Not far away, Dong Dahai, who was chatting with several stall owners, had stopped talking at this moment.
Separated by a distance of seven or eight meters, both he and the stall owners had their eyes set on Chen Hai and the old man.
"I didn't expect that at this exchange meeting, there would be people interested in that kind of yellow paper!"
"You can buy a large stack of yellow paper for a few dollars, cut it out, draw a few random strokes, and then sell it for hundreds or even thousands?"
"If there is such a business, why should I sell antiques?"
The person who spoke was a stall owner named Lao Zhang.
When he said these words, his voice was very soft, and probably only a few people around him could understand what he said!
There was a strong sense of disdain in his words, and everyone could understand the sourness revealed in his words.
He came to set up a stall at the auction. Although he arrived a little late, he had been here for two or three hours.
There are dozens of various items placed in the glass display cabinet at Lao Zhang's booth, almost taking up all the space in the display cabinet.
But until now, he still has zero money and has not sold any items at all.
After seeing the two pieces of yellow paper that Chen Hai placed in the display cabinet, and someone was willing to pay a thousand yuan to buy them, but the silly boy was still unwilling to sell them, he was filled with jealousy and sourness.
"Shh, keep your voice down, Lao Zhang!"
"The old man who wants to buy yellow paper is Wei Zhidong!"
"If your words are heard by him, aren't you afraid that it will cause some unnecessary trouble?"
Another stall owner named Lao Zhou had a strange look on his face and quickly made a silent gesture towards Lao Zhang and warned him in a low voice.
"Wei Zhidong? The boss Wei who occupies nearly half of Kyoto's aquatic products industry?"
Lao Zhang was stunned and quickly shrank his head.
Although a person like him who is in the antique business is considered to have a small fortune, compared with Wei Zhidong, he is undoubtedly several levels behind.
"Yes, that's him. I've heard people say that this boss Wei has been obsessed with Yi Xue in recent years and is very interested in some things about Taoism and Xuanmen."
"The yellow paper in our eyes is a Taoist talisman in Boss Wei's eyes."
"It's hard to buy something you like. With his wealth, it's not surprising that he spends hundreds or even thousands of dollars to buy something he likes!"
The stall owner, Lao Zhou, approached Lao Zhang and explained to him.
After hearing what he said, several stall owners, including Lao Zhang, suddenly felt relieved.
"Old Dong, isn't that young man your junior?"
"Boss Wei is willing to spend a lot of money to buy his two pieces of yellow paper. He has no money to make, but he refuses!"
"Why don't you go over and try to persuade him?"
"How much money can be earned from those two pieces of yellow paper is only secondary. Through this transaction, if you can build some relationship with Boss Wei, that is the real benefit!"
After the stall owners, Lao Zhou and Lao Zhang, discussed in low voices for a while, their eyes all fell on Dong Dahai.
"Brothers, don't look at me like that!"
"I do know the young man you are talking about. It is true that I brought him here."
"But he is not my junior. In front of him, I have to call him Mr. Chen."
"I can't control what he wants to do, and I can't interfere with whatever decision he makes!"
Shrugging his shoulders, Dong Dahai smiled bitterly and explained.
If he was the one setting up the stall and someone offered a thousand for the two talisman drawn on yellow paper, he would definitely sell it without saying anything.
Then, he will take out another stack of talismans from the bag and ask the other person if he wants more!
You know, in this day and age, for ordinary people, a thousand dollars is really not a small amount.
Especially for a college student like Chen Hai, if you save a little, one thousand yuan for a year's living expenses is barely enough!
Although Dong Dahai knew that Chen Hai was not short of money, he still did not quite understand Chen Hai's refusal to sell the talisman to Wei Zhidong.
Not far away, in front of Chen Hai's showcase.
Wei Zhidong, an old man in Tang suit, was obviously stunned when he heard Chen Hai's rejection.
"Young man, two talismans cost one thousand yuan. The price I offered you is already extremely generous. Do you still think it's too little?"
"Then what do you think the price of these two talismans of yours should be to achieve your psychological price?"
Wei Zhidong frowned slightly and was obviously unhappy. He snorted and asked.
He was really interested in Taoist talismans. At this exchange meeting, he asked himself whether anyone else could offer a higher price for the two talismans in front of him.
Under such circumstances, his good intentions were rejected outright, and he would inevitably feel a little unhappy about this.
"Old man, this is my first time selling talismans. I can't tell you what this thing is worth!"
"You asked me to make a price, I think it's better to forget it!"
"There are a lot of good things at the exchange meeting. You can go to other places to see..."
Hesitating in his heart, Chen Hai was silent for a while, then he smiled bitterly and said.
He himself knows the effectiveness of the Taoist symbols he drew.
Forget about the corpse-transforming talisman, he might just sell it if it costs thousands or tens of thousands!
But if you want to successfully draw that filthy talisman, the level of difficulty is hellish.
Even the Yin Snake Gu, which is almost unsolvable in Xiangxi Gu Art, can be easily solved with a single talisman. One can already imagine its value.
In Chen Hai's eyes, if such a talisman was sold for less than 3 to 50 million, he would not think twice about it!
However, he only needs to know the psychological price in his own mind.
In front of a layman like Wei Zhidong, if he revealed his psychological value, it would only make people laugh and despise him.
In this case, if Chen Hai was asked to make an offer, he thought he might as well not say it at all!
"Young man, when you put the things on display and you don't want to sell them, why are you asking me to look elsewhere?"
"What do you mean by this? Are you trying to kill me, Wei Zhidong, by playing hard to get?"
"Okay! I really want to buy these two talismans of yours. Do you want to make more money? I'll let you get your wish!"
"At the previous price, I will give you double the price, two talismans, two thousand yuan, what do you think?"
Wei Zhidong spoke again.
Although he chose to compromise and doubled the purchase price of the two talismans, his complexion was obviously very ugly.
Looking at his appearance, he seemed to have been holding back a lot of anger, almost on the verge of exploding.
Although this area to the southeast of the exhibition hall is not very popular and relatively deserted, some people still come here after all!
Wei Zhidong is well-known in Kyoto and has a wide popularity.
Seeing him here, he seemed to be having an unpleasant quarrel with a stall owner. Many people stopped nearby and gathered around him.
"Boss Wei, what good thing are you interested in? Taoist talismans? Is there such a thing for sale at this exchange meeting?"
"Boss Wei is a master of Yi Xue. He has always been very knowledgeable about Taoist talismans!"
"Young man, you're lucky to be selling talismans at a stall, and you happen to meet Boss Wei. Otherwise, most people wouldn't be too lazy to take a second look at the stuff you sell!"
"In the circle, Boss Wei has a good reputation. When he buys things, he always gives fair prices. If he encounters something he really likes, he will accept it if he spends more money."
"Boss Wei has already offered two thousand talismans for two talismans drawn on yellow paper. Where can I find such a good thing? Young man, nod quickly and sell the things!"
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Among the people watching, there were many people who knew Wei Zhidong, or who wanted to win his favor.
These people, following closely behind Wei Zhidong, pretended to sing along, flattering him, and at the same time encouraged Chen Hai to sell the Taoist Talisman quickly.
"Sorry, Boss Wei, I definitely can't sell these two talismans at this price!"
After putting away the two talismans and putting them back into the display cabinet, Chen Hai still shook his head and refused.
It is true that he is very short of money now.
However, what he lacks is not a few thousand yuan, but tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.
If the Taoist talisman that was finally refined was sold for one or two thousand yuan, it would be better to just put it in your pocket and take it back!
If he really couldn't make any money and couldn't collect the money he owed for the house purchase, he felt that he might as well just go under the overpass and set up a stall to help people tell fortunes.
With his level of divination, as long as he can meet a real high-roller and make a lot of money, it is not impossible!
Of course, when helping others with divination, you still need to have some discernment.
Just two days ago, when I was reading the newspaper in the school reading room, I saw a real case of a fortune teller who was hacked to death at home because his fortune telling was too accurate.
Folk fortune tellers who are not very famous will be called liars if their predictions are inaccurate, and they can easily get into trouble if their predictions are too accurate.
I have to say that people who eat this bowl of rice feel really embarrassed!
If fame and reputation really increase, this situation will be much better. For example, the White Dragon King of Siam is an obvious example.
It was not a last resort, but if there was really no other way, Chen Hai definitely didn't want to set up a divination stall under the overpass. After all, it was a bit too expensive.
"Young man, I made a price, but you didn't sell it, but you didn't give me a reason."
"Do you think I, Wei, am easy to talk to and easy to bully?"
"There are surveillance cameras in the exhibition hall. With your current behavior, if I go to the organizer to complain, do you think your stall can continue to be set up?"
Still rejected by Chen Hai, still under the public gaze, Wei Zhidong's face had already darkened.
Looking directly at Chen Hai coldly, his words already contained some threatening meaning.
Judging from his posture, it seemed that if Chen Hai didn't give him a satisfactory answer, he would actually go to the reporting party to complain about Chen Hai without saying anything.