Zone C, Free Market.

This market has a history of 100 years, and it is true that both buyers and sellers can exchange anything of value, and it can even be said that contribution points are not the mainstream trading currency of the free market, on the contrary, everyone likes to exchange real things that they consider more important than money, such as bullets, food, firearms, old-time entertainment equipment, and all kinds of things that cannot be named.

In short, there is nothing unexpected here.

"Boss, if it's okay, let's go first."

"Goodbye."

Before getting out of the car, Qin Jian told Ma Baojin that they could leave, after all, there was nothing they needed help with next.

On the way to drive away for Ma Baojin and his entourage, a subordinate suddenly Ma Baojin said: "Boss, it seems that Boss Qin didn't entrust us with the task?" ”

When Ma Baojin heard this, he immediately frowned, a little dazed.

"That's right...... We seem to be running errands all the time, huh? ”

The moment Qin Jian entered the free market, he was confused by the dazzling array of trading goods.

There are some similarities between the wet market in Zone D and the vendors in the wet market always like to trade grain or other items, provided that they feel that you can take something.

But how can the wet market in Zone D be compared to the free market? There's so much to go here, okay?

Walking by, you can see all kinds of small auctions, a group of buyers in a circle, and the sellers are surrounded in the middle of the crowd, holding the auction items in their hands and boasting about themselves, some of them holding weapons like submachine guns, and some of them holding things from the old era.

He had heard Gu Xue mention those things from the old days, what were they called...... TV, computer, mobile phone......

"How much does this cost?" Qin Jian was very interested in things like guns, after all, he was now a veritable sharpshooter, so he simply stopped in front of a shop, pointed to a shotgun and asked.

Since absorbing the shooting training manual, Qin Jian's marksmanship is not only amazing, but also has become familiar with the types of firearms, and he remembers the names and models of various guns clearly, but what about ...... He couldn't name the shotgun.

"Winchester 1887, although it is second-hand, but I am the only one in the whole free market who has this gun!" Although the boss did not quote the price, he introduced the gun, which was exactly what Qin Jian wanted.

"Yes, it looks pretty well maintained." Qin Jian said politely.

When the boss heard Qin Jian say this, he immediately smiled brightly: "Of course!" I refuel it every day! ”

"And how much does it cost?"

"150,000 contribution points, it's a good deal! Whether it's a collection or a zombie's head, it's a gem among the best! ”

Qin Jian really likes the appearance of this gun, but the key is that he doesn't have so much money......

"Can I make a reservation first?" Qin Jian asked.

"Little brother, how can you pretend to be such a thing?" The boss's smile suddenly changed to a taste, giving Qin Jian a feeling of "if you don't buy it, go away quickly".

"Let's change the subject! Do you collect the ...... of garbage" Qin Jian's last two words wanted to say "garbage", but thinking that this is not a scrap acquisition station, it is not a joke to say it?

"Do you accept antiques?" Qin Jian changed his elegant words.

The boss completely put away his smile and looked Qin Jian up and down, a little suddenly realized.

This kid can't be a garbage picker, right? It's so worn! He also carried a large bamboo basket on his back......

"Little brother, I don't want those "antiques" of yours, you have to figure it out, this is a free market, and everyone doesn't take tatters! ”

Qin Jian was a little displeased when he heard his words, but he still said: "I did pick up garbage, but what I picked up was really antiques. ”

"Then you show it to me!" The boss said with a disdainful expression, his expression as if he was ready to see a joke.

Qin Jian took out a bulging little bag from the basket and said, "Find me a table." ”

"This!"

Qin Jian put the burden on the table and unwrapped it, and a bunch of obvious things were suddenly spread out.

When the boss saw those things, he was stunned.

Do I rub? It's really an antique, how did this kid do it? Can you pick up these things?

In an instant, he wanted to pick up the trash!

When he came to the table, the boss took a closer look, and when his eyes were fixed on a certain "antique", his eyes suddenly widened! His hands trembled involuntarily.

"Can you even pick this up? Just kidding! These were the words of his heart, and he did not say them verbally.

The boss slowly glanced at Qin Jian, Qin Jian frowned and asked, "Is there any problem?" ”

Seeing Qin Jian's look of no understanding at all, the boss's heart suddenly blossomed!

This kid doesn't even know what that thing is! Still thinking about selling it as an antique?

What kind of antique? That's a priceless treasure!

That's great! He's going to get big this time!

"Little brother, wrap these things, let's go into the house and talk!" The boss whispered beside Qin Jian.

Qin Jian was a little confused, is there anything unsightly about this?

When he came to the boss's small house, Qin Jian said impatiently, "Do you want to accept it?" Don't accept me for another one! ”

The boss hurriedly stopped Qin Jian and hurriedly said, "Collect!" Of course! Brother! Hey, hey, if you want to drink something, I've got whiskey, and Coke. ”

"Don't drink, these things, you hurry up and make a price, I have other things!" Qin Jian said immediately.

"Good, good! Don't worry, I'll do the math! The boss immediately picked up one antique after another, began to look at it carefully, and then gave the price, which was basically about 8,000 to 10,000 yuan.

Qin Jian was very satisfied with what he heard, after all, it was the first time he had sold such valuable garbage.

"What about this! Fifty thousand! "When the boss picked up a tape-like iron object, he offered an astonishing price.

Qin Jian was shocked, 50,000 contribution points, that is the money of a C District identity card!

But then, Qin Jian gradually put away his shocked expression.

He wasn't stupid, just now, when he noticed the boss's gaze stopping at this tape-like thing, his eyes almost flew out, and his body was shaking violently.

Although he didn't know what that thing was, judging from the boss's reaction, this thing must not be an ordinary thing, and he gave such a price in one go, presumably this thing is definitely more valuable than what he said! After all, people are businessmen, and they always have to play some business acumen to make themselves thoroughly.

So he's lying about the price! He wanted to use his ignorance to sell him that thing for a very low price!

Thanks to the subtle expression he had just observed the boss, otherwise this thing would have really sold for 50,000 yuan, and he would have thought that he had made a lot of money!

This boss is simply scheming, holding that thing, his face remains the same, and he smiles as always, giving people the feeling that he is really just holding a more valuable thing!

"This! I'll think about it again! Qin Jian took the opportunity to snatch the things in the boss's hand and said with a smile.

"Huh? Brother! Don't do that! The boss was stunned, and said with a panicked face, wanting to snatch back the things in Qin Jian's hand.

This made Qin Jian even more convinced that this "iron tape" was definitely very valuable! It must not be sold to this black-hearted boss!

The boss's heart is full of all kinds of question marks, doesn't this kid not recognize this thing? Why did you suddenly get the hang of it? Could it be that he knows a little bit about this thing?

"Little brother, don't go! Lakh! How about 100,000? The boss said tentatively, crossing his two index fingers into a cross.

Qin Jian frowned deeply, the boss raised another 50,000 in an instant, without hesitation at all, presumably the value of this thing is definitely more than that! It can even be said that this thing is a "rare treasure", and the price he said is only a fraction of this treasure?

"I'm sorry, I'm going to change to another one." Qin Jian put the treasure in his breast pocket, wrapped up the other antiques, and was about to leave when he turned around.

"One hundred and fifty thousand! 150,000 is always done! ”

"Not for sale."

"Three hundred thousand! Can't I tell you the truth! The boss stood in the doorway, spread his hands, and shouted with a sad face.

Qin Jian didn't speak, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Get out of the way ......"