Xiaobao walked on the street, and the people who did business on the street had already opened for business. Only places like dance halls, nightclubs, brothels and so on are closed.

It's still a way to make money. Xiaobao thought to himself.

While walking outside, he thought that he had no idea how to hide Chen Mingyi.

Xiaobao walked around the streets and alleys a few times, and looked behind him to see that there was nothing abnormal. Then I walked to the shop that sold clothes.

Chen Mingyi was taller than Xiaobao, so Xiaobao bought clothes in Dali. He turned around a few shops and bought a few sets of clothes for Chen Mingyi inside and out. bought a pair of leather shoes for Chen Mingyi.

When Xiaobao bought a lot of food and came out, it was already a big bag and a small bag, and his two hands were a little insufficient.

The rickshaw driver on the side of the road stared at him like a wolf staring at his prey.

At this time, Xiaobao remembered that Chen Mingyi asked him to buy a good-looking book. He shook his head and walked down the street looking for a bookstore.

Xiaobao doesn't know how to read, so he can only look through the window one by one when he looks for a bookstore. I was tired and sweating profusely as I walked. Finally, Xiaobao stopped outside the door of a shop, hooked the door with his foot and walked in.

"What book do you want to buy, sir?" The guy at the bookstore saw someone coming in and hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

"Buy a nice book." Xiaobao said as he put the things in his hand on the ground.

"A good book? What kind of books are you buying, sir? The guy asked again.

"I don't know how to read," Xiaobao scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

This can stump the guy.

"Boss, come out for a moment. There was a gentleman who wanted to buy a book. The man shouted to the back room.

"Ask me this bit of, what do you eat?" With the sound of swearing, a man in his fifties came out of the back room.

He glared at the guy fiercely, then turned his head and said to Xiaobao with a smile, "Does Mr. want to buy any books?" ”

"He doesn't know how to read, but he wants to buy good books." The guy chimed in.

The boss was also stunned. What books do you buy if you don't know how to read?

The boss looked Xiaobao up and down, and saw that Xiaobao was wearing a valuable suit, which should be a child of a rich family. But with the gangsterism of not learning and not knowing, it should be pampered at home and not disciplined well.

After all, the boss in his fifties has a lot of experience and quickly thought of the answer.

"You're buying good books, aren't you?" The boss deliberately added an accent to the word "look" to show emphasis.

"Yes," Xiaobao replied and nodded heavily.

"But that kind of book is precious, isn't it?" The boss continued to probe tentatively.

"Don't be afraid, as long as it's good-looking." Xiaobao said with certainty.

This time, the boss determined what books Xiaobao was going to buy, and the opportunity to make a fortune came. The chrysanthemums on the boss's face bloomed.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the back room and get you the book. Hurry up and make tea for Mr., there is nothing to see the eyesight! The first half of the boss's sentence was for Xiaobao. The second half of the sentence is to scold the guy.

When the guy just brought Xiaobao a cup of hot tea, the boss also walked out of the back room with a wooden box.

The boss carefully placed the wooden box on the table. He slowly opened the box, revealing a thick thread-bound book.

Xiaobao looked closer, and there were three big characters on the cover of the book. The whole book is antique, like some years.

"Sir, this is the book you want. This book was put on consignment by someone else. If it weren't for the urgent need for money at home, he would be reluctant to take it out and sell it. This was printed during the Qianlong period, and it can be said to be half an antique now. The boss's tone was one of admiration and regret.

Xiaobao gently flipped the pages with his fingers, and suddenly his eyes froze on a page. There was a thief's glint in his eyes.

It all fell into the eyes of the boss, and the corners of his mouth showed an imperceptible knowing smile.

"How much does this book cost?" Xiaobao's voice trembled.

The boss of "Eight Hundred" gently spit out two words from his mouth.

Xiaobao almost didn't sit on the ground.

"What? Eight hundred dollars! A book is generally only ten or eight yuan. This one is too expensive for 800 yuan, right? Xiaobao said in surprise.

"What kind of book is that for ten yuan and eight yuan, this book of 300 Tang poems printed last year on the shelf, you want to buy it for eight yuan and take it away. But this one is different, it has been printed for more than 100 years. Still such a good book. You look at the engraving of this font, and then you look at the drawing of this illustration, which is very well made. At this time, the boss glanced at Xiaobao meaningfully.

"If you sell it in the future, it may increase in value. It's an antique! The boss continued.

Chen Mingyi said let me buy good-looking books, Bacheng is this kind of book. Others say that the reader is serious on the surface, but in fact, he is very disturbed inside! Chen Mingyi must like to read this book. Xiaobao's heart is at war between heaven and man, and he is looking for a reason for himself to buy.

"Five hundred" Xiaobao's voice trembled.

The boss slapped his thigh and said, "Six hundred!" It couldn't be less. Who let me meet someone like you, sir? I'm making a big profit today. ”

"Six hundred is six hundred" Xiaobao finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.

Xiaobao took out the money, counted out six hundred from it and handed it to the boss. The boss asked the guy to wrap the wooden box in paper. This wooden box is the original item that goes with the book.

Xiaobao called a rickshaw in front of the bookstore and put everything on the cart. Then get in the car and leave. Today is a full day.

After watching the rickshaw go away, the man said to the boss, "Boss, I have made a fortune today." I made three hundred dollars for a single book. ”

The boss said with a regretful face: "It's still not dark enough." If I bite eight hundred dollars and don't let go, he'll have to buy it in the end. ”

The rickshaw arrived at the door of Longjiang Street, and Xiaobao gave the car money to get off. Move everything into the house. But I can't see Chen Mingyi. Xiaobao searched for a long time before finding him in the utility room.

It turned out that Chen Mingyi spread the futon on the floor of the utility room and fell asleep on it again. I don't know how much he has suffered and how tired he has been these days.

When Chen Mingyi woke up again, he came to the living room.

Xiaobao handed him the wooden box as if offering a treasure.

"Golden Plum! How do you buy this book? Chen Mingyi asked in surprise.

"Didn't you ask me to buy good books? Look at how beautiful the illustrations in this book are. Xiaobao said triumphantly.

"I'm asking you to buy an ancient text, a modern novel, anyone can do anything. But how do you buy such a book. Chen Mingyi said with tears and laughter.

"Three hundred Tang poems are okay?" Xiaobao asked. He heard the name from the bookstore owner.

"Of course, I love reading books like that." Chen Mingyi replied.

Xiaobao almost fainted. Six hundred for a book, eight dollars for a book, too much difference!

Chen Mingyi turned around and was about to leave with the golden bottle, but Xiaobao stopped him.

"Don't you read books like this?" Xiaobao asked angrily.

"The writing of this book is not bad, and the literary value is very high." Chen Mingyi said embarrassedly. After saying that, he slipped away.

"Obviously, I want to see how the illustrations of men and women swing in it, but what kind of writing is it. No wonder they all say that the reader is hypocritical, and it is not false at all. Xiaobao said with a sneer.