What's more, before Xu Pingfan left, he shouted loudly: "The winning rate of this store is really high, let's come back next time." And the undisguised pile of red tickets in his hand, so that the owner of the shop next door who had been about to move for a long time left his stall and went straight to the betting station.

This is actually Xu Pingfan's reluctance, but don't forget, he still has three scratch cards in his hand.

"Brother Fan, why are you so powerful!" Liu Qimo turned into starry eyes, not noticing that she had completely wrapped her arms around Xu Pingfan's arm.

And half of Xu Pingfan's body is a little stiff, after all, the two have not been together for a few days, how can it take half a month to adapt to the physical contact between these opposite sexes, right?

"Eh, maybe it's a little better luck to become a cultivator?" Even Liu Qimo, Xu Pingfan didn't tell her this secret, not because he didn't trust, but sometimes, it was good for them not to let the other party know something.

"But I didn't hit it. Liu Qimo's mouth instantly pursed, and he pinched Xu Pingfan hard.

Xu Pingfan, who didn't dare to use True Qi to protect his body, grinned in pain, because Liu Qimo was really unhappy.

"I still have three more tickets, will I scratch them when I get home?" Xu Pingfan hurriedly handed the three scratch tickets to Liu Qimo in exchange for the favor of "my wife".

"What if I haven't won the lottery yet!" Liu Qimo slammed Xu Pingfan's chest with a small fist and said.

"Well, it won't be missed, I promise!" Xu Pingfan said happily.

"I'll believe you for the time being, or I'll beat you to death!" Liu Qimo took the scratch card with a happy face, and was about to try it immediately, but as if he suddenly thought of something, he quickly put it in the inner pocket of his coat, and patted it after putting it away, which was cute.

Xu Pingfan's face also bloomed with a smile, but he was not as good-looking as Liu Qimo.

"Oh yes, it's only three o'clock, do you want to go to the thrift market to see the antiques?" Xu Pingfan suddenly found that they hadn't actually stayed at the betting shop for long, so he asked Liu Qimo by the way.

He knows that the stalls in the antique market are very liquid, and the stall owners who may be out of the stall today, whether they sell it or not, may not come for several days, and those who are not out of the stall today may be in a good mood tomorrow, and if there is nothing to do, they will go out of the stall, no one can say that it is not good, it is better to try their luck today.

"I can do it all. Liu Qimo said absent-mindedly.

Xu Pingfan's heart tightened, and he happened to see a paragraph about this sentence when he was eating in the morning: This is a proposition.

When girls say this, they either don't have any ideas, or they just want to see how boys perform.

So, Xu Pingfan said: "Good luck today, why don't we take a look?" ”

"Well, let's go. Liu Qimo nodded, in response.

In fact, Liu Qimo doesn't have any messy thoughts at all, it just doesn't matter, after all, Xu Pingfan has something to do tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and he can go on weekends.

But Xu Pingfan had to add drama to himself, which made him very nervous, which was really unbearable.

Xu Pingfan, who got the answer, hurriedly took a taxi, and the two went straight to the Chenjiawan thrift market.

The taxi driver sent the two to the gate with "Chenjiawan Thrift Market" written on it, and then reluctantly glanced at them and left. It's just that he just thinks that it's a pity that the two little hairy children are too old to dream about it, and it's a pity that they will die here in the mood for love.

If he could even live again, he would never come to this kind of place.

But what he didn't know was that it was originally mainly for the sale of old goods, and not as it is now, and it was basically antiques, and he only saw the depressed and depressed people often coming out of the gate, and did not notice the people with calm faces. It can be described as a blind leaf, and Mount Tai is not seen.

And Xu Pingfan does not belong to either of these two kinds of people at all, if he wants to go out, he wants to be chic and valuable.

"At least you have to catch one, right?" Xu Pingfan thought to himself.

Even on Wednesdays, even in the afternoon, the streets are still crowded, and most of the cries of vendors are drowned out, and you can only judge whether there are really good things by the number of people in front of the stalls.

The two roughly swept a few stalls at the entrance of the street, and found that it was really dazzling, all kinds of items that had never been seen before, neatly and categorically placed on the ground, and from time to time someone came to ask questions, those wearing gloves and those without gloves, picking up the upside down, touching the lines, looking inside, looking very professional.

And Xu Pingfan doesn't sneer at these people, but he feels that the ingredients of "performance" account for the majority.

In fact, he can't rely on Xu Ordinary, who let him have perspective?

In Xu Pingfan's eyes, everything has been automatically graded. Accounting for the vast majority of fakes, they are all black and non-slippery with perspective, no matter how perfect the old ones are, how similar the materials are, how realistic the soil paint welds are, and even the self-defeating, originally flawless tiles, are made roughly, and they are really laughable and generous.

Xu Pingfan didn't know about these professional knowledge, but it didn't prevent him from looking for treasures. For the rest, among the few genuine products, the way to distinguish between ordinary genuine and high-end genuine products is also very simple.

Under the effect of Xu Pingfan's perspective, many of the genuine products look green. For example, in the booth closest to him, there is an inconspicuous vase, and there is a little pale green left in the vase, and if it weren't for Xu Pingping's eyes, he would not be able to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Brother Fan, Brother Fan. Liu Qimo shouted not far away, in front of a stall full of jewelry.

Sure enough, even underage girls can't escape the "clutches" of good-looking jewelry, three steps and two steps, Xu Pingfan hurriedly stood next to Liu Qimo and looked at the stall, afraid that Liu Qimo would buy a fake.

The stall owner is a person who looks northern, because his actions and outfit make Xu Pingfan have such a judgment, and after opening his mouth, he confirmed this.

"Yo, this handsome guy, I'm here with my girlfriend. The stall owner spoke with a northeastern accent, which seemed quite kind.

"Yes, boss, my girlfriend likes it, so I'll go shopping. Xu Pingfan also replied with a smile.

"Yes, yes, your brother and I are cheap, it's really not much, I can't see it, if my girlfriend likes it, I'll buy it for someone." "The boss of the military coat hurriedly put it on, and wanted to sell one or two things, at least to earn today's hard work.

"You're right, boss, I'll pick and choose. Xu Pingfan squatted down and pretended to pick it up.