"Little brother, what do you mean?"

The stall owner was pleasantly surprised, and a little skeptical: "Want to buy everything on my stall?" ”

"Yes."

Qi Xiang nodded and said, "How much!" ”

"This ......"

The stall owner's eyes and bones rolled, and he felt that Qi Xiang was a big sheep, and if he didn't slaughter it well, wouldn't he miss this opportunity to send it to the door in vain?

However, before he could open his mouth, he heard Qi Xiang say, "A thousand yuan, okay." ”

"What ......"

In an instant, the stall owner was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and immediately exploded, and said unhappily: "Little brother, I am an antique, a precious antique, a thing, it is worth a thousand......"

"Huh!"

Qi Xiangpi smiled and didn't smile: "Then how much do you say?" ”

"If you want to wrap up the round, you can't shoot it with one shot, it's not impossible to ......"

The stall owner pondered: "Although I said that everything here was hard to find, but looking at you, I can't help but cut my love......

"That's it, I'll give you a discount, a fixed price, 100,000!"

The stall owner quoted a price, and his eyes showed hope. It's not that he doesn't want to offer a higher price, but he also knows that the price is too outrageous and unrealistic. Therefore, simply retreat to the next best thing, and being able to slaughter a knife is a knife.

"100,000 ......"

Qi Xiang sneered, turned around and left.

"Eh, wait!"

The stall owner hurriedly stopped, and said with a shy smile: "Little brother, you have something to say." If you don't think the price is right, we can negotiate it. If 100,000 doesn't work, then 98,000 ......"

"Ten thousand, nine thousand eight!"

Qi Xiang said lightly: "If it is successful, forget it if it is not successful." ”

"Nine Thousand Eight ......"

The stall owner frowned and hesitated.

Seeing this, Qi Xiang didn't say anything more and left directly.

But. He had only walked a dozen steps, and the stall owner caught up with him, and said solemnly: "Little brother, nine thousand eight is nine thousand eight, I agreed, and I will make you a friend......

Nonsense, the stuff of the whole stall, it won't add up to more than a thousand. Qi Xiang was willing to pay nine thousand eight, allowing him to earn nearly ten times the difference. If you refuse such a good thing, I don't know if there will be a next time.

So the stall owner made a quick decision. immediately caught up, and was even a little worried, afraid that Qi Xiang would not admit it in a blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Qi Xiang also had his own ideas, and when he saw the stall owner change his mind, he didn't take the opportunity to lower the price, but said, "You wait here, I'll go get the money......"

"Good, good. Good. The stall owner nodded again and again, and then watched Qi Xiang leave, and then returned to the stall to wait.

The stall owner waited for more than an hour. But he didn't see Qi Xiang return.

At the right time, the stall owner was already wondering if he was being tricked by Qi Xiang?

"Little bastard, don't let me see you......"

Angry. The stall owner couldn't help but curse: "If you see it, see it once, hit it once." ”

"Hit whom?"

Suddenly. A voice came. The stall owner was stunned, and hurriedly looked up, only to see Qi Xiang standing next to him, not only holding money in his hand, but also carrying a bamboo rocking chair with exquisite workmanship.

"Ah, little brother, you're finally back."

The stall owner was overjoyed, looking at the banknote in Qi Xiang's hand, and smiling.

"Nine thousand eight, you can count it."

Qi Xiang handed over the money, and then waved his hand: "The stall belongs to me, you can go." ”

"Okay, let's go, I'll leave right away."

The stall owner took the money, and he was also very happy, he didn't even want a stool, he was afraid that Qi Xiang would regret it, and he flashed directly.

At the same time, under the surprised gaze of others, Qi Xiang straightened the rocking chair, and the whole person sat up, resting on the stool with his legs stretched out, and then took a pair of ink in his arms.

Looking at this posture, he completely treats the lively antique market as a seaside beach, on a leisurely vacation.

"Weirdo ......"

Some stall owners next to him witnessed the process of this transaction, and naturally felt very strange.

If you want to say that Qi Xiang is wronged, it doesn't look like it. To say that he is not, he spent another nine thousand eight to buy a broken stall, which is indeed very much like a sheep's style.

The most important thing is that he didn't leave when he bought something, but brought his own reclining chair and hung sunglasses to bask in the sun.

By the way, and books......

At this time, Qi Xiang touched his pocket and found a book. "Tao Te Ching", annotated version, a classic work published by a certain university press.

"Do you want to learn from the great man who reads under fire?"

One by one, the stall owners, as well as the players, complained fiercely in their hearts. For Qi Xiang's "artistic behavior", he deeply expressed his contempt.

Of course, Qi Xiang directly ignored these vulgar mortals next to him, and was intoxicated by the profound wisdom of the ancients.

“…… Heaven and earth have this void and quiet, so the sun, moon and stars become images in the sky; Water, fire, earth and stone, into the ground. The image moves on top, so all things are born; The body is handed over to the sky, so all things come into being. ”

“…… The achievement of all things, and the authorship of all things, are all the wonders of this silence. ”

"Void, quiet!"

Qi Xiang closed his eyes, but after carefully experiencing it for a while, he didn't feel anything.

If you don't come to the void, you can't be still.

However, that irritable mood disappeared inexplicably, and the mood was very peaceful.

This statement, his way, should be correct.

"Do you want to go back to your roots?"

Qi Xiang was thoughtful, and then an irritable mood came to his heart again.

Yes, all the previous efforts were wasted, and the ape horse ran out again.

Qi Xiang laughed at himself, then opened his eyes and continued to look down at the book. Read the Tao Te Ching from beginning to end. He really saw it, and he didn't have any distractions.

Suddenly, someone asked, "Boss, how do you sell this thing?" ”

Qi Xiang glanced at it and said casually: "Three hundred!" ”

"It's expensive, it's too expensive, I think it's worth up to thirty ......"

The man shook his head, haggling.

Qi Xiang didn't squeak and continued to read his book.

“…… There is no such thing as such a business. ”

The man threw down a sentence and walked away. Originally, in the entire antique market, there are many real and fake things, hundreds of stalls, like a dragon gate array, tens of thousands of things are dazzling.

There are many choices, and Qi Xiang doesn't want to do business. How could someone put a hot face on his cold ass.

"Sure enough, it's a weirdo......"

The others shook their heads, regardless of him as a weirdo, and continued to take care of their stalls and attract customers.

The day passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was night.

The lively antique market has also become deserted, and the stall owners have also packed up their things, counted their day's harvest, and then dispersed in twos and threes.

Qi Xiang also left. Take the stall as a burden, and then move the chair and leave.

The next morning, it was also an antique market, but since it was not a market day, there were many fewer people who came to set up stalls than yesterday.

However, in the fixed place, there were still more than a dozen stalls set up.

These dozen or so stalls are doing long-term trading. Came every day, rain or shine.

These are the so-called professional households, and if they dare not say that what is on their stall, it must be true. But it's also certain. They should have some real stuff on hand.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to live.

So if you play with the stalls, just keep in mind the faces of these professional households. After getting acquainted with them, you might be able to find something nice in their hands.

The entire antique market is not only a professional stall household. In addition, there is a group of players who love to visit the antique market.

These players are generally based on watching, and they don't buy more than they watch. Occasionally, when I am interested, I will make a move.

Early in the morning, these players came, and then they were surprised to find that next to more than a dozen professional households, there was an extra face. A weirdo lying in a rocking chair and reading a book in sunglasses.

Some people were curious, walked to the stall and looked at it, and immediately grinned, what a broken thing......

Junk goods.

Let's go......

A connoisseur with a bit of eyesight, that is not a glance at fake things.

Therefore, no matter how "unusual" this person is, the things on his stall have always been ignored.

From morning till night, this man did not succeed in a single business, and did not have any income.

However, the next morning, players who came to the antique market saw the strange man again.

Not only one day, two days, but even three days and four days, in a flash, it is ten days and half a month. The strange man showed up at the antique market on time every day, rain or shine.

However, he is really weird and never communicates with people. Whether it is a fellow stall owner or a customer who buys something, he is very stingy with words and refuses to say a word.

Business can be successful, and if it can't, it will be counted.

It seems that he set up a stall in the antique market, not to support his family, but to experience life.

But it's strange to say that his attitude of loving to buy and not buying has actually made a business.

After all, the antique market is huge, and there are naturally many players here. Not all players are discerning, and there are some novices who don't understand anything.

These novices, knowing that they don't understand, are most afraid that others will enthusiastically recommend things to them. On the contrary, like Qi Xiang, who directly quoted the price, ignored their temperament, but made these newcomers comfortable.

In addition, because the price of Qi Xiangbao is not high, most of them are one hundred and two hundred.

Some gritted their teeth and admitted it.

So after more than ten days of work, half of the things on Qi Xiang's baggage stall were missing, which really made some stall owners sigh, but they were not very jealous.

Because Qi Xiang's things are all sold at a low price, the money of a dozen pieces is not as good as the price they sell for one thing. They make more money, so why envy and envy someone who is not as good as themselves?

Therefore, Qi Xiang was able to spend more than ten days quietly, no one bothered him, and no one troubled him.

However, the trees want to be quiet and the wind does not stop.

On this morning, Qi Xiang, as usual, set up a stall in the market, and then read a book quietly. Suddenly, he felt darkness in front of him, and someone was standing in front of him, blocking the light.

Qi Xiang looked up and saw a young man with slightly dark skin and white teeth next to him.

At this time, the young man smiled brightly, his white teeth were shining in the sun, and he asked mysteriously: "Big brother, do you want to ...... Ahh (To be continued......)