When a few people came out of Juguzhai, it was already more than four o'clock in the morning, and the ghost market was about to stop in less than an hour.

Although it was not early, there were more people than just now, and many people gathered around various antique stalls, holding flashlights and watching carefully, like fireflies in the dark night sky.

Seeing that the time was about to be too late, Boss Feng couldn't help but feel a little anxious as he looked at the crowd waiting to pick up the leaks on the street.

"Boss Song, let's find another antique shop to see, there are too many people on this street."

Song Qingyun looked at the people on the street, and frowned slightly, there are not so many people in this ghost market on weekdays, and a blue glazed vat came out a few days ago, which obviously attracted a lot of people.

"No," Chen Yang pursed his lips and said with a smile, "We don't need to look carefully at every stall, just pay attention to the people who are gathered in front of the stalls, those with things in their hands!" ”

After Chen Yang finished speaking, Song Qingyun's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl, Chen Yang's method is high!

"Brother Chen, what do you mean by this?" Boss Feng obviously didn't understand what Chen Yang meant, Feng Yao and Fang Ziwei held their arms and looked at Chen Yang at the same time.

After Feng Yao helped auction the snuff bottle, Fang Ziwei, the girl, instantly became a gang with Feng Yao, and now the two of them look more like best friends, Chen Yang shook his head when he saw it, women are really strange animals.

"Boss Feng," Song Qingyun smiled beside him, "What Brother Chen means is that since they can hold things in their hands, they must be optimistic." We just have to pay attention to whether they are holding the real thing. ”

Boss Feng's mind lit up after hearing this, high! Although this method may miss the real treasures on the stall, the advantage is that it is fast, and it is obvious that there is not much time left for your group.

Even so, Chen Yang and the others walked around the ghost market for most of the time, but they didn't find anything good. Although there are a few that can catch the eye, Song Qingyun feels that it is not quite in line with Boss Feng's identity, and it is best to choose porcelain.

"How long is this going to be?" Feng Yao obviously didn't have much patience, pouted and said, "Dad, it's all your fault, you have to pull me over!" ”

"Didn't you say I couldn't buy the real thing!" Boss Feng looked at his daughter and said, "I also bet with me that if I buy the real thing, I don't need to buy you a drum kit." ”

"You didn't buy it yourself," Feng Yao pouted beside him and stretched out his hand to point at Chen Yang, "It's not your ability to find such a powerful helper!" The bet doesn't count, the drum kit must be bought for me! ”

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