World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 3 I deposit a finger

Maybe my eyes were too sharp.

Master Scar's body obviously tilted back involuntarily, but soon he adjusted and snorted coldly: "If you want to drive, drive it, if you don't drive it, get out! Don't delay my business!"

"I asked what did you just say?"

"What?! I said you are a stupid dog who ate fresh shit, don't you agree?!"

Hearing the words, the beautiful stall owner turned her head and frowned with displeasure, and said, "Uncle Wang, don't talk nonsense! Handsome guy, do you want to continue driving?"

I said, "Shall we play bigger?"

"How do you want to play?" the beauty stall owner asked jokingly with her mouth raised.

I pointed to the polished scarred master next to me, and asked, "Can you be his master?"

Hearing the words, the beautiful stall owner was stunned for a moment, then nodded again: "Yes!"

I said: "Add more bets. If there is another red one, I will pay 1 yuan for one, and let him give me another one seriously, okay?"

As soon as this word comes out.

Master Scarface jumped up from the booth in an instant, and picked up my collar with his iron-like palms.

His palms were full of calluses, and the back of his palms were bulging.

This is the hand of a person who has practiced Kungfu.

The scar-faced master's eyes were wide open, and there was a murderous look that was rarely seen in the eyes of ordinary people, and his face was ferocious: "Are you here to mess things up?!"

Seeing this, the people who bought bodhi on the spot stepped back in fright and watched the excitement from a distance.

There is no unified appraisal standard for antiques.

Standing in the rivers and lakes depends entirely on face and brand names.

But any insider regards these two things as the life and death of a person.

They know how to probe and are insiders.

What I said just now made it clear that I wanted to press those two things on the ground and rub them crazily.

Master Scarface was completely enraged.

Thinking about it now, I was too young and energetic at the time, and regarded the pain of the past as an insurmountable gap.

The pretty stall owner's originally friendly face immediately sank.

She raised her hand to stop the scar-faced master who was polishing first, looked at me several times, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Then what do you add?"

I stretched out my hand: "If there are other colors, I will deposit a finger!"

Around 2000, due to the influence of young and Dangerous movies in Hong Kong, social security was not very good, which was even more prominent in the antique industry.

But no matter how bad the law and order was, they certainly couldn't cut off my finger on the spot.

The so-called deposit means that you are willing to bet and admit defeat, which is equivalent to signing a contract, and your fingers can come and take it at any time.

I'm not afraid of you running away.

In the ends of the earth, as long as you are alive, your finger will always be the dealer's.

As soon as these words came out, the beautiful stall owner's eyes were like autumn water, and the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, full of pity, contempt and provocation.

This reminds me of Sister Jiu'er.

Whenever I made a mistake in my practice, she often used this kind of mocking look.

"Have you really figured it out?" asked the beautiful stall owner.

This is the final confirmation of the bet.

Her tone of voice showed the superiority and grandeur of adults over playful children.

It is equivalent to telling you that my sister is not as knowledgeable as you. If you go back, there is still time.

I nodded.

The beauty stall owner was obviously a little angry, she turned her head and motioned to the two polishing masters: "Turn the goods around."

The two polishing masters snorted coldly when they heard this, and one of them pulled up a corner of the floor spread, shirtless, swung his extremely muscular arms, and began to turn the floor spread with a huff.

There are hundreds of bodhi seeds inside the spread, and only one of them is red, which they have made a tiny mark on before.

Transferring goods is to mess up and confuse hundreds of Bodhi seeds, and let me take them blindly. As long as the things are still inside, they are not considered a violation.

I smashed their faces and signs.

They're going to set my finger.

The people watching the scene suddenly became restless.

When it comes to stone gambling, this kind of huge gambling scenes can still be seen occasionally.After all, jade is more valuable.

The so-called one knife is poor, one knife is rich, one knife wears linen, and a big game can be gambled, which can guarantee a lifetime of food and clothing.

However, betting on wood and betting on strings, because the value of the subject matter is not great, it is impossible for such a gamble to occur.

Let them increase their knowledge today!
I concentrated and calmed down, leaving all the messy thoughts behind, with a calm expression, and my eyes were fixed on the bodhi seed with the tiny mark on the watch case.

The bodhi seed, among the hundreds of companions, is like a happy child, jumping and cheering, moving, dancing, rolling...

My eyes are like positioning and tracking instruments, and I feel that my eyes have gathered into a sharp light, like a magnet, firmly stuck to it.

In the end, the other bodhi seeds in my eyes have become extremely blurred and undetectable.

On the huge ground spread, it seems that it is the only one having fun alone.

The world is full of hustle and bustle.

Weier holds my heart in my eyes.

This feeling has occurred countless times when I practice eye skills to catch small seal characters.

just now.

Come again.

A few minutes later, the polisher stopped transferring the goods.

I found that because they turned too violently, the tiny mark on the red meat bodhi seed had been knocked off.

As such.

The people who set up the stall don't know which one is the red meat bodhi.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final result.

"Ready?" I asked.

Master Scarface replied, "Okay!"

With no distractions, I took two steps forward and was about to attach my lower body.

"Wait a minute!" The beauty stall owner suddenly raised her hand to stop it.

I said nothing and looked up at her.

The beauty stall owner said: "Handsome guy, I don't think you need to open it anymore. Let's stop here, don't be arrogant!"

From her eyes, I saw a trace of kindness shining.

She is sympathizing with me!
Although, I was going to smash her face and brand just now.

My heart moved slightly.

But Master Scar laughed and said: "Miss, the lesson is to let the fool grow up quickly, don't sympathize with him! Brat, let's see if you can still pick up fresh shit to eat!"

The beautiful stall owner frowned, turned around and scolded: "Uncle Wang!"

The ripples in my heart were once again extinguished by Master Ba's piss-like words.

"No regrets at the beginning!" I replied coldly.

Afterwards, I possessed myself and picked up the red meat Bodhi.

Seeing this, the two polishing masters grinned.

The beautiful stall owner frowned slightly and sighed softly.

Obviously.

They don't know that the tiny markings on the red meat Bodhi have been knocked off.

They also thought that I chose an ordinary white meat Bodhi.

Master Scar asked fiercely: "Do you want to change?!"

I replied: "Open!"

The polisher started whining.

Master Ba took the bodhi seed and began to rub it on the machine.

The case is flying, like rolling splashes of water.

The color of the pulp inside began to gradually appear...

(End of this chapter)