"Modern. Mr. Sun is the inscription of the public in the world. There are stamps. Yes. Full product. Worth 20,000. Thirty-five can be collected. Five hundred and seventy-one times the profit. The stall owner knows the goods but does not know the price, and someone has given 1,003, and the chance of missing is zero."

After three minutes of pushing the 28 bars forward, I had nearly twenty artifacts in my mind that exceeded the profits.

However, in the end, I denied it.

Because the stalls to which these utensils belong, without exception, are full of people.

More than half of the buyers were from tonight's contestants.

The items in my photo are ordinary and I can recognize them, and the contestants can recognize them.

Some of them have been fighting guerrilla warfare with the stall owner for half an hour, and some have already begun to do so.

No matter in any era or time and space, the leakage war is the most test of the buyer's mind and nerves. During the period, the battle of wits and courage with the seller was even more thrilling.

But if any link goes wrong and the horse's feet are exposed, everything will fall short.

It is a long tug-of-war to pick up leaks on weekdays, and now the difficulty of picking up leaks in special times is even more than five times, or even five hundred times.

Eight minutes later, I was almost done with the ghost market.

Today is the winter solstice, and the temperature in the early morning of Yandu is unbearable.

Especially on the most empty Panjiayuan Dachang Dam, there is still a biting north wind blowing.

In these eight minutes, I saw at least 20 contestants successfully pick up the leaks, successfully take the items they wanted, and turn around and go out to the big willow tree under the follow-up video of two personal announcements.

At this time, in the Panjiayuan ghost market, the items with missing value were basically emptied by the contestants who arrived in advance.

The contestants who completed the task of picking up the leaks secretly rejoiced that they had made a timely move, while those hesitant contestants stood in the open space in the north wind and scolded their mothers for selling batches.

Others did the opposite, squatting around the night market, waiting for a new vendor to arrive.

Every time a new seller comes, dozens of contestants flock to the market from all directions. Before the seller could shop the goods, the stall was tightly surrounded and the water was impassable.

The posture of so many people surrounding him scared the stall owner into a daze.

When the stall owner opened the stall with trepidation and took out the goods, all the contestants did not give the stall owner any time to react and directly started to take it.

The fast hand speed took the lead, and the slow hand speed was so anxious that he aimed at the stall owner's backpack suitcase, and did it directly without any discipline quality!

It was a scene like a post-apocalyptic sweep.

This is a leak, this is a robbery!

What's even funnier is that some contestants saw me coming with a bicycle and stopped me at once, and couldn't wait to whisper and ask me what I had?

With my head hidden in a down hat, I crashed straight away from this and walked to the end of the ghost market stall. ap.

There are only two or three stalls here, and the stall owners do not carry special lights.

Such stalls are mainly novices who have just entered the industry, or they are half-baked Tibetan friends who take advantage of their free weekends to earn some pocket money.

Even so, there were quite a few people in front of these three stalls.

There are not many stall owners in the ghost market of Panjiayuan in winter, and there are a total of 100 stalls on the dam tonight.

However, the number of players involved in the leakage battle at the headquarters is as high as 500.

Each of them is accompanied by two follow-up announcements, that is, 1,500 people.

Coupled with the invigilators and supervisors sent by the competition committee and the observation group of the Special Institute of the Academy of Sciences, the number of people soared to 2,000.

This is not counting the old birds of Yandu who like to go to the ghost market.

Such a ratio yields a result.

There are more monks and less porridge, and there is no leakage to pick up!

The next second, I stopped at the last and most crowded booth and peered through the cracks.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man, and the stall is full of miscellaneous goods.

The most eye-catching, when

It is a box of ginseng in the hand of the stall owner.

The length of the main ginseng was only about ten centimeters, but the longest of her ginseng tendrils reached an astonishing little more than a foot.

Moreover, more than a dozen of her ginseng roots are old and flawless.

The horizontal stripes are independent and disconnected from top to bottom.

There is also a slight black mud in the iron line in the middle, which is particularly dazzling.

Needless to say, this is the most authentic and authentic Changbai Mountain old ginseng.

It is flawless and does not hurt any rhizomes during the process of collecting ginseng.

year, at least twenty-five years.

This kind of old mountain ginseng is hard to find!

The cabbage, Lao Xiucai, and Liu Yuxi, who were waiting around the stall owner, were close to each other and had been holding hands with the stall owner to negotiate the price.

I just glanced at the old ginseng and turned my head away.

Just look at the stall owner's calm eyes to know that no one can pick up his leak.

This level of old ginseng, even if you put together a piece of the spillage gold of everyone present, you may not be able to take it.

Vain waiting, wasted ink!

The moment I turned around, I suddenly realized that I had seen the entire ghost market in Panjiayuan.

The result is one.

Nothing, nothing!

That's what happens when it's too late!

it!

I didn't catch up with the hot ones when I ate!

Walking around the entire Pan Jiayuan, I didn't see Kai Zi Li and the three wild card players, let alone Huang Shengyang and a group of seed players, which shows that they have successfully picked up the leak in Pan Jiayuan and went to Da Liushu early.

The ghost city of Big Willow, that is their ultimate battlefield.

And I'm still looking for them on the first battlefield to collect the remaining garbage!

You can't eat to catch up with the heat, and the old saying is true.

Looking at the bustling ghost market, I only felt that I was the only one left in the world.

At this moment, my only thought is to blow up the group of orphan dogs of the competition committee!

As for the old despicable, I want to crush him to ashes and even more to relieve the hatred in my heart.

It's 1:25 a.m., and it's 40 minutes to ride to Big Willow at the earliest.

From what I know about the big willow tree, this time period has passed, and the stall owner has done his best, and what kind of good goods there are have have been cleaned up by the Saimo dogs.

Even if there are good goods, they are all high-end goods with wide open doors. Can't pick up the leak at all.

Now and in the past, there is no point!

Exhausted, I was in a bustling ghost city, but all I saw in my eyes was an empty hell.

For the first time since participating in the comprehensive competition, I felt small and helpless.

There is also perseverance and conviction that is difficult to maintain.

At this moment, I thought about cheating!