The emaciated man was slightly stunned, as if he was trying to figure out Qi Xia's motives.

Qi Xia's two "Le" had been held in the air for a while, and he said a little impatiently, "What? I'll exchange two for you one and a half, how long do you have to think about it? ”

Thin men do have some difficulty.

After all, Qi Xia took out two identical fans, which didn't have any effect on his escape.

"You...... Can you change it? The emaciated man pointed to the "joy" on the ground and asked tentatively, "Is it okay to have a handful of "happy" and a "happy"?" ”

"Of course not." Qi Xia said without hesitation, "I have the final say on my business, whether you like it or not." ”

"Huh?"

Qi Xia knew that this man's character was very hesitant, and he wanted him to make a decision, and he definitely couldn't leave time to think.

"Don't change it, do you? That's it. Qi Xia nodded, and just as he was about to put the fan back, the emaciated man grabbed him.

The emaciated man had been in contact with Qi Xia once, so he naturally knew that he was a good character, so he could only make a decision quickly at this time.

"I'll change ...... I'll change ......"

With a hesitant expression, he took out another fan in his pocket and handed it to Qi Xia along with the broken fan in his hand.

Qi Xia didn't hesitate any longer and handed him two handfuls of "Le".

The emaciated man took the fan and nodded his head in thanks, then asked the crowd, "Is there anyone willing to exchange "fun" with me now?" Any fan will do. ”

"Hey!" Qi Xia immediately stopped him.

"Huh?"

"Get out of the way of business." Qi Xia waved his hand, "Don't be here with me." ”

"But, there are a lot of people here."

Qi Xia nodded and pulled out the sharp knife on the ground: "Understood, I'll send you away." ”

"Ah don't ......" The emaciated man was frightened, he knew that this man could talk to the "referee", and he must not be easy to mess with, so he immediately turned around and walked away.

Seeing him leave, Qi Xia also breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, none of the people here will exchange "fun" with that person, and sooner or later he will find out about this problem.

Seeing that the onlookers didn't speak again, Qi Xia put the broken fan in his pocket, and then picked up another one and looked at it.

Everyone was watching, but Qi Xia only opened the fan by a very small margin.

Before everyone could see it, Qi Xia immediately closed the fan.

Is it "luck"?

No, it's a ruse.

This is another "mourning".

In everyone's eyes, each fan is worth five "Dao", but in Qi Xia's eyes, it is different.

The broken fan in the hands of this emaciated man is the "anger" that is very lacking in the "market", and now the second fan is "mourning", he doesn't realize that he is a hidden rich man.

Now that two handfuls of "happiness" have been exchanged for one handful of "mourning" and one handful of "anger", it can only be said that it is a windfall from heaven.

This man's fan was exactly the same as Qi Xia expected, and the reason why he would be cheeky to come over to exchange was precisely because he would be able to go out immediately.

Therefore, the remaining fan in his hand is neither "happy" nor "happy", otherwise he would not be able to get out if he changed it.

Since he took out a handful of "anger" in exchange, his second handful could only be "mourning".

Qi Xia put the "mourning" in his pocket and put the broken fan on the ground.

When everyone saw Qi Xia posing out a broken fan, they all expressed their puzzlement.

"Young man, why did you put the broken fan down?" The aunt asked, "What is the word for that good fan just now?" You can show us. ”

"Yes, yes!" A few people chimed in.

"Am I obligated to show you?" Qi Xia said coldly, "Now it's just these two, it's up to you whether you want it or not." ”

Everyone looked down, one was a broken fan, and the other was "happy", and they hesitated.

Qi Xia didn't care, took out the chalk and added another sentence on the ground.

"Broken fans: two fans for one."

When everyone saw this line of words, they only felt that Qi Xia had gone crazy.

Who would exchange two fans for one? Isn't this the same as the sheep of the earth?

What's more, the sheep still has a good fan in his hand.

At this time, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Qi Xia took the opportunity to count the number of people in the venue.

There were only twenty-two people left, and I didn't expect ten people to escape during the period when I set up my stall.

Among them, Qi Xia helped a lot.

If there was no Qi Xia's stall, these people would have to wait another half an hour if they wanted to go out.

These people have consumed five "mourning", and now there are up to fifteen "mourning" left in the "market".

During the period when Qi Xia set up the stall, he received two handfuls of "mourning" from the "market", and these two "mourning" could not enter the market again when they entered his hands, so there were at most thirteen left.

Combined with the situation of the stall just now, the number of "mourning" is probably far less than thirteen, otherwise someone will definitely take out "mourning" to exchange for other fans.

After all, for everyone, escaping now is the best option.

Both Diyang and Qi Xia's fans need two fans to exchange, and there is no point in them continuing to wait.

But why didn't anyone escape?

Where are they stuck?

Qi Xia was not in a hurry at all, just sat in place and waited quietly.

I saw that the remaining twenty people in the venue began to talk to each other, but seeing that the team failed one by one, everyone seemed to feel that the situation was not good.

A leather-clothed man came to Qi Xia's side at this time, he looked down at Qi Xia's stall, and then asked, "Dude, what is the word for your broken fan?" ”

Qi Xia lowered his head and carefully opened the broken fan, which was a "rage" torn in half.

Seeing this, the leather-clad man raised his eyebrows, and then whispered, "Can I discuss it with you?" ”

"Oh?" Qi Xia looked at him, "What are you discussing?" ”

"I'll trade two fans for you, but when the game is over, you will return five of them to me."

Qi Xia touched his chin slightly, he felt that this proposal was not very difficult to accept, and this was also a mode of cooperation.

"Two questions." Qi Xia said, "First, it's obviously two fans, why don't you exchange them with the ground sheep?" ”

"Because he will never give me back the Word." The leather-clad man said, "And I feel that you have played a little trick in this game, and you should need a fan more at this time, rather than "Dao", so I want to cooperate with you." ”

After hearing this, Qi Xia nodded, and then asked, "Then how can you be sure that I will definitely give you the "Dao" after I go out?" ”

"Because my name is Song Qi." The man said.

"Song Qi?" Qi Xia had never heard of this name, "What's wrong with your name Song Qi?" ”

"I'm good enough to make a fair deal in the Dead Land."

Qi Xia knew that this sentence had two meanings, both a hint of threat and a hint of justice.

The man's tone was not like lying, and it was likely that he was a well-known figure in the "End Land", like Ringo.

"Okay, Song Qi, I promise you." Qi Xia said, "If you are not lying, then this 'anger' will be yours. ”

"It's refreshing." Song Qi nodded, and when he turned around and was about to take out the fan, he asked again, "Do you have any words you particularly want?" ”

"Of course." Qi Xia replied, "I want to mourn." ”