"That's a shame!" The white-bearded old man was a little regretful, and he didn't plan to force it, so he shook his head and left.

Peng Jinyuan on the side was a little dark-faced, he didn't expect that someone would spend 500,000 yuan on such a painting, and he actually missed this opportunity, not even as good as a young man's eyesight.

So Yin Yang said angrily, "Mr. Jiang is really big-hearted, he won't sell 500,000 yuan, if it were me, I would have made a move a long time ago." ”

"Because my fancy is not 500,000, but 550 million, so I won the competition with you just now." Jiang Ge smiled slightly.

"Hmph, the villain has a will!"

Peng Jinyuan was angry, snorted coldly and turned around and left, seemingly unwilling to stay any longer.

"Let's go, let's go look elsewhere!"

Jiang Ge didn't bother to pay attention to this guy, and took the little assistant to wander around other places again.

I have to say that this mutual market is more lively than the antique street, coupled with the flow of tourists caused by the prosperity here, but although there are many stalls, most of them are also some modern products, even some antiquities are of low value, he is too lazy to get his hands on it.

"A few gentlemen and young ladies, but you need to invite a Shenzhen Town house, these are all poor roads that have been opened, and they will definitely prosper when they are bought!"

When a few people passed by a stall, they met a middle-aged Taoist priest with a smile on his face, looking more like a businessman.

"Sir, come to me, don't listen to this bull-nosed old man, he will trick people, how can people who don't even have a Taoist certificate have the power to open the light."

"It's not as good as me, I'm a monk of the Thousand Buddha Temple, everything here is blessed by Buddhism, whether it is a Buddha pendant or a Buddhist scripture inscription, it is handed down from the authentic temple, just like this marriage wishing bag, you write your birthday in it, and then hang it on the marriage tree, absolutely find the person you want."

Without waiting for Jiang Ge and a few people to speak, a monk with a stall next to him spoke, and his words were very demeaning to the Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was instantly unhappy, and glared at the monk angrily, "You dead monk, every time you mess up my business, where did I offend you, although I am not a registered Taoist priest, but the ancestors of the three generations are all Taoists, these things are not better than those produced in your workshop?" ”

The Taoist priest's face was full of anger, both of them were stall owners who often set up stalls here, and they were also familiar with each other, but because he once witnessed the monk asking for too much and interjected, the monk held a grudge and drove away his customers every time.

However, Jiang Ge didn't care about the grievances between the two, he just looked at the things in the stalls of the two of them, and instantly knew who was real and who was fake.

He pointed to a whisk and asked, "How do you sell this?" ”

"The dust of the good rosewood handle, six thousand!" The middle-aged Taoist priest was a little overjoyed, thinking that business had come to the door.

"It's too expensive!"

Saying that, Jiang Ge shook his head, in fact, he was not interested in this whisk, although it was made of rosewood, and the velvet was also of high quality, but it was of limited use, and it was difficult to sell it.

What he really likes is a black brush, this brush is black all over, the workmanship is first-class, and the end of the pen is made with a good wolf's hair, according to him, this should be a master's work, some years.

"This pen is good, I happen to like calligraphy, but I don't know how much it costs?"

Liu Fei and others on the side are a little blindsided, their boss doesn't touch a pen once in ten days, let alone a brush, and he still likes calligraphy?

"Mr. has a good eye, speaking of which, this brush used to be used by my grandfather to draw talismans, and it is still as bright as new after decades of painting, I will clean you and take it out for sale, if you really like it, I will give you 3,000 yuan to take away, after all, it is an ancestral item."

The middle-aged Taoist priest was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Jiang Ge to fall in love with a brush without looking at anything, and he hated this pen himself.

"Okay, I want it!" Jiang Ge nodded and didn't bargain, it happened that there was cash in his wallet, so he took out the money directly to pay the bill.

"By the way, this futon is not bad, and if it is put under the body when practicing calligraphy, how much is it, it shouldn't be expensive, right?"

After putting away the brush, Jiang Ge looked at the booth with a futon that could not be eaten early.

In fact, that was his purpose this time.

He had just seen it through the red pupil, this futon was just an ordinary cushion on the surface, but in fact, there was plenty of time to breath, and there seemed to be a book hidden in the middle, but he didn't know what the book was.

But it must be precious to be able to hide it in this way.

"You also want the futon, since this is the case, I will charge you 600 yuan, this is a good pine velvet, soft and comfortable, it is indeed a good thing."

Now, the middle-aged Taoist priest is even happier, this futon is the most ordinary in this shipment, and it has been placed in his meditation room for decades, and now it has been replaced with a new one, so it is naturally taken out and sold.

"Six hundred yuan for a futon is a bit expensive, I'll ask for five hundred."

Jiang Ge killed the price, and also took the opportunity to cover up his motives, don't let this Taoist priest see anything, otherwise he may not sell it.

"Five hundred, it's okay, if you sell things and have a fate, you should have a good fate."

The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't even think about agreeing directly, in his opinion, this futon could be sold for two hundred yuan and be content, but now it is actually sold for five hundred.

"Okay, Liu Fei pays the bill."

"I don't have enough cash, I'll use yours first."

Jiang Ge turned his head to look at Liu Fei and quietly threw the futon on Qin Zhan's hand.

"Oh, okay."

Liu Fei didn't think much about it, and directly took out her pink wallet to pay the bill, and was even proud that the boss was not polite to her.

"It's really a dirt bun, just buy a brush and a futon, I'm not better than a dead Taoist here?"

The monk at the stall next to him muttered, feeling that Jiang Ge was really unreasonable, but he also hurriedly solicited customers, "This gentleman, look at me, I also have futons and pens, no worse than the bull's nose, he sells you at a high price, and I only sell you half." ”

He pointed to his goods and began to sell them.

Jiang Ge shook his head, "No need, I've already bought everything I want to buy, and I can't put it down anymore." ”

When the monk heard this, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Customers walk slowly, welcome to come back next time."

The middle-aged Taoist priest was full of pride, and glared at the monk fiercely, his eyes full of showing off.

"Okay, I'll come back next time, you'll be there then, but I like things with historical value." Jiang Ge was also very satisfied, and also hoped to pick up other things from this Taoist priest's hands.

"Come, you have to come, you can rest assured that there are a lot of things left by the older generation in my family, since you like to bring more next time." The middle-aged Taoist priest was afraid of sending away customers, so he hurriedly assured that he felt that he had earned it today, and he actually had repeat customers.

"Okay, then I'll come back in half a month."

Jiang Ge nodded, the mutual market opens for half a month, and there are still quite a lot of opportunities, so there is no need to miss it.