Since it comes out to sell, it is necessary to show yourself. In this era, it is impossible for the story of the fragrance www.biquge.info of wine not being afraid of deep alleys to reappear, and if you want to earn enough eyeballs, you must be cool and dazzling, so that people have the desire to pay money.

In order to improve the style of his words, the brushes and pens he chooses must be of sufficient grade, and the rice paper must also be low-key and luxurious. Hao Yun, who is handmade by ancient methods, is not extravagant, but it must look quaint!

If his stall is too low, he will never be able to see his core competitiveness. Hao Yun did not choose the debugged ink, but bought the "authentic Hui ink". However, Hao Yun didn't expect this thing to be really true and pure, as long as it could bluff people, it was a good thing.

The pen, ink, and paper were all bought, and the inkstone Hao Yun did not buy it in the stationery store, and those inkstones looked like modern handicrafts - can the inkstone be made into a skull and a fruit girl?

In addition, Hao Yun bought another 100 empty folding fans, how monotonous it is to sell words! The forced price of selling fans is much higher than selling words, not to mention that the added value of fans is much higher than that of paper, and with boxes and fan bags, it is definitely a good thing for gifts!

This series of things cost Hao Yun nearly 2,000 yuan, of which the fan accounted for 1,000 and a half, and the owner of the store really didn't hack Hao Yun. On the contrary, the owner of the store saw that Hao Yun had bought so many things, but he gave away a lot of women's blank fans...

In the end, Hao Yun rolled this sack of things and came to the antique street, which is a scene of seven cities, although the scale of the antique street in the seven cities cannot catch up with the scale of the God Du Pan homeland, but it can also be ranked in the middle of the country.

The things on the antique street are uneven, and it is easy to be pitted if the trick is not bright, and the antique industry is still relatively special. You can't go to the trouble of selling things after you get your eyes on, and the money you spend can only be used as tuition.

Stories of gold panning and failure are played out here every day. Of course, these stories have nothing to do with Hao Yun, he is here to make money! Why does he want to sell characters here? This is called being close to customers! People who like antiques have a vassal and elegant mentality regardless of their level, so Hao Yun can pan for gold here.

Before setting up the stall, he first walked around the antique street, and he had three kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and there was still one inkstone that had not yet landed. However, the most important thing in this place is this thing, which stall on this street does not have a few "good ancient inkstones"?

Hao Yun hugged his shoulders and walked around the street, looking east and west, and finally squatted down in front of a stall of a small scale: "Boss, is there an inkstone?"

The boss raised his eyelids and glanced at Hao Yun, and knew that this kid was a mallet (ignorant and deceitful mobile money bag). Then the boss burned with infinite enthusiasm and said: "Little brother, my Lao Zhang has a lot of good things here, quality and authenticity!"

Hao Yun grinned and said: Who are you fooling? Your kind of stall must be all genuine, and Lao Tzu has eaten all this rags!

"Is there an inkstone?" asked Hao Yun indifferently.

"Yes, yes, come, come, look! This is the real Song Yan, you know the Song Dynasty, right? It's been nearly a thousand years ago!" The stall owner opened his mouth and put his mouth down, and suddenly turned an old modern handicraft into an antique that has been handed down for thousands of years.

"How much?" Hao Yun asked dryly.

"Give you a good price! Twenty-seven thousand! This inkstone is destined for you!" Lao Zhang spared no effort to sell.

"Two hundred..."Hao Yun said half-dead bargaining.

The stall owner was suddenly blindsided, this kid is too ruthless! Is there anyone who bargains like this? He can accept a waist cut, is there anyone who bargains from the soles of his feet?

"Little brother, this is Song Yan..."Lao Zhang said with a longing face.

"Hehe..."Hao Yun said with a drooping face: "If it didn't look like an antique, I wouldn't even give two hundred... If you don't sell it, I'm not a collector, I just want to buy a fake that looks old. ”

Lao Zhang, the owner of the "......" stall, is completely out of line, and the last thing he wants to meet is a guy like Hao Yun who has no desires. They want to buy handicrafts, who is the reason for this?

"You can't sell it for 200! This is just a smashing brand! You can buy that for 200 in my stall..." Lao Zhang pouted, pointed to the tattered at the bottom of the box on the side of the stall, and said: "This is an antique street, and we have to pay taxes when we set up a stall!"

"Hey, this one looks very old, are you sure this is not an antique, and you will sell me for two hundred?" Hao Yun asked, grabbing a dirty inkstone on the side of the stall.

"Hmph! That thing was collected at the bottom price, anyway, you don't want antiques, I'll sell it to you for 200, and I just happen to clear the inventory." Lao Zhang broke the jar and said, it is not easy to set up a stall in these years, and some of the tattered at the bottom of the box cannot be sold and are still dead.

The inkstone he pointed out to Hao Yun was really taken back by him at the reserve price, and it cost him ten yuan to buy it from the bear child. At first, he was quite happy, thinking that this thing was some kind of good thing, and he found a master to pass by. I didn't expect it to be a tatte!

"Forget it, that's it! At least it can be put on a façade!" Hao Yun handed the money to the stall owner, picked up the inkstone and left the stall.

Then Hao Yun bought a piece of paperweight, a solid wood antique table and two chairs at other stalls at a low price. This time, there are all the guys who set up the stall! He calculated the cost, and it cost him more than 4,000 yuan to build the stall. The pen, ink, paper, and inkstones are all small heads, and the big heads are on the tables, chairs, and a hundred empty folding fans.

Hao Yunmu had enough strength to find an open space to stop the motorcycle, in front of the motorcycle he set up the table, chair and pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then he took out a piece of rice paper and spread it flat, splashed ink, and carried the pen and wrote four big characters - a thousand words!

As he pulled the paper off the table, he found that his vigorous pen had left traces on the table. It is worthy of a master-level calligraphy skill, and the skill is simply max!

After the words were written, Hao Yun found two poles to pick up the four words "a thousand words of gold", thanks to the fact that the wind is not strong today, otherwise this thing would have to be blown all over the sky like a plastic bag. I have to say that Hao Yun's signboard is played with ingenuity, and it is like a white flag from afar!

Sure enough, Hao Yun's performance art-like spy quickly attracted the attention of passers-by, mainly because Hao Yun's words were so beautiful, beautiful and so beautiful that people were happy and forgetful. His words have no meaning of high and low at all, even people with shallow cultural background can feel the power contained in Hao Yun's words.

After the stall was set up, Hao Yun leaned on the chair and closed his eyes to recuperate, and the appearance of a fairy wind and bones really attracted people's attention. He has already replaced his father's leather jacket, and he is now wearing a Tang costume - the painting style of selling calligraphy in a leather jacket is too strange, and it is so strange that Hao Yun himself does not dare to experiment.

As the old saying goes, Jiang Taigong fishes -- those who wish to take the bait! He Hao Yun also has his own insistence, saying that every word of his money will be sold for 1,000 yuan. His words are worth this price, and he has this confidence!