The fifth day of the sacrifice ceremony of the God of Wealth Temple-

It was too hot.

The hair on Lin Yi's forehead was stuck to his head with sweat, his sideburns were stained with sweat, and there was nowhere to vent his heat, so he took a fan made of newspaper and fanned his cheeks and neck vigorously to create a little cool breeze.

Under the sun, the head of the Yellow Sect was still standing still, still fighting against the heat.

Dong glasses are wide open, his chest is bare, his dirty navel is exposed, and he is lying under the big locust tree in a reclining Buddha style, sipping on the ice cream that is about to melt in his mouth. Liu Sanliang leaned against the red wall in the temple, dozing dizzily, with a mineral bottle filled with liquor at his feet, drunk, he didn't know whether it was hot or cold, very good. He Xiangu and two or three familiar girls got together to eat melon seeds and play cards, and sometimes one or two flattering men bought cold drinks, and the women took it very unceremoniously and laughed.

Isn't it time to end? Fighting patience with Lu Feiyan's girl seems a little irrational. Since she wants to lower the price, she will give it to her, and she doesn't have to do this drama to suffer like this.

Lin Yi had the urge to retreat in his heart.

In fact, don't look at him stupidly these days, he seems to be doing the stupidest thing in the world. But only he knows that this is a silent war.

The protagonists of the war are him and Lu Feiyan.

Lu Feiyan, the woman, wanted to lower Lin Yi's price, but Lin Yi saw through her that she was bound to get this set of sketches, and refused to bow her head and transfer it even if she was killed.

What's more, after being nourished by Lin Yi's own aura, that set of drawings is not only refreshed, but also full of stronger vitality and spirituality, as long as people read it, they must like it; Therefore, in Lin Yi's opinion, such a sketch is worth it even if it costs hundreds of thousands.

It's a pity that Nandu is too small, and there is no one in this place who knows the goods, and no one even has the courage to ask.

Lost?

No, haven't lost yet.

At least Lin Yi clearly knew that Lu Feiyan had sent people over to visit Xin'er from time to time in the past few days, and the purpose was very simple, for fear that someone would take the lead and buy this sketch. What she Lu Feiyan wants, others don't want to get their hands on.

Domineering women are not easy to deal with, Lin Yi thinks he has that kind of patience, but in this steamer-like market on a hot day, his patience has gradually melted away a lot by this hot sun.

Just as Lin Yi was thinking in his heart, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Brother Lin, I will discuss something with you." ”

Lin Yi looked up, but it was Wang Heizi, a bookseller he had dealt with not long ago. Wang Heizi's appearance looks very funny, wearing the big white coat of the farmer uncle in the TV series, with a towel on his shoulder, and a broken straw hat on his head.

"Oh, it turned out to be Brother Wang, is there something wrong?" Lin Yi saw that his expression was hesitant, and he couldn't help but wonder.

Wang Heizi squeezed out a dry smile on his face, bared his teeth and said to Lin Yi: "That's the case, didn't I sell you two large boxes of "The Condor Heroes" a few days ago, and I want to buy it back now." ”

Lin Yi was really stunned at this moment, "Brother Wang, aren't you joking with me, what do you mean, buy back what you have sold?" ”

Wang Heizi was also a little embarrassed, picked up the towel on his shoulder and wiped his face vigorously, and said, "That...... Don't be surprised when you say it, here's the thing, after selling the books to you that day, I wondered if I was a little careless, after all, I only bought those two boxes of books for 800 yuan, and sold them to you for 1,000 yuan, which made you suffer——"

"No, no, no, two hundred yuan is not a loss." Lin Yi waved his hand, looking very generous.

"Don't mind, I'm too kind-hearted, I can't sleep for this matter, so I want to make up for this mistake, it's better to sell the book back to me, and I'll give you 1,000 yuan." In this way, we don't owe anything, and I can rest easy. ”

Lin Yi looked at Wang Heizi, who was talking nonsense, and just wanted to laugh, obviously that greedy gaze had betrayed him, and he was pretending to be a good person.

"Brother Wang, if you say that, you will see the outside, who is with you and me, let alone suffer losses." Lin Yi seemed dead-headed, unwilling to appreciate it at all.

Dong Glasses, who was puffing on ice cream next to him, shouted: "Lao Wang, which play are you playing?" I usually see you slaughtering people and sharpening knives, but I have never been so kind. ”

Wang Heizi said angrily: "Eat your ice cream, what do you say." He turned his head and said to Lin Yi: "Otherwise, I will add another two hundred yuan to you, 1200, and sell it to me." ”

"Not for sale."

"1300, sell it to me."

"Not for sale."

"1500, no more."

"I'm sorry, but still not selling."

"Brother Lin, you're not right, how much do you want?" Wang Heizi's black face was blood-red, and he was anxious.

Lin Yi smiled, and inadvertently looked at the corner not far away, Wang Heizi's wife, Sister Hong, was hiding there with a ghostly head, gesturing to her husband, and when she saw Lin Yi looking over, she hurriedly "swished" and shrunk her head.

Lin Yi pretended not to see anything, and still said to Wang Heizi with a smile: "Brother Wang, didn't I say just now, I don't sell these books." The tone was resolute.

Wang Heizi was out of options, crying with a sad face, "Brother, just raise your hand and help my brother, I really want to buy those two boxes of books." ”

Lin Yi also learned his tone, "Brother Wang, just let go of the little brother, I really don't want to sell those two boxes of books." ”

Dong Glasses rolled his eyes, "Grass, you sing double reeds!" ”

Wang Heizi saw that there was no play, so he stomped his foot and left. Needless to say, he also knows that as a good man, he must have reported to his wife.

Lin Yi looked at the two people hiding in the corner and muttering sneakily, and said in his heart, interesting.

……

As expected, early the next morning, Wang Heizi ran over to chatter again, and then shifted the topic to buying books in a roundabout way, this time generously and directly opened 2000 yuan, which was already twice the price that Lin Yi bought, that is to say, if Lin Yi wanted, he could earn 1000 immediately.

Lin Yi didn't react here, Dong Glasses couldn't sit still, in his opinion, Wang Heizi has always been calculating and shrewd, and he will definitely not suffer such a loss, from this point of view, those two boxes of martial arts novels must be very valuable, Wang Heizi felt that he was losing money, so he was in a hurry to buy it back.

For Dong Glasses' analysis, Lin Yi just smiled, even Dong Glasses can see the strange low IQ, how could he Lin Yi not see it, now he is waiting, waiting for the buyer behind Wang Heizi to show up, to see what kind of god can play Wang Heizi in the palm of his hand, and instigate him to be so dead and stubborn to entangle himself.

Of course, Lin Yi also considered whether it would be Lu Feiyan, but when she thought of this girl's arrogance, she dispelled a guess, after all, people like her can use money to smash people, not to mention that for her, collecting martial arts novels is not high-grade at all.

……

Annoyed by Wang Heizi, Lin Yi left his stall and walked around.

Today, Boss Liu, nicknamed "Liu Sanliang", did not faint, according to his words, today is the birthday of his dead father, and he must stay sober for a day. Some people joked, these few days also happen to be the birthday of Shangsheng Fan Li, your father and Fan Li collided, should Shangsheng be your father-

Liu Sanliang said, if my father is a saint, I will still set up a bird stall? He was already the richest man in the world, driving a yacht and living in a villa, raising a foreign dog and hanging a foreign girl, and Bill Gates was only worthy of carrying shoes for me.

Whether anyone lifted Liu Sanliang's shoes, Lin Yi didn't know, Lin Yi only knew that when he dangled to Liu Sanliang's bookshelf, Boss Liu was barefoot and shook it vigorously with flip-flops as a fan.

Seeing Lin Yi, Liu Sanliang greeted: "Come and take a look, I have a new book here." Don't let glasses and sunspots take advantage of everything, and leave some wine money for your brother Liu. ”

Lin Yi smiled, habitually rubbed the tip of his nose, although he has not been in the used book market for a long time, he knows that this Liu Sanliang is the most lazy among the book sellers, basically he will not put on a new book for most of the month, compared with Wang Heizi's diligence of going directly to the county to find old books, his Boss Liu's favorite is to wait for the rabbit, stay in his own used bookstore, or in front of the bookstall, and collect some if there are old books, no or no hurry, as long as there is wine to drink, everything will be fine.

Because of this, Liu Sanliang's second-hand bookstall business has not been very good, but he has always sold things cheaply, which has attracted some regular customers.

For this lazy bookseller, Lin Yi never had the hope of picking up leaks, because his bookstall really had nothing to pick up.

However, since they greeted him, Lin Yi couldn't refute his face, so he politely glanced at his bookshelf.

Sure enough, the bookstalls are basically full of old books that are not in the stream, and most of them are magazines, such as "Special Attention", "Military World", "Bosom Friend", "Reader's Digest", "Ancient Legends", and of course, the cover of "After Tea". Many of these books were sold a few months ago and are still there. For example, the crumpled 85-year-old issue of "Ancient Legends" with a half-pulled cover seems to have a longer life than all the old books, and it has not been sold yet.

Lin Yi took a cursory glance at the magazines, but he was not very interested, and just as he was about to take his gaze away, a strange smell of books wafted into his nose.

"Hey, this is ......" Lin Yi followed the fragrance and looked, but saw that on top of this large pile of old magazines, there were stacks of brand-new magazines, and if you looked closely, it turned out to be "Marvel Files" published by science fiction magazines.