Chapter 2

Dragging boxes from the north gate into the market, the first thing I saw was the greenhouse area, good guys, it happened to be Saturday, it was not an exaggeration to say that there were crowds.

Vajra Bodhi, beeswax turquoise, porcelain miscellaneous, jade jewelry, bronze weapons, stone carving rubbing, embroidery calligraphy and painting, there is really everything, I am eye-opening and dazzled.

Of course, most of them are fake, and there are very few real things on the greenhouses.

I was happy and thought, "It's all fake here, my things are all collected by myself, they are really old things, and they should be sold out soon."

I saw that there was an empty stall in the shed, so I was ready to take out my things and set up a stall.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A bald stall owner next to me stopped me.

"Set up a stall," I said.

"Stalls? Is this your stall just set up? Go, go, little brat. ”

I gritted my teeth and said, "I'm going to set up a stall, is this your stall, I'll give you money, how much do you want?"

The bald man's eyes flickered, and he immediately smiled and said, "One hundred, give a hundred and you can put it."

"What! Ask for a hundred! ”

"Why is it so expensive!"

He squinted his eyes and said, "At this price, if you don't put it, hurry up, don't get in my way."

I now had less than a hundred left in my pocket, and as soon as I gritted my teeth, after bargaining, I gave him ninety.

Now, I only have three dollars left.

The bald man took the money and kept laughing.

I didn't think that as soon as I spread out the stall, the things were only halfway placed, and the loudspeaker of the antique market began to sound.

"Dear tourists, the Panjiayuan thrift market has reached the closing time, please bring your belongings and leave the market in an orderly manner, I wish you a happy shopping and prosperous business."

As soon as the horn sounded, the surrounding stall owners began to close their stalls.

I was stupid at the time, I haven't done it yet......

I angrily said to the bald man: "You return the money to me, now the market is closing, and I haven't started to put it yet."

"Phew!" The bald man spat out a mouthful of phlegm and scolded me with a cold face: "Why didn't you swing!" You're all up! That's it! Money is impossible to return! ”

My eyes were red and I was anxious, and I grabbed his arm and didn't let go, yelling for him to return the money to me.

"Little cub!" He kicked me hard in the stomach.

I was only 16 at the time, and I couldn't straighten up in pain when I hit this man.

There were fewer and fewer people around, everyone put away the stalls and tricycles and pulled them away, and the bald man who kicked me also left.

In the cold winter, although Beijing is not as good as Mohe, it is also very cold at night.

The market security guard led the big dog, and when he saw that I was slow to close the stall, he kept urging me, saying that if I was late, he would fine me.

The days were short and the nights were long, and by the time I dragged my suitcases out of the market, it was already dark, I was cold and hungry, and I only had three dollars on me.

After sitting on a roadside stool for half an hour, I heard that there was an Internet café on the west side of Warwick Bridge, about two kilometers away.

I dragged the box over there again, and I didn't want to ask at the Internet café, because the cheapest machine for a person to open a bag night costs ten yuan, and I don't have enough money.

The idea of living in an Internet café was also shattered.

It was so cold outside that I couldn't stand it, so I pulled my suitcase and hid in an ATM.

From time to time, people would come in and withdraw money, and they would all look at me in a strange light.

It was cold on the ground, and I couldn't sleep comfortably, so I put on a cotton hat and curled up in the corner.

After two or three hours, in a daze, someone patted me.

When I looked up, it turned out to be an aunt in her fifties, who was still holding a small white dog in her hand, probably a resident of the neighborhood near Jinsong.

"Young man, why are you sleeping here on such a cold day?"

"I just bought two baked cakes, and they're still hot, if you don't like it, eat them, and put them here for you," the aunt shook her head and placed the plastic bag on the red tin box containing the fire extinguisher.

My aunt left her things and left, and I was grumbling with hunger, so I finally went to get the plastic bag.

It is a dry baked cake with sesame seeds, which is crispy and fragrant.

Eating and eating, I cried.

"Do you just give up?"

"Don't others look down on our family even more when we go back?"

"No, it won't," I cheered myself up over and over again, "Xiang Yunfeng, you will definitely be able to become a rich man." ”

At eight o'clock in the morning, when I came to Panjiayuan, because I didn't have the money to pay the booth fee, I could only pull the box and keep circling to see that someone was looking at the porcelain, and I would come up and ask: "Big brother, do you want to see my porcelain, it is all old, and it can be sold at the right price."

At this time, the loudspeaker in the market sounded again.

"Tourists, please be careful of illegal traders tailgating, please take care of your belongings, and avoid being deceived."

As soon as the loudspeaker was released, the way this person looked at me changed, and he hurriedly ran away.

I asked several people in a row, and they all thought I was a criminal, a fraudster.

Then I went into an antique shop with the mentality of trying it out, and I asked the owner if he would accept the porcelain.

The shopkeeper said nonchalantly, "What is it, take it out and take a look."

With a joy in my heart, I directly flattened the trolley case and opened it.

"Well, these things don't work very well, they are all old, how much are you going to sell this pair of gall bottles?" The boss pointed to a pair of late Qing blue bile bottles in the box.

Swallowing my saliva, I cautiously said, "Late Qing Dynasty, can you give a pair...... Give eight hundred? ”

"What's that? Eight hundred! The boss glared: "Give you a maximum of one hundred and fifteen, do you sell it or not?"

“.... A pair is only one hundred and fifteen? "My heart was cold.

I collected it from the mountainous area, and I took a hard-seat train for more than 2,000 kilometers to endure cold and hunger, and it cost 100 to collect it!

Only made fifty dollars?

My face was flushed with anger at the time, and I packed it directly, and the boss saw that I was leaving, and immediately said, "Hey, don't panic, it's really not good, I'm adding twenty to you, how about one hundred and seven?" ”

I didn't have a seizure, I thought my offer was reasonable, but I didn't think I was insulted like this.

"Your twenty dollars, keep them for yourself!"

When people are angry, they can't listen to what they say, and the young man is even more angry, so I don't care about it, and I just pull the box out of the store.

I haven't given up yet, I was going to go outside the market to set up, but when I went out, I saw that the chengguan was confiscating things, and several guys who were fighting guerrilla warfare and selling fake goods had their things confiscated.

I was so frightened that I immediately dismissed the idea.

But there is no endless road.

Just when I was in despair, I met an old man, and the old man said: "Young man, this Panjiayuan is very crowded on the sixth day, and the stalls are very expensive, you can go to Baoguo Temple to try it, I heard that the stalls over there don't cost money."

Hearing this good news, I was immediately overjoyed, and rushed to Guang'anmen Baoguo Temple with my suitcase.

The booth that doesn't cost money in Baoguo Temple is my last chance.