Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 116

116 chapter

"Find leaks? Just those broken books? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"I also don't think it's possible. Those books have just been photographed. If the quality is good, it is still possible to sell them for 80 yuan on Confucius or Pinduoduo. So broken..."

"Someone must be talking about thread-bound books. I just took a screenshot and looked at it. The characters are ugly to death. It is definitely not a rare and out-of-print book. I bet my calligraphy teacher's ten-year anger!"

"Could it be the rags?"

"Is the person talking about the torn clothes a joke? It can't be worn by Lord Qianlong, right? The anchor hasn't even touched it. How does she know if those clothes are leaking?"

"..."

In the barrage, at first Liu Li wondered if he had missed the sentence, but was instantly submerged in the analysis of the whole piece.

Don't say it's someone else,

Even Liu Li thought it made sense after reading it.

in case……

She has no flirtatious words.

Looking down at this moment, Liu Li could clearly see a wisp of white air continuously escaping from her arms.

on the stall,
The old man was still sighing, and he seemed tasteless after smoking the pipe: "It's not enough to pay for running errands, so it's a good start."

"uncle……"

Liu Li said speechlessly: "Can you put the corners of your mouth back before you say this, I'm already giggling."

"Nonsense." The old man kept a straight face, never admitting it, and at the same time said vigilantly: "Money and goods are cleared, no refunds or exchanges."

Liu Li couldn't help grinding it.

... I can't stand your acting like you're so good at taking advantage of it.

She rolled her eyes and said with a sweet smile: "Master, I'll find someone to appraise it right away. If I find something wrong, I'll come back and thank you."

The old man responded with an expression of "I've been trained to never laugh", and said, "Okay, I'm waiting for you."

Liu Li smiled, tore his clothes and wrapped his books, got up and left.

In the studio, the wind direction changed again.

Even if those intellectuals say it makes sense,
But Liu Li's fans were definitely not right.

Especially the last sentence that Liu Li dropped, the intention to slap her in the face was immediately caught by the fans...

"I dare to gamble with half a pack of spicy strips, Sister Liuli will definitely miss it, otherwise she wouldn't say that."

"Do you want to go back and show off after picking up the leak? People say?"

"I don't believe it intellectually, but emotionally, this puts me under Liuli."

"..."

While watching the barrage, Liu Li walked aimlessly around Jinshan Ghost Market.

Not far away, she stopped.

In front of you is a bundle of candied haws.

The one holding the bundle of candied haws was a little kid, only as tall as Liu Li's armpit.

"how much is it?"

"Twenty dollars."

As soon as the conversation between Liu Li and the little boy came out, the blind students in the barrage discovered Huadian...

"Liuli seems to have no money, right?"

"Didn't the screenshot come out just now? The balance is 0."

"That old man is so ruthless, he even left a bus fare, do you really want our sister Liuli to run back?"

"..."

The topic in the barrage was fast forwarding to crowdfunding to buy candied haws for Liu Li, but Liu Li agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll be right back."

Liu Li carried the book and walked to the stall next to her.

Before the stall owner could react, Liu Li had already untied the torn clothes that wrapped the torn books, shook them, and shook all the torn books on the booth.

"Ten bucks to take."

The stall owner flipped through the pages, and when he was about to speak, Liu Li snapped back and said, "In your stall, there are either copper or iron, porcelain or pottery, the variety is not complete, it seems amateurish.

It would be better to add these, 10 yuan, you can still lose money? "

The stall owner hesitated for a moment, and counted out ten yuan: "Deal!"

Liu Li happily took the ten yuan, replaced it with candied haws, and swallowed it with satisfaction on her face.

The fans who had crowdfunded to buy candied haws for her just now were all dumbfounded.

"Come and wake up Liuli Zizi personally."

"Yaoshou, I bought it for 100 yuan and sold it for 10 yuan, just for a bite of candied haws?"

"Liuli, are you sure you came here to pick up the leak, not the one who was picked up?"

"..."

Liu Li glanced over, took another bite of the candied haws, and boasted flatteringly: "This candied haws is pretty good, unlike many candied haws now that are cooked, and the inside is soft and rotten, this one is raw, which is great. , recommended."

In the barrage of "Gourmet store blogger Liuli sauce is online", Liu Li passed by a shop on the street and stopped under the signboard.

Jinshan Ghost City,

What is dazzling is the street lamp that illuminates everything as bright as day;
Coming and going, the lingering nostalgia is a stall everywhere...

But the most profitable is the store.

Whether it is people who have heard of the name of Jinshan Ghost City and come here to sell ancestral treasures;
Still picked up the missing lucky one at the booth,

In the end, you still have to choose a store to sell.

These shops, in the Jinshan ghost market, actually assumed the role of "brokers".

The shop that Liu Li walked into was nothing special, except that the words written on the antique signboard were quite incomprehensible - Shou Ping Zhai!

"That's it."

Before entering Shouping Zhai, Liu Li said to the phone camera: "Do you know why I chose this store? Because the name is well obtained."

"Shouping is one of the nine principles of Taoism. Simply put, it means avoiding greed!"

"In the antique market, what is more important than quitting greed? Not anymore."

Liu Li stepped over the threshold and walked in while interacting with the fans in the live broadcast room:

"What, you ask, what are the other eight guards?"

"You ask me, who do I ask? Where do I know where to go?"

Liu Li walked in with this live broadcast posture, and immediately attracted the attention of the boss of "Shou Ping Zhai".

It was a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a smile on his face, round glasses, and a romantic air of a sea wit in the Republic of China.

Simply put, it looks very much like Huang Lei's version of Xu Zhimo.

Seeing Liu Li stop interacting with fans to look over, "Xu Zhimo" chuckled, "It's okay, just take pictures and watch as you like."

Liu Li walked over with a smile, put the old clothes wrapped in the torn books on the counter, and said, "I'm here to sell things, the boss will take care of you."

"Hold on."

"Xu Zhimo" froze for a moment, adjusted his glasses, and began to look through the clothes without even frowning.

At this time, there was already a lot of praise in the live broadcast room, not for Liu Li, but for "Xu Zhimo".

"This boss can do it. I don't mind seeing someone coming to live broadcast. Throw the torn clothes and let him take it seriously. Good guy."

"Uncle, my dish!"

……

When "Xu Zhimo" was flipping through old clothes, Liu Li picked up a business card from the counter, looked at the word "Gu Xi" on it, and said with a smile, "So it's Boss Gu."

"Don't dare to be." Gu Xi raised her head from her old clothes, frowning, with a hesitant expression, first asked: "I don't know how to call it?"

"My surname is Liu. Boss Gu can call me Xiao Liu."

"Miss Liu." Gu Xi lifted the old clothes with her gloved hands and asked, "Is there something to say here?"

"Have!"

Liu Li was much simpler and rougher. He picked up the kind of knife on the counter that was used to open the express delivery, took the old clothes and stabbed them down, and then pulled them hard.

"Tear"

The old clothes that were about the same age as Grandpa Liu Li were split into two halves on the spot.

shake again,
A banknote with a base color of black flutters down like a butterfly that has only seen the sky for decades.

Gu Xi just glanced at it and blurted out:

"Da Hei Pick?"

(End of this chapter)