As soon as Mingdao posted the account, the mobile phone began to vibrate all the time, and then Mingdao's account balance of 0.3 yuan began to grow at a rate visible to the naked eye.

“1.3.”

“73”

“170”

“720”

“9712”

The barrage is still sending messages

"Brother Dao, I've changed my mind to 5 yuan, and I'm also a shareholder now, right?"

Lan Yu: "I originally wanted to transfer directly, but after thinking about it, I have to give others the opportunity to become shareholders." ”

Magician J: "Haha, that's what I thought too. “

"Brother Dao has a dollar to transfer, and the student party has no money, forgive me."

In just 1 minute, the balance of Mingdao's account changed from 0.3 yuan to 24143, and the amount continued to rise, Mingdao hurriedly took away the mobile phone to prevent those who had just come in from starting to transfer money.

"Enough money, don't transfer it, everyone."

Although Mingdao said, the mobile phone still kept vibrating, and the amount of money did not stop slowly until more than 40,000, and Mingdao wiped the sweat on his forehead

"It's also over double the budget, ouch, my phone is almost stuck, thank you brothers."

"Brother Dao is polite, the big guys are looking forward to the program in Fengmen Village."

"Brother Dao, now that many of you are shareholders, you have to be polite to us in the future, you know?"

Xiaolongnu: "Hehe, Brother Dao, I also transferred 3,000, I can be regarded as a major shareholder!" “

Ming Dao happened to see this barrage, and said with a smile: "Okay, Xiaolongnu asked you to be the second shareholder of our live broadcast room." “

"Oyer." A teenage girl cheers in bed.

Magician J: "Brother Dao is eccentric, we have also transferred to the same price." “

Ming Dao spread his hands and said, "Who called you not a girl." ”

Magician J: "......, I can't argue with that. ”

"Haha, don't be poor with everyone, I'll go down first to buy equipment, and I'll start the live broadcast tomorrow, and I should be in the car by then." After saying that, Mingdao turned off the live broadcast.

This walk left hundreds of thousands of onlookers.

"The anchor donated money and ran away."

"Brother Dao and his sister-in-law ran away."

"Pair two."

"King Fried."

A group of people chatted boringly in the Mingdao live broadcast room, and only dispersed after a while.

At this time, Ming Dao set off to buy some things for camping, who knows if there is a place to live there in Fengmen Village, even if there is the best place to live, don't live, so Ming Dao decided to buy a tent and buy some things to prepare for camping.

In the morning, Mingdao took a certain tent and some durable and fall-resistant flashlights, and returned home with some necessary supplies, packed up slightly, and then went out again.

Ming Dao carried an empty bag on his back, came to a very remote place in Chongshi, and then paid to get off the bus.

Ming Dao looked at the street full of very old brick buildings, and there were many small flags hanging on them, with all kinds of words written on them: "Look at Feng Shui, Compass." “

"Cinnabar rune paper."

"Ancient Secret Methods."

There are also many small vendors setting up stalls on the roadside, and all of them are magic weapons and props, but it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

This place is actually before coming to Chongqing, Mingdao's grandfather told Mingdao that the hungry things here are real and fake, and you need to identify them yourself, just like this stall outside, basically they are fakes, used to deceive those who don't know how to do it, of course, there will be real treasures occasionally, but this depends on yourself to identify, in short, this place is a bit similar to the antique street.

Ming Dao didn't look at the street stalls, but went straight to a corner of the lane, there is a shop called "Bao Zhai", Ming Dao directly pushed the door in, only to see one of the fat people lying on the table and falling asleep, not aware of the existence of Ming Dao.

Mingdao doesn't care, this is not the first time he has come, anyway, every time he comes, this fat man is sleeping, this shop is his, but the owner is not this fat man, but this Pang Ming's grandfather, Mingdao's grandfather told him, this Pang Ming is a bit of a doorway, and there are many genuine products bought in the store, of course, there are also a lot of fakes, tell Ming Dao to be careful when choosing, especially don't choose the things introduced by the old man Pang, this old man is black.

As a result, Ming Dao met Pang Fat Man for the first time, and later Ming Dao found out that this grandfather and grandson were both the same black, when Ming Dao first came, this Pang Fat Man was very enthusiastic, and recommended it to Ming Dao, but Ming Dao looked at it, his face was black, all TM fakes, and the price was more expensive than the other, even a piece of cinnabar paper, this fat man gave Ming Dao a fake, and the cinnabar paper turned out to be TM with red ink to occupy a little sand, you said how black this fat man's heart is.

Later, Pang Fatzi found out that what Ming Dao was holding was all genuine, and he also knew that Ming Dao was a knowledgeable person, so he was bored and didn't accompany Ming Dao, so he returned to the table and played by himself.

Ming Dao walked to the place where the things were placed, and came to the place where the cinnabar paper was placed, when Ming Dao came to this place before, he was chosen here, and Ming Dao knew that this was the place where they put the real cinnabar paper, so he didn't look at it much, and then took 2 stacks.

Pang Fatzi, who was originally "asleep" on the table, opened his glasses and looked at Ming Dao when he went there to get cinnabar paper, and a lewd smile appeared on his face.

"Hehe, no matter how smart you are, you have to follow the way of my fat man."

Seeing Ming Dao turn around, Pang Fatzi hurriedly closed his eyes and continued to "fall asleep"

Ming Dao didn't care much about the cinnabar paper, he knew it was true when he touched the cinnabar paper in his hand, when Ming Dao was about to choose other things, he suddenly slipped on his hand, and the cinnabar paper was scattered all over the ground, Ming Dao bent down to pick it up, and when he touched the cinnabar paper, his face changed.

The "sleeping" Pang Fat Man looked at Ming Dao's actions and secretly said, "It's not good." "Close your eyes.

Ming Dao picked up the cinnabar paper, Ming Dao's face was gloomy, this dead fat man, there were real goods on both sides of the cinnabar paper, but the middle was full of fakes, Ming Dao looked at the fat man who was "sleeping" on the counter, only to see his eyelids trembling, then I didn't know that the dead fat man was pretending to be asleep, Ming Dao was about to wake him up, suddenly his eyes rolled, and he pretended to muttered secretly: "Hey, this dead fat man is just sleeping, there are so many good things in this house, if you don't secretly take some of them, run away." “

When Pang Fatzi heard this, his eyelids twitched more frequently, "Okay, you dead Taoist, you still want to steal things, I won't move first, and when you want to leave, I will catch you and get all the stolen goods, and then I will let you know why the flowers are so red." ”

Ming Dao took this cinnabar paper, pretended to move a few big things, made a little noise, and then walked to the door vigorously, and muttered: "It seems that I took a little too much, so heavy." “

Pang Fatzi heard that it was almost time, and no matter how late it was, the dead Taoist priest probably ran away, and Pang Fatzi roared together, "Well, you dead Taoist priest, you actually want to steal something, and today the fat man will let you know why the flowers are so red." “

As a result, Pang Fatzi found a face full of smiles standing not far from him, looking at him.

"Pang Fat Man woke up? But who do you say steals? Is the Dead Daoist talking about me? “

"Not good." Pang Fatzi said secretly, I don't know this, Mingdao is deliberately manipulating him, Pang Fatzi reacted very quickly and said: "Yo, Brother Dao is here, no, how can you say it, I was having a nightmare just now, dreaming of a dead Taoist priest stealing things in my house." Pang Fatzi gritted his teeth in the end.

Ming Dao smiled: "Fatty, can you explain to me, what's going on with this cinnabar paper?" The front and back two are genuine, and the middle is a fake, your kid's heart is black enough. “

Pang Fatzi looked at the cinnabar paper in Ming Dao's hand, and knew that Ming Dao was going to say this, so he smiled awkwardly, "Brother Dao, you don't know, what my old man said, this thing can't be kept in one place, it needs to be changed, no, just change the position of the fake, Brother Dao, you too, how can you be careless when you take something, and get the fake." ”

"Yo, I'm to blame for that?"

Pang Fatzi stepped forward and took the cinnabar paper in Ming Dao's hand, "Don't blame you, don't blame you, blame me, Brother Dao is here, here is the real thing, you choose, today's one will give you a 9.5% discount, no, 9% off, how about it, Brother Dao, I'm interesting enough." ”

Ming Dao smiled: "What you said is nine-fold." Ming Dao smiled, I want to buy tens of thousands of yuan of things today, and I can save a lot of money if I get ten percent off.

Pang Fatzi patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Brother Dao, isn't it just a few pieces of cinnabar paper?" It's just a matter of a few hundred yuan, and I can still call the shots with a nine-percent discount on this money, so don't worry about it. ”