Chapter 747 Underground Black Market (2)

The two changed their faces, and Lede drove the van from Meng Yushun to the black market.

Mengyu was the first time to go to the black market, and what surprised her was that most of the people here were martial artists, most of them were third- and fourth-level martial artists, and there were few high-level martial artists, not to mention congenital.

"Actually, it's not an underground black market, because everything here is public, and no one will take care of it. ”

Mengyu nodded: Yes, for the ancient warriors, if you can win over them, even if you can't win them over, as long as they don't go too far, they won't be easily offended, where the ancient warriors communicate, what do you do above?

"So, you can sell anything here?"

"Yes, as long as you sell something, you can bring it. Le De said, seeing that Mengyu's eyes always pay attention to those antiques, and said: "Most of the antiques here are mainly Ming weapons. ”

Mengyu's eyes are bright: these antiques have essence value.

After walking less than a hundred meters, she had already bought three antiques and spent tens of thousands.

Lede reminded her: "Miss, are you useful for buying these things?" The things she bought were not exquisite, and they were not worth collecting.

Mengyu listened to Xiao Tao's data on the essence value and said, "Of course it's useful." "What she wants is not the collectible value of those things, but the essence value attached to them.

No matter how rough things are, as long as they are old, there are a lot of essence values on them, and they are worth buying

"Huh-"

Meng Yu suddenly felt a trace of spiritual power fluctuation. She hurriedly followed the spiritual power and saw a lot of ancient bottles on a carpet stall.

The spiritual power fluctuated, but it came from a stone that pressed the carpet.

Mengyu's heart moved, walked over, picked up a blue and white porcelain bottle and asked, "How to sell this bottle?"

The stall owner looked at Mengyu and said, "This is a Yuan Qinghua, it costs 50,000." ”

Mengyu picked up another bowl: "What about this?"

"That is the royal jade bowl flowing from the palace, it costs 30,000. ”

Mengyu picked up another bronze mirror: "What about this?"

"That's the mirror used by Yang Guifei, it costs 100,000. ”

Mengyu laughed out loud: "How can you find a source for them?"

A touch of red appeared on the stall owner's face: "These three things have a source, you just asked about these three things, and the remaining things in my stall are not as expensive as these three." ”

Mengyu sighed: "How much does all the rest of your stall cost?"

The stall owner looked at Mengyu, then at the things on the stall, and said, "You can give 150,000 yuan." ”

"One hundred thousand, buy everything you have except those three. ”

The stall owner's eyes flashed with joy, but his face was bitter: "Girl, I have at least a dozen things here in addition to these three, how can I sell them like this?"

Mengyu stood up: "If you don't sell it, forget it." "I'm leaving.

The stall owner looked very interested in her, just wanted more money, in fact, he put away all these things for less than 10,000, and now the other party gave 100,000, and also excluded the three most valuable things, how could he not sell them?

"Hey, don't go. The stall owner hurriedly shouted: "100,000 is 100,000, alas, if you lose something, you will lose a little." ”

Mengyu turned around and stuck out her tongue at the vendor: "I liked it just now, but now I don't like it, don't want it." ”