Jiang Yuanjin picked up the razor and looked at it carefully.

On the face of it, this is an old object.

The handle is made of pig iron, the anti-skid lines have been worn to the point that they are barely visible, and there are scattered rust marks on the corners.

The blade is made of steel, and even after a lot of time to take care of it, it is still shiny and extremely sharp.

Seeing that Jiang Yuanjin was interested, the owner of the eight-character Hu stall stepped forward and said with a smile: "Look, you really have a vision, this is an old object!"

"Hey, Lao Liu, don't be a bully, you are the most dishonest in this whole street!" Old Man Zhang laughed and said: "Isn't this just a razor, there are some years, you want to sell it as an antique?"

"It turned out to be the watchman with Old Man Zhang...... Old man Zhang, you are smashing my stall!" said the stall owner with a wry smile, he was still thinking about collecting tuition just now.

Although he said that Old Man Zhang was smashing his stall, it was actually just a joke.

If it is two people who don't know each other, one of the officials is watching the play and the other is so mixed, then it is a smashing stall.

But if two people know each other, it is the same buyer by default, and it is no problem to have a discussion.

"What kind of stall to smash, come to a sincere price on the express!" Old Man Zhang is also an old player, and this bargaining posture is not weak.

Jiang Yuanjin also chuckled silently, since the old man had the heart to help him bargain, then he just looked at it.

The stall owner said with a sad face: "This razor is not cheap to collect, if it is collectible, you give five thousand, this thing is yours!"

"Five thousand, you are an old man, I am demented!" Old Man Zhang's eyes widened and said: "Your razor is not from the hands of some famous artist, nor does it have any exquisite craftsmanship, it is said that it is an old object that has a history of decades, and you sold me five thousand?"

"Then you give me a number, and I'll give it to you if it's suitable. The stall owner said helplessly.

"Eight hundred...... This number is auspicious. Old Man Zhang pondered for a moment and gave the price.

In his opinion, this razor is just an ordinary old object, with no practical value or collection value, and he doesn't know where it is precious.

But since Jiang Yuanjin can take a fancy to this thing, it must not be an ordinary thing, and the eight hundred will definitely not be lost.

Eight hundred...... The boss of Bazi Hu was happy in his heart, this razor was collected from a country man for 20 yuan, and it was said to be a razor left by an old man who had passed away.

This is eight hundred, and today's stall is not in vain.

"One thousand, if you want to take it, if you don't succeed, I'll keep it for myself. Boss Bazi Hu still raised the price upward, so as not to make the other party feel expensive when he should accept it.

When it was two hundred yuan, Old Man Zhang didn't want to care about it, and it was the key to buy it first: "Cheng, then a thousand yuan." ”

He didn't ask Jiang Yuanjin to pay, Lin Changlong paid the money.

Jiang Yuanjin was not polite, and took the razor with a smile - good thing!

"Little friend...... What's the matter, this thing is in hand, can you tell me what is precious?" Old Man Zhang asked anxiously, he had been holding back this question for a long time.

If he wasn't worried about the stall owner raising the price, he would have asked before.

And the boss of the mustache seemed to have no intention, but he also quietly pricked up his ears and listened, what?

No, isn't it just a razor? It's not like I've never seen it!" he thought to himself.

"To the eyes of others, this razor is worthless, but in my eyes it is incomparably precious. Jiang Yuanjin touched the blade lightly and said with a smile, "Of course, selling it to people in need, 10 million is not too much, and 1 million is not too little!"

Old Man Zhang's eyes widened and he asked in surprise, "Is this shaver's razor so valuable?"

The stall owner secretly disdained in his heart, these two people wanted to trick themselves, a razor was worth millions...... The cowhide is blowing to the sky!

"The razor is not valuable, what is valuable is that this razor is contaminated with the essence of the popularity of tens of thousands of people!" Jiang Yuanjin said with a smile.

"What does this mean?" Old Man Zhang didn't quite understand.

The spectators on the side also subconsciously gathered around, which sounds interesting, Razor still has this kind of saying?

Jiang Yuanjin smiled and continued: "This head shaver has a history of more than three hundred years...... And this razor in my hand has been precipitated for more than a hundred years!"

"That's only a hundred years, and the artifacts can't even reach it!" asked the surrounding spectators, puzzled.

"Its preciousness is not the collection value, but the razor used by two generations of master and apprentice to shave the heads of tens of thousands of ordinary people.

The shaver regards the razor in his hand as a second life, and the master passes it on to the apprentice, which is called an orderly inheritance and is protected by the ancestor.

And this razor has been contaminated with the essence of tens of thousands of people's popularity, and it is an elusive magic weapon to ward off evil spirits!" Jiang Yuanjin explained.

The people around him realized this, although they were skeptical, but at least it sounded reasonable.

And Old Man Zhang naturally trusts Jiang Yuanjin, and he is also happy for Jiang Yuanjin to be able to find such a precious magic weapon to ward off evil spirits.

The owner of the eight-character beard stall listened to Jiang Yuanjin's words, and couldn't help but feel a little stuffy, did he really sell at a loss?

Even if it was made up, based on the rhetoric that the young man had just made, it was not a big problem for him to sell this razor for thousands of dollars...... Loss, loss!

If it was really as he said, this razor was so precious that the bearded stall owner felt that he could crash to death on the pillar behind him.

At this moment, an old man dressed in black suddenly saw the razor in Jiang Yuanjin's hand, and hurriedly came over and asked, "This gentleman...... Excuse me, if you are willing to sell the razor in your hand, I will pay 10,000 yuan!"

"Ah...... Is it the old witch head! He actually fell in love with this razor?" Someone around exclaimed, and everyone asked, only to know that this old man in black was actually a well-known witch man nearby, in this Lingfeng City, his reputation is as famous as the sixth paper-tied man, and he has some supernatural abilities.

He has taken a fancy to this razor, doesn't this mean that what the young man just said is true!

"Sorry, not for sale. Jiang Yuanjin said with a smile.

"One hundred thousand!" the old witch head decisively increased the price, he could feel the countless energy gathered in this razor, with this razor, he could submit to any ghost!

"There are a lot of magic weapons to ward off evil spirits, and those who are destined to get them!" Jiang Yuanjin shook his head firmly.

"A million!" the old witch still didn't want to give up.

"I'm sorry. Jiang Yuanjin is also not short of money.

Seeing that Jiang Yuanjin insisted on not selling, the old witch had no choice but to leave in a huff, what a pity!

Everyone around looked at Jiang Yuanjin dumbfounded, this razor that cost a thousand yuan to buy is really worth a million?

Everyone at the scene was a sensation, and today was really an eye-opener for them!

The bearded stall owner looked desperate and helpless, he looked at the pillar behind him, is this a collision or not?