sell this pottery figurine?"
The boss was sitting on a lounge chair in the corner, covered with a blanket, and was concentrating on playing games on his mobile phone.
When I heard someone asking for goods, I took the time to glance at Gu Nan.
Seeing that the other person was a little girl in school uniform, she frowned slightly and had an impatient look on her face.
"This thing is very expensive, little girl, you can't afford it."
"Whether I can afford it, I always have to hear the price first."
The stall owner looked at Gu Nan with a sarcastic face.
"Little girl, are you still in high school? I saw that you were sneaking out behind your parents' backs to fool around, walking around and staying there."
"I want this Tao Yong, please give me a price."
When the stall owner saw Gu Nan lingering and refused to leave, he said with an unhappy face: "Eight thousand, I won't sell even a cent less."
"make a deal."
Seeing the little girl readily agreeing, the stall owner was stunned for a moment.
He put down his phone and looked at Gu Nanyi.
"You want to buy?"
"Payment code, I'll transfer it to you."
The stall owner stood up from his chair and his expression changed instantly.
With a smile on his face, he picked up the payment code next to him and walked to Gu Nanyi.
"Hey, I can't tell. You little girl is quite discerning. I'm not bragging. This pottery figurine is a genuine piece I collected from the countryside. I heard it was dug out of the ground. It's very valuable.
If you buy it, I’m sure it will double.”
The stall owner felt secretly happy that a piece of junk he picked up from the scrapyard was bought by a fool.
It seems that he is very lucky today.
Gu Nan transferred 8,000 yuan using her mobile phone, and the stall owner handed her the pottery figurine.
Holding it in his hand and looking at it carefully, Gu Nan showed a faint smile.
These are genuine Qin terracotta warriors. It seems that the boss is also an amateur. A blind cat encountered a dead mouse and accidentally accepted such a genuine item.
The goods at this stall are only genuine.
[The author has something to say]
Dear friends, the Huangpu South String in the previous chapters was changed to the Huangpu West String. Later, I discovered that the heroine and this classmate had the same pronunciation, so I changed it to make it easier to distinguish. I have seen the unmodified version.
Don’t be confused, it will all be Huangpu Xixian in the later stage!!
By the way, please send me some smiles and comments, hehe