Chapter Ninety-Three: The Old Man of Hand Color

"Eh, by the way, boss, how can there be a relatively large trading house or auction house in Qingyun Town. ”

Guan Yun suddenly remembered that he didn't have much money on hand, but there were a lot of valuable things, so he had to find a place to sell them.

The middle-aged boss thought for a while, put a bowl of noodles on another table, then walked over and wiped his hands, and said.

"There are a lot of trading houses, and there is a whole street on East Street, but they are all shops of the Qian family, which are relatively tricky, and the price is very low. ”

The Qian family has just offended Qian Feng, and if you go to the Qian family's territory at this time, isn't it uncomfortable to find yourself.

"Does the boss have another shop? ”

"There is no trading house, after all, the Qian family is powerful, and other small shops have long been squeezed and can't survive. ”

The boss scratched his head and searched the trading houses in the city.

"Eh, but there is one in our Qingyun Town, and it is also the largest auction house in the town, it does not belong to any family in the town, the price is more fair, you can go and see what you want to buy." ”

Guan Yun's eyes lit up, he didn't belong to the Qian family, and the scale was the largest, which was just right for his current situation.

"Boss, what's that auction house called, and where is it? ”

"That auction house is very famous, called Shimmer Auction House, on Ninth Street, this auction house is so big that the big families in the town dare not mess with it. ”

"The auction house also often conducts some charity auctions, and most of the money raised is donated, so the reputation is still very good. ”

As soon as the middle-aged boss said that Guan Yun had some understanding of this auction house.

Gotta go and see it.

"Brother Yun, do you want to sell something?"

Red Sleeves ate a small half bowl of noodles, gave the rest to the dog, and asked when he heard Guan Yun ask about the auction house.

"Well, the rewards of the Beast Hunting Contest haven't been sold yet, and there are still some corpses of demon beasts, and if they don't sell them, they're going to die of poverty, hahaha. ”

The money for these rewards has to be divided equally among the team, not just Guan Yun's.

"Oh, hahaha, I forgot, but, are you short of money... ”

The last sentence of the red sleeves almost choked Guan Yun to death, but think about it, Zhuge family, dad is still a national teacher, can he be short of money? . .

"Uh... How to say this, of course the more money, the better, hahaha. ”

I can only be embarrassed to say haha, after all, the red sleeves with ten fingers that don't smell of copper, it's really hard to understand what the concept of no money is...

"Boss, check out. ”

"Eh, come on, you two eat well, a total of 100 copper plates. ”

took out a hundred wen, put it in the boss's money jar, lifted the dog's egg, and thought about going to other places to shop, but before he could think about it, he was pulled up by the red sleeves and stabbed into the night market.

There are many stalls in the night market, and there are also some entertainment stalls, rings, darts throwing, etc.

Guan Yun was not very interested in this, but Red Sleeves had never seen this, and he had a lot of fun.

"Brother Yun, I'm going to play that !!"

Guan Yun looked over along the red sleeves and found that it was a small stall in a circle.

The red sleeves pulled Guan Yun to find a gap before getting in, and when he got to the inner circle, Guan Yun found that it was an old man performing hand paint.

A simple large felt cloth was spread on the ground, and an old man with gray hair sat on it, with three large porcelain bowls in front of him.

This hand color is also very simple, is to take you a familiar thing, handed over to him, placed in three porcelain bowls, after the old man swapped places, can find even if you win, you have to pay some money if you can't find it.

Although it sounds simple, it is difficult to see which bowl is in between the old man's rotation and exchange, and even if there are so many people around, it is still rare to find it correctly.

It's a bit of a gamble, but this old man is also strange, he will give a hundred wen if he wins, and he doesn't need money if he loses, but he wants to let him look at his palmistry, which makes Guan Yun very strange.

"Come on, I'll try. ”

A young man next to Guan Yun seemed to be very unconvinced, and he had to give it a try.

I took out a sachet from my sleeve, which was small enough to fit in a bowl.

The old man opened his slightly closed eyes, Guan Yun found that the old man's eyes were very clear, the sky was already dark, and the lights next to him were blocked by the people around him, but he could still see the deep eyes of the old man clearly.

The old man took the sachet, and as soon as he flipped his wrist, the sachet disappeared, and the old man immediately turned over the porcelain bowl in the middle, and the sachet was in it.

After the young man confirmed that the sachet was correct, the old man turned over the bowl, his hands turned quickly, and he could change positions four or five times in the blink of an eye, so that everyone could only stare at the bowl in the old man's hand without blinking.

Fortunately, it didn't take long to turn it, so that everyone's eyes would not be dry.

"Alright, guess. The old man's deep voice reminded the young man of his stunned expression.

"This... Let me think. ”

The young man was obviously also looking at all the eyes, and after just blinking his eyes once, he couldn't find the bowl he had been staring at just now.

No way, just guess.

"This bowl!"

I made up my mind and chose the bowl on the far right, and pointed to it.

"Take a look. ”

After the old man finished swapping again, he copied his hands into his sleeves, proving that he had not done any more hands and feet later.

The young man reached out and grabbed the bottom of the bowl, and everyone was also looking at the flowers, very much to know which bowl it was underneath, and they all held their breath and looked at the half-opened bowl with full attention.

I saw the young man open it, and the porcelain bowl with a trace of temperature was empty.

"No ?!!"

Guan Yun's eyes were also a little flowery, but he didn't blink, and he probably knew which bowl the sachet was in.

"Ah, why not, I look like it's in this bowl, it's so strange. ”

Red Sleeves tugged at Guan Yun's sleeve and looked at Guan Yun with a puzzled expression.

"Hahaha, of course, this old man's skills are very deep, and it is not easy to see. ”

"Hmph, you can see the same. ”

Guan Yun smiled, leaned into the red sleeves and whispered.

"Hey, the one in the middle. ”

But the distance was too close, and the exhaled breath hit the ears of the red sleeves, warm and itchy, and a trace of blush floated on the side of the face, and he hummed lowly.

"Give you another chance. ”

The old man's eyes were still closed.

Turning over a bowl, there are two left, and the chances of halving are already very large.

The young man hesitated for a long time, and the people next to him were each talking about what they thought was the bowl, so that the young man listened, and he couldn't choose it for a long time.

Finally, the boy reached for the bowl on the far left, which most people thought was correct, and opened it with a sigh of relief.

"And there is no ?!!"

"Alas, bad luck. ”

As he spoke, the young man handed his hand to the old man, which was the established rule.

"No, take it back. ”

The old man's eyes still hadn't opened, and he said lightly.

"Don't look at it?"

After hearing this, the young man withdrew his hand stupidly, turned over the bowl in the middle, found where the sachet was, took it back and put it away, scratched his head, and was angry for bad luck.

"How do you know the sachet is in that bowl!!"