Most of the people who wander around here are contestants from Panjiayuan.

As far as the eye can see, there are familiar faces.

Lin Chaoxi stood in the middle of the ghost street, guarding a stall.

In her hands, she carried two plastic bags, which she thought were her loot for the night.

Two plastic bags mean that there are at least two items in them.

Lin Chaoxi's harvest tonight is not small.

Looking at Lin Chaoxi's expression, it can be known that there must be at least one good thing in the stall under his feet.

Coincidentally, beside Lin Chaoxi, there was a panicked little north nose standing green.

To be honest, I don't know the level of treasure appreciation of Xiaobeibi.

It is estimated that the level of Xiaobei's nose is still a little bit. After all, the strongest thing she gave me was finding objects.

She is the great-great-grandson of Bei Shuai, and she is the old despicable godgranddaughter, and the level of treasure appreciation should not be too bad.

Xiao Beibi is carrying a small eighteen-inch suitcase in his hand!

Louis Vuitton!

Nearly ninety percent new!

Genuine!

The price is 98,000, and the purchase price of second-hand boutiques will not be less than 60,000.

This suitcase alone can escort Xiaobeibi into the top ten.

If there are still items in the suitcase, the little north nose is firmly in the top five.

The two girls stayed in front of the stall on the left and right, seemingly angry, and seemed to have a tacit understanding to wait for each other to be out.

The stall was right in due east, the standard God of Wealth today.

Just glanced at Xiaobeibi and Lin Chaoxi, and I lowered my eyes and pushed the bicycle to blend into the vast flow of people.

From the Friendship Hotel to Panjiayuan and here, my physical strength has been exhausted.

I don't have the energy to reproduce the high-speed computing power of Pan Jiayuan, so I can only touch one stall after another.

After walking less than twenty meters, I met the old talent Ding Miao and collided head-on.

When he saw me at first glance, Lao Xiucai turned around and ran away without saying a word.

If it weren't for the invigilator and supervisor around, I would have to look good.

Three meters further, I saw a group of people standing behind the stall again.

Nanshu Huang Shengyang, Pansong Liu Yuxi, Dahuangyuan Jiacheng.

The three *** are wearing cycling clothes, with long down jackets on the outside.

A conclusion can be drawn from their calm expressions and the few pockets they clutch.

Full of catches!

It's just that the position of the *** stand is very weird, and when they are chatting, their eyes will inadvertently sweep in the same direction.

There is no doubt that the *** is also guarding one thing.

This thing is absolutely a high commodity related to everyone's fate.

And it's also the top of the high-end goods!

In the next second, Yuan Jiacheng saw me first, and immediately touched Huang Shengyang with his foot.

Huang Shengyang glanced at me casually, and when he saw my embarrassed appearance, there was a trace of doubt in the eyes of the fire wheel, but then he showed a touch of mockery, and his right hand lightly put on his lower abdomen, throwing out a series of sign words.

"444, you don't even let go of the chicken kennel and dog kennel?"

I coldly replied with a murderous and arsonist look. Huang Shengyang's face showed contempt, picked up a scarf to cover his handsome face, and threw out his hand with his right hand: "Buy some steamed buns and go back to your chicken coop." There's nothing to do with you here."

"The whole big willow tree is just two good things. It's none of yours."

I didn't have the mood and strength to play sign language with Huang Shengyang, and my eyes fell on the stall on the left.

At first glance, I saw something.

It was within easy reach of the stall owner's right-hand side.

The old birds who have practiced stalls and traveled through ghost markets know that stall owners like to put the most valuable objects in the nearest place.

Seeing that object, I finally understood the meaning of Huang Shengyang's words.

This is a sweet white glazed monk's hat pot!

The monk's hat pot is Shenzhou porcelain

One of the most special and alternative porcelains in history.

His instrument is shaped with a round neck, a bulging belly, and a circled foot, with a crank between the mouth and the shoulders as a handle, and a flow opposite the handle.

The most special thing is her top cover.

Like a six-petaled monk's hat!

The height of this monk's hat pot is less than a foot, and although it looks a little strange at first glance, it does not affect her extraordinary charm in the slightest.

Even if this thing is placed on the messy stall, even in this noisy ghost market, even if the dim and chaotic lights are scattered, it can't hide her style and light.

That feeling is like Princess Wencheng in Tang Dynasty costumes standing quietly in a group of savages, which is extraordinary.

In fact, in my eyes, this sweet white glazed monk's hat pot is like the holy mountain of Kailash, standing tall in the vast mountains, proud of the sky.

From three meters away, I could clearly feel the super shock brought to me by this pot.

There is also a circle of light shining on the body of the pot, just like the midsummer sun I saw when I first climbed out of the cliff cave of the Golden River.

Dazzling.

Beautiful!

How could this thing be here?

Could it be the ecstasy array deliberately laid by the competition committee?

Or is it an ultra-luxurious gift prepared by other units for their own players?

Or ......

"Yongle. Kiln. Sweet white glaze."

"Monk's hat pot!"

"There are only four of them left in the world."

Silently uttering these words in my heart, I walked straight to the stall.

Smack!

The spring of the 28 bar bracket burst out with a thunderous sound.

In an instant, countless hot eyes shot from all directions, and they all hit my body.

Yongle official kiln monk's hat pot, that is a proper first-class national treasure has to run.

In this way, with their eyes closed, they are all top national treasures that start from five million, and it is impossible for them to appear in this ghost market on the winter solstice for no reason.

According to the probability calculation, in the current environment of China's national collection, this probability is infinitely close to zero.

Either the competition committee cheats, or other units cheat.

However, the truth gave me a severe blow.

When I swept through all the utensils on the stall and looked at the stall owner, I was slapped in the face by my own reasoning.

This monk's hat pot, the stall owner didn't know that he was Yongle's.

Because, the stall owner is a second-way dealer who has been in the field for a long time.

A second-tier dealer like him has one of the most fatal flaws.

That's experience and eyesight.

No matter how hard he works, without the guidance of famous teachers, his experience and vision will never improve.