The car was driving on a road under construction, and the van in front of it gradually stopped, and two rows of dimly lit tents could be seen at the end of the road in the distance, and there were many cars parked on a gravel beach on the side. An old man in blue overalls held a flashlight in his hand, constantly gesturing and shouting in dialects that he couldn't understand.

"Hey, it's still early?" Zhang Dadao muttered.

Zheng Wen also smiled, "It's not easy for everyone, this business is not easy to do now, and a lot of money has been made by auction houses and the black market." Those guys who write antique books are still trying to fool around, and everyone wants to pick up the leaks. There are more and more traffickers, and the pressure of competition is high~"

Zhang Dadao nodded and said, "This is normal, controlling the market terminal is always better than making money in the middle links." But you middle-of-the-road dealers are also the main reason for the increase in the final market price!"

Zheng Wen smiled angrily: "Heh, aren't you studying medicine?

Zhang Dadao smiled and nodded: "Ali Baba's advertisement, I don't know if I read it in that newspaper, anyway, it smells like a strong soft advertisement!"

Following the van in front of him, Brother Long called several people together and said a few words to a middle-aged man in the parking lot first. After a while, he came over with a piece of paper and said, "I'll go talk to a few dealers I just met, big head, you take your things to stall 13, and the price will be reported according to what we said." ”

Waiting for Wu Datou and them to agree, Brother Long turned around and left, Wu Datou and Liuzi picked up boxes one by one and went to the tent, while Zhang Dadao and Zheng Wen waited in place. After a few trips, the things were almost moved, and Zhang Dadao said to Zheng Wen: "Come on, let's get that tank down first!"

The two turned back to the back of the car and removed the tank, and Zhang Dadao looked around to see a young man who was maintaining the order of the parking lot walking in front of him. He beckoned to him and said, "Hey, call you! Come and help!"

Zheng Wen was also stunned, and looked at Zhang Dadao a little stupidly, thinking that Zhang Dadao knew this young man. The young man was also stunned for a moment, and came over with some doubts, and when he arrived in front of Zhang Dadao, he also smiled when he saw the jar, came up and took a closer look, shook his head, and said, "Dude, what are you doing, isn't this funny?

The young man seemed to have heard a lot, seen a lot, and knew a little about the antique. Not only did he not come up to help, but he laughed at Zhang Dadao. Zhang Dadao was not angry, but said happily: "I told you that this is for sale? I told you? I don't understand anything, hurry up and help, if something happens slowly, your boss will not let you go!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhang Dadao carefully with some doubts, and whispered to himself with some doubts: "Daoist? ”

Although the young man was muttering in his mouth, he still came up to help move the tank! Zhang Dadao held a bunch of things and watched Zheng Wen and the young man carry the tank to the front of those tents. Zhang Dadao and they came early, at this time there were not many people in the tent, each tent was separated by some distance, especially using a light bulb with a very low wattage, and a figure was faint under the dim light, like a ghost. This ghost market theory seems to come from this.

"Okay, okay, just put it down here, just put it down!" At the entrance of the market, Zhang Dadao instructed the two to place the jar in the middle of the road.

The young man touched his chin a little puzzled and said, "What are you going to do here?"

Zhang Dadao happily took out the piece of rice paper he wrote and pasted it on the jar. He said to the young man, "Find a lamp to put here! Don't worry about the rest, if someone asks you, just say that the rules are like this!" Zhang Dadao said, took out a large ticket of 100 yuan and threw it into the jar.

The young man was completely stupid, touched his head and said, "Isn't this a ticket?

Zhang Dadao walked happily to the market, Zheng Wen also took out a piece of money and put it in the jar, and followed Zhang Dadao in a few steps. When he arrived at Zhang Dadao's side, he whispered: "There are not too many people from the ghost market, I'm afraid I won't be able to collect much money." And you're not afraid that the money will be taken away?"

Zhang Dadao said: "What are you afraid of? The people who know here are all people in the industry, and they don't understand the rules of playing antiques, so this heavenly master will not let his family go to the ancestral grave!"

Zheng Wen sighed helplessly, and pulled Zhang Dadao to their own stall, Brother Long's group had a lot of things, and the stall was also very large, basically divided into three small stalls. Wu Datou has the most things on his stall, and all the genuine goods are on his stall.

The other two stalls don't have many things, one is that Zheng Wen has put a few high-imitation treasures on it, and many low-imitation porcelain, the main one is porcelain. The last stall is Liuzi watching, and it is also the smallest and most ungrade stall, with two piles of things on it, one pile is ancient jade wrapped in mud, and the other is copper coins. With the heroic appearance of Liuzi's head and eyebrows, wearing Arowana, he really has the feeling of an old farmer digging out something in the field to sell.

Brother Long's subordinates, one person is in charge of a stall, and Zhang Dadao has no one to arrange, everyone knows that this uncle's brain circuit is abnormal, and he simply let him love it.

Gradually, a lot of people came, all of them came to set up stalls. Zhang Dadao didn't expect that such a place where birds don't poop could attract so many people to set up stalls. Seeing that there is no way to visit the ghost market, Zhang Dadao didn't stay stupid in the stall, and began to wander around the ghost market.

The scale of this ghost market is usually not too large, but this ghost market is not ordinary, although the interval is still quite large, but the overall distance is very long. You can't see a ghost market of this size anywhere. Of course, Zhang Dadao entered the ghost market for the first time, and he didn't think there was anything strange, so he walked quietly along the side, glancing at the things on the stalls that had been set up from time to time.

"Sure enough, it's hard enough to find antiques in the middle of the night, it looks like the real thing!" Zhang Dadao sighed a little, he looked at it like this, and he felt that the things on these stalls looked like real and fake.

Zhang Dadao felt puzzled, and those who set up stalls felt even more weird, and it was really weird to see a person dressed as a Taoist priest in the ghost market. If Zhang Dadao wasn't wearing tourist shoes, these stall owners would probably think he was a ghost.

Wandering all the way to the entrance of the ghost market, Zhang Dadao saw that there were already a lot of people around the side of the jar where he put it. After looking at it from a distance for a while, Zhang Dadao secretly became proud, this antique person is a little superstitious, after watching it for a while, all the people who came in threw money into the jar!

When Zhang Dadao was proud of his wit and intelligence, someone suddenly said behind him: "Eh, where are you?" Okay, our boss said, you weren't invited by him! Come with me, our boss is looking for you!" Zhang Dadao was stunned for a moment, and when he looked back, he found that the young man who was helping him move the tank was glaring at him with an angry face.