Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

Chapter 505: You are a bit of a mastermind now.
Lin Yi winked at Qian Sheng.

He immediately came over.

"Look, this bookmark is interesting and unique."

Qian Sheng took the piece of armor, rubbed it for a moment, and nodded slightly to Lin Yi.

"Where did you buy this thing? Let's have some fun with it."

"Two days ago, there was a guy who set up a stall next to me, selling some small items. I gave him a piece of land. When I was closing the stall, I saw that the thing he had on the stall was very interesting, so I told him to buy it and use it as a bookmark. The guy just said Gave it to me."

"Then maybe it's just this one, we didn't catch up."

Qian Sheng, who was nearby, deliberately tried to trick him out of his mouth.

"Hey, it's quite a lot. I saw he had a bunch of clothes on his hands and wore them with a rope."

Hearing this, the two of them suddenly felt happy.

But he asked calmly:

"Did this person show up today?"

The boss stood up and looked towards the end of the ghost market.

"Our stall is full of carrots and pits. As a new guy, he can only sit in the back. If you don't go to the back and take a look, I think he will close the stall by now."

"Do you remember what that person looks like?"

"I can't remember exactly what he was wearing. I just remember that he was wearing a black hat with a brim."

After getting a clue, Lin Yi immediately said to Wang Qiang:

"Lao Wang, help Lulu get those books. The boss will calculate the price for us. We will go over and find the bookmark seller."

After saying that, he dragged Qian Sheng and walked towards the end of the street.

The time for the "ghost market" to end is getting closer and closer, and many vendors have begun to close their stalls, and those small vendors selling vegetables on tricycles have also come to "take over".

The two of them jogged all the way to the end of the street. Sure enough, there was a middle-aged man wearing a black peaked cap who was putting items on the sheets one by one into a handbag.

The items on the stall were very miscellaneous and messy. It looked like a grocery store. In an inconspicuous corner, there lay a series of dirty "General's Orders" quietly.

The two adjusted their breathing and approached quietly.

He knelt down and started picking at the pile of coins and bracelets.

"The stall will be closed soon. If you like anything, it will be cheaper for you."

The two of them picked up several items and inquired about their prices. Finally, they focused on the string of "General's Orders."

Lin Yi reached out and picked it up.

There are still six complete "General's Orders" left, and the armor pieces are complete, but the second half is missing.

As Qian Sheng said, the pangolin is covered with scales and has a black donkey's hoof wrapped around the back. It can be pushed open by pushing with your hands. The structure is a bit like the box that holds mints today, except that there are pills inside. have nothing left.

"Boss, what is this?"

The boss took a look and said casually:

"This is a good thing. It is not allowed to be sold now. You can't catch it in the drugstore. If someone at home has gout, take this back and grind it into powder, drink it with water, and it will be cured."

"Really, boss? I happen to have gout, and the pain can kill me. If this thing is really useful, I will wrap it up for you."

Lin Yi said, pulled out a cigarette and handed it over.

The boss happily took the cigarette lighter and took two matzas from the electric car and handed them to them.

"I collected these things from others. There are twelve in a bunch. I paid 5000 yuan for them. I won't make any money from you if I close the stall immediately. You pay 5000 yuan and take them all."

To be honest, 5000 yuan is not high.

But this is the point of picking up leaks. If you don’t know the goods, and I see the details of this thing, then let’s pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. Let’s leave the purchase and no one will regret it.However, this is the rule of the serious antique business.

In the "ghost market", a seller who is not very particular often appears.

He obviously didn't know the goods, so he offered a price. The buyer felt that I had missed out on this price, so he was ready to pay for the deal. When the seller saw this situation, he quit.

I felt that my price was too low, and if I wanted to raise the price, the other party would definitely not agree, so I simply broke the contract and stopped selling.

In the past, "ghost market" transactions were done by pulling the handle inside the sleeve and pulling the price. This kind of back-and-forth behavior was later dubbed the "spring hand."

But now, the price the boss offered was obviously treating Lin Yi and the two foreigners as "sticks".

If Qian Sheng and Lin Yi agree to the price now, the boss will just raise the price when he sees how valuable this thing is, and then use the "spring hand" to close the stall and leave without selling. They really have no tricks at all.

However, his "daoxing" was obviously playing tricks on Qian Sheng and Lin Yi.

It is most appropriate to leave this kind of business matter to Qian Sheng.

"Five thousand? I think it's better to forget it. It's almost time to go shopping. Let's not delay the boss closing the stall."

After saying that, Qian Sheng picked up Lin Yi and turned around to leave.

When the boss saw this, he crossed his stall and rushed out.

"Boss, two bosses, tell me, the amount of money is appropriate. In the business of closing the stall, you will win as long as you don't let me lose too much."

Qian Sheng glanced at Lin Yi with some embarrassment.

"What should we do? You're already here, how about we buy it back and try it?"

"Try? I don't have much cash in my pocket. Do you have any?"

The two of them only had more than 2000 yuan in their pockets.

Looking at this stack of red bills, the boss's eyes widened.

I dug this thing out of a pile of old furniture, and it cost almost nothing, so I generously gave one to the old bookstall owner as a bookmark.

As for whether these things are pangolin scales, he himself checked it on the Internet. He is not sure. Of course, he is not responsible for any problems caused by drinking.

"There are only so many. It's a bit far behind. I guess the boss won't be able to sell them."

"Take it away, it's not easy to do business now, if you give me money, sell it, if you give me money, sell it!"

The boss said and took the money directly, fearing that Qian Sheng would regret it.

He picked up the string of "General's Orders" on the ground and stuffed them into his hand.

"That is to say, the stall is closed. I will sell everything at a loss. I won't sell it even if it loses a penny in normal times."

The two said goodbye to the owner of the secondhand stall and returned along the same route. They called Wang Qiang and Bai Lu to leave the "ghost market" and return to the car. Lin Yi took out the general's order from his bag.

"Don't tell me, this thing feels kind to you when you hold it in your hand, or else it's the same as us."

Wang Qiang pushed the pangolin scales back and forth in his hand, rubbing them against the black donkey's hooves behind him, feeling like he was playing with a "magic tool to relieve stress."

"I don't know where this thing came from or how many people it passed through. Anyway, the first person had already dug out the filigree gold thread on it.

All that's left is this empty shell, just a thought. "

"It stands to reason that this kind of thing, just like our gold-touching talisman, is inherited. How could it be discovered by people in droves and still be preserved to this day?"

The three grown men were all immersed in the joy of picking up leaks just now.

Everyone was stunned by what Bai Lu said and didn't know how to answer.

"That seems to be the case. Aren't these things just like this golden talisman? One talisman is passed down to N generations. Are the walking talismans still there? Why do they appear in such large numbers? Are their descendants so rebellious? Is there any chance of eating royal food? Don’t even do it?”

"Eating royal food? To put it lightly, you have to live to eat it. However, this matter is indeed a bit strange. The organization 'General of the Wilderness' seems to have really disappeared since Emperor Xuanwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Could they be dismissed? Did you kill the donkey?"

(End of this chapter)