Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 122 Packaging
"What's the price of this snuff bottle?"

Liu Li picked up the enamel snuff bottle that almost fell off just now and asked.

The creases on the stall owner's face deepened, the kind that traps flies: "Take 5000."

Liu Li nodded and put it down.

Something is true.

The price is slightly high, but not exaggerated.

The market price is about 3~5000.

She then picked up a small plate and a small bowl from the late Qing Dynasty, and asked each of them.

Prices are in the thousands.

There are high and low, there are deceitful ones, and there are also low ones.

Liu Li immediately understood, and pondered in her heart:
"Most of the things in this booth are real, and those that are not real are just small things mixed in."

"This is a bit weird, the number of paths is weird."

As she thought about it, she quickly glanced at the old stall owner.

The old man's dress is similar to that of ordinary stall owners in the Jinshan Ghost Market, and he walks the honest and ignorant route. The difference is that the old man, whether it's the wrinkles on his face or under his fingernails, is full of stains that can't be washed. Go black.

Liu Li had a pretty good idea.

This old man, I can’t be called an honest person, he is no different from other stall owners at ordinary times. Yiwu or Jingdezheng put up some gadgets in the stalls. Last week, he dared to call Shang Zhou. century.

But I have been collecting things in the countryside, and I know a little bit about it.
Moreover, I don't know if it was his luck or Liu Li's luck, but he really just came back from collecting things.

They are all real guys.

Liu Li controlled herself, trying not to let her eyes fall on the lower right corner of the booth.

There, a pile of silver dollars and several pen holders were placed in a mess.

The pen holders are made of wood, bamboo, pottery, and porcelain, and they are piled up in a pile, full of tattered temperament.

From the beginning to the end, Liu Li just reached out to glance at the pile of pen holders when he just squatted down, and then he didn't look directly at them again.

It was just that one glance, a touch of emerald-like aura, like stubborn grass, growing into Liu Li's eyes.

"Good stuff."

"How do you get it?"

Liu Li pursed her lips indiscriminately, glanced at the phone screen, and the crouching dragons and phoenix chicks in the live broadcast room were still persuasively persuading her.

Got it!

Liu Li picked up a narrow bottle not far away, with smooth lines and a round bottom half, weighed it in his hand, and said to the live broadcast room:

"Family, let's do a prize quiz."

"Who can tell what bottle this is?"

"As long as someone can say it in 10 seconds, I will do a lottery for everyone."

Liu Li was holding the bottle in one hand while sweeping the stall with the other hand, saying, "The stall owner has good things here, although the expensive ones are not many, but most of them are genuine, and they give out benefits to everyone, and they usually hold them for fun. Nice game."

The muddy water in the live broadcast room is boiling if it is said to be boiling.

[The anchor actually gave benefits?Is it the kind of welfare code I thought? 】

[lsp is dead, is there a big one to answer, what kind of bottle is this? 】

[Wait, no one noticed?The anchor lady actually said that most of the things on the booth are true?There are honest people in the ghost city. 】

……

Liu Li wasn't in a hurry at all, and she wasn't worried that no one would answer.

This year's netizens don't look at the usual sand sculptures, but they are actually very smart.

She dared to bet the funeral shop that someone would definitely take a screenshot of Baidu's picture right now.

Can't cheat?

Liu Li expressed her absolute disbelief.

She was leisurely and leisurely, the stall owner in front of her, and the stall owner next to her who had been snickering and watching the fun couldn't sit still.

The old stall owner spoke first: "This beauty, are you live broadcasting?"

Liu Li nodded with a smile: "Yes, antique live broadcast, boss, this thing is quite real, and you are going to buy it to give benefits to fans, and I will give you a good price later."

The stall owner smiled so kindly, like an old grandma, and nodded quickly: "That must be."

"That...beautiful anchor, come and have a look at me too, my things are authentic."

"That's right, I think you were watching for a long time just now, did you notice what happened just now? It's more reliable to come to our fixed booths."

"I have some gadgets that I just received here. They are all from Ming and Qing Dynasties. They are the most suitable for lottery..."

"..."

In just a few seconds, three or five stall owners spoke in turn, and the face of the old stall owner who was smiling kindly just now turned green.

He didn't know what happened just now, so he said nervously: "Brothers, let's talk about the rules of Jinshan Ghost City."

Only then did the stall owners reluctantly stop talking. They just looked at Liu Li encouragingly, and almost stretched out their little claws from their eyes to grab the stupid and rich Liu Li to their stalls.

At this time, someone in the live broadcast room finally gave the correct answer:
[Isn't this a jade pot spring bottle]

Liu Li hurriedly said: "That's right, mouth curled, thin neck, round belly, round feet, typical jade pot spring bottle style."

She took advantage of the situation and introduced: "The style of the jade pot spring bottle is mainly from Song porcelain. Because of its beautiful shape, later generations continued to fire it, and it continued until the Republic of China and modern times. It is a typical utensil in the shape of Chinese porcelain."

The old stall owner almost hit the phone camera with a thumb:
"Expert, beauty."

Liu Li turned a blind eye to his hospitality, stretched out his hand to include the entire booth, and asked, "How much does it all add up to?"

Before the stall owner could open his mouth to quote a sky-high price with bright eyes, Liu Li added: "The boss can give you a real price. I want to draw a lottery for the fans, but I don't have to buy it from the boss."

"I think the boss is very honest, and there are a few items on it that are a bit pricey..."

Liu Lishou nodded at several items that cost several thousand, "The boss will give you a good price, and I'll pack it up and take it away."

The stall owner gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and stretched out his hands: "One hundred thousand!"

There was a clamor in the live broadcast room:

[Did he peek at the text message of the host lady? 】

[I cried to death, there is an anchor with a whole family of fans. 】

[Won't buy a bunch of junk. 】

[You want the love in front, don't give it to me. 】

【Doesn't any of you think it's wrong? 】

Reasonable words are drowned in the drum noise of "my, mine".

Liu Li shook her head and stretched out two fingers: "Twenty thousand."

"No, no, I lost it, 9, no less."

"Thirty thousand, is there more?"

"Give it up again, let it go again."

"The price is [-] yuan, there is really no more."

Liu Li made a gesture to get up, and the stall owner next door also stood up. The impatient look made the old stall owner snuff out the last bit of hesitation.

"make a deal!"

Liu Li waved her hand: "Wrap it up."

"Got it."

One wrapped the blue package and stuffed it into Liu Li's hands, and the other scanned the code to pay, all in one go.

The stall owner next to him sighed, regretting why such a fat sheep didn't fall into his stall.

At this time, Liu Li was carrying the burden, turned around and walked in the direction of "Shou Ping Zhai", and said as he walked:
"It's a prophecy, I really want to talk to Boss Gu again."

"We found a leak."

(End of this chapter)