"It's expensive, then I won't look at it, I can't afford it anyway. Zhou Rui said, turning around to leave.

The stall owner is just a test to be, how can he think that this child does not play cards according to the rules, not to mention anything else, as soon as he looks at Zhou Rui's clothes, he knows that he is not an ordinary child.

Who has the best money in this world, women and children, Zhou Rui has taken both of them.

"Don't, little girl, since you've asked everything, let's take a look at it again, how about giving you five hundred yuan each?"

"Five hundred yuan! My mother gives me five dollars a day, including breakfast, how long will it take to save up to five hundred yuan!"

Zhou Rui didn't say anything, and Huang Yi, who came to join in the fun, shouted.

"Can't afford it, it's too expensive. Zhou Rui doesn't know much about the price at this time, but she can look at the looks, the stall owner's wandering eyes obviously treat her as a pig!

"Hey, little girl, I'm a good inkstone, take a look...... How solid this stone is! It's good to polish the ink! I'll tell you, I just see your big eyes and double eyelids, you are a cheerful person, or you can quote a price, how much can you want?

If Zhou Rui was a real child, she would have been fooled, but she wasn't, but she looked at it as if she had listened to it, and squatted down to pick and choose where to go.

"How much is this paperweight?" There are rules in the antique shop, but who makes Zhou Rui small, so this is not a small sale.

"Well, this one is much cheaper than an inkstone, only a hundred dollars. "The stall owner, I can't figure out how much money such a big child can have, but when I saw Zhou Rui before, I didn't even glance at the inkstone for five hundred, and I felt that the money in this baby's pocket was much less than five hundred.

"It's too expensive to afford. What about this, how much is this broken?" Zhou Rui then pointed to an inkstone with a missing opening.

"It's too expensive, you can make a quote, I didn't say dead...... This is also a good inkstone, but unfortunately it is missing a corner, I just see that you are destined, give you twenty yuan, do you have twenty yuan?" The stall owner glanced at the corner pointed by Zhou Rui, which was something that could not be sold for many years, and it was a little bit that could be sold.

Twenty yuan is not much, but it is also enough for his food expenses for a day, since this kid has come all the way to visit the antique market, there should always be twenty yuan, right?

"The inkstone in the stationery store is only two yuan, you are still broken, bullying our children?" This time the person who spoke was Zhu Lin, and she was the only girl among them except Zhou Rui.

The stall owner of the "stationery store ......" almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood, why did he think that the child was so fooled, did this seem like a foolish master?

"I'm an antique, do you know? Is it comparable to the inkstone in the stationery store? Do you know the historical background?"

"That's up to five dollars for you, you see you're all broken, and the broken things in our house are all for the tatters. Zhu Lin's small mouth made the stall owner's liver hurt.

"Ten yuan, love or not, don't pull it down, the child will play elsewhere!" said the stall owner angrily.

Is it easy for him to be busy for half a day?

"Ten bucks...... Why don't you take some more uncles? My mother will buy vegetables in the market, and everyone will take a green onion!" Zhou Rui blinked her eyes, knowing that the stall owner was about to blow up.

However, this person can say that the inferior stone inkstone is a duan inkstone, and he also sells her for five hundred yuan, so he is obviously not a good person.

"Buy vegetables and pick up green onions, little girl, you ...... Hey, I've lost to you, what do you want to do with something? I can say in advance, I'm all good things, here, here, you can't choose, no... Here, just over here, you can watch and pick it yourself!" said the stall owner angrily.

But he hasn't opened for a few days, and if he doesn't open again, ten yuan is also money, enough for him to eat a boxed lunch of two meat and one vegetable at noon.

It is said that the Shenzhen market is a place full of gold, but he really didn't see it, and when the rent is due at the end of the month, he plans to change places.

"Uncle, where did you pick up a few broken porcelain pieces and broken stones, and they were specially used as a leader?" Huang Yi and the others continued to scare the stall owner for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

"You little broken children, hey, I don't have the same knowledge as you, these are all I bought from the old house, love it or not, I can sell it for ten or eight yuan if you don't want it!"

The stall owner was really wronged, and the pile of rags was really picked up by him from the old house, but he didn't spend any money, he bought the camphor wood box under the buttocks, and the stone porcelain pieces were all put in the house, and they gave him a head.

"Then I'll give you twenty yuan, you give me all this, my mother said that digging out the old house is the real Taobao." Zhou Rui didn't know how to pretend to understand, and her eyes lit up.

If it were an adult, the stall owner might have figured out the taste, but who made Zhou Rui a little kid, the stall owner didn't think that this kid's vision could be better than his own.

He said, how can ordinary children go to the antique market, dare to love the family chatting and she heard a little understanding.

"Hey, I'm afraid of you, take it away, I'll get you a bag. The stall owner looked at Zhou Rui's clear eyes, and he didn't plan to continue pestering in frustration, so he pulled it in the travel bag on the side and pulled out a thick plastic bag.

Just the kind of bag of fish and shrimp in the vegetable market, it is better to be thick.

After getting the things, Zhou Rui grinned.

Zhou Rui rarely laughs, but Huang Yi and Liu Qi have known her for more than half a year, and they have always maintained a cold style.

It's not easy to make the old lady laugh like a little fool, it seems that she is very satisfied with the contents of this plastic bag?

But what good can this pile of rags have, they all say that they bought it and didn't sell it, even if it's only twenty yuan, this pile of things is still rags.

Du Shihang is a few years older than several children, and he proposed to come to the antique market, so he naturally knows a little more about this way.

If he is not mistaken, although the inkstone that Zhou Rui picked is missing a corner is not one of the four famous inkstones, it is not bad, even if it is missing a corner, it also has a kind of incomplete beauty, not to mention more, thirty or fifty yuan is not a loss after all.

But he couldn't see the pile of rags that Zhou Rui pulled, and it shouldn't be said that Zhou Rui used the means to obtain the inkstone.

In fact, Zhou Rui herself doesn't understand the value of that pile of rags, she was proficient in calligraphy and painting in her previous life, but she didn't have half of the knowledge of porcelain, and a few broken porcelain pieces were completely disguised.

Mainly, Zhou Rui still has a crush on those black stones.

If Zhou Rui remembers correctly, this should be jade wool, from the beginning, what she saw was these stones, but she didn't expect the stall owner to buy it for her as a rag.