God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 6 New Arrival?
Xu Jingxing doesn't pursue any creativity now, he can find some traditional themes at his fingertips, and he can cut them with a little thought. In many cases, even the process of drawing is omitted, and he cuts the knife while composing the picture, and the final waxing process is also concentrated at the end. In this way, on average, it takes him less than an hour to create a piece of work.

Of course, the main reason is that most of his works are relatively small.

The leftovers are all corners, and only small objects can be produced. If you want to make large objects, you have to buy large materials, but now he can’t afford to buy large materials that have been processed, so he can only make small ones. object.

After dawn, he ate something indiscriminately, brought breakfast to his sister, and continued to work when he came back, until it was dark at night.

In less than 48 hours, he managed to produce 35 gadgets. Although they were not big, they looked really exquisite. The theme and shape of none of them were repeated, and each had its own characteristics.

This is the advantage of pure handmade products, and it is also the main reason why people are willing to spend hundreds of dollars on such a gadget.

Having not slept for such a long time, Xu Jingxing stumbled when he was walking, but he still insisted on getting things ready for his first stall tomorrow.

Two days on the weekend, the antique market opens. Once the weekend is over, the next market will not open until the next week. Xu Jingxing can't wait to exchange his works for his sister's life-saving money, and also wants to see if he can do it this way It makes sense, if he has been busy for so long and wasted so much thought but can't make any money, then he should stop working around and don't want any face, he should ask for help, sell his kidneys and sell his kidneys, and make plans early .

Early the next morning, before dawn, he got up in a hurry, and drove to Changle Road Antique Market in a tricycle with freshly baked wood carvings.

Changle Road Antique Market is the largest, most famous and profound antique market in the island city and even in the peninsula area. It has become the city card of the island city. There are endless tourists coming and going every day, and it is even more crowded on weekends. One after another, it was very lively.

Xu Jingxing had gone shopping a few times before, but he just watched the fun and didn't pay too much attention to it, because he didn't foresee that he would be reduced to the situation of setting up a street stall here.

When he arrived, many vendors had already set up their positions, and some customers were even strolling around.When he entered, he was stopped by a man in security uniform, "Twenty."

"Ah? What?" Xu Jingxing was taken aback.

"Management fee." The man in uniform was also cold, and then laughed, "You just started?"

Xu Jingxing nodded.

"You have to pay management fees when you just enter the industry. Everyone is the same."

Xu Jingxing really didn't know that there was a management fee for setting up a street stall, but he didn't say much, it was only 20 yuan, and he could still afford it.

Seeing that he was happy, the man in uniform was completely different from the usual street vendors, so he couldn't help but whispered: "Don't go too far in, it's better near the entrance, although it's not the place with the most crowds, but the exposure is very high." It's guaranteed, no matter who comes in or goes out, they can see your stall, which is perfect for newcomers who just entered the industry," said without any trace, pointing to an open space not far away.

Xu Jingxing blinked, and after thinking about the truth, he quickly thanked him, then pushed the tricycle and ran over to occupy the place, and then spread out the booth, sat straight behind the booth, staring at everyone passing by without blinking. Personally, I hope they stop, if only to look.

There are a lot of pedestrians, but few stay. Most of them just walk over without even looking at his booth. Occasionally, someone glances at him but does not show any intention of stopping. This makes him quite disturbed. Could it be that his work is actually so unbearable?You can't sell any of them, can you?
As the sky gradually brightened, the people in the market gradually became denser. The open space on both sides of the market was occupied by densely packed stalls, and there were bustling customers inside. According to the jargon, these customers were also called players.

It's just that the situation on Xu Jingxing's side still hasn't improved. There are more people, and there are more people to see, but almost no one stays, most of them pass by with a glance.

The stall owners who buy antiques around him are not much better, but there are always people squatting in front of their stalls, whether to buy or not is the same thing, at least there are patrons, and there is a possibility of a deal if there are patrons. People patronize, what are you talking about making money?
He also wanted to imitate other stall owners by yelling loudly to attract customers, but Zhang Zhang didn't yell out anything. He used to think that he was quite slick, but here, his mind was blank, as if he had lost his mind in an instant. ability to speak.

This situation made him extremely anxious. When he saw a middle-aged man selling antiques in the next booth selling a small bowl for 600 yuan, he was sweating profusely but didn't know what to do.

Could it be that his entrepreneurial journey was so prematurely aborted?

Could it be that there is really no way to save my sister by myself?
At this moment, the antique stall owner next door asked with a smile, "Young man, are you new here?"

"Huh? Ah," Xu Jingxing nodded hastily.

"Hey, just look at it," the middle-aged man took out his pockets with a smile, but his eyes were on Xu Jingxing.

Although Xu Jingxing didn't know the rules, he still had a way of dealing with people. His eyes were clever, and when he saw the middle-aged man's expression, he quickly took out a specially prepared cloud and sent one to the other party. He kindly lit it, and then tentatively said hopefully : "Then uncle, can you give me some pointers?"

The middle-aged man smiled, and looked Xu Jingxing up and down, "Young man is not bad, so let me just say a few words." After taking a few puffs of cigarettes, he pointed to Xu Jingxing's pile of carvings and commented : "It can be seen that the workmanship is very good, is it you who carved it?"

Xu Jingxing was so happy when his work was recognized, he nodded quickly, "I sculpted all of them myself."

"Hehe, it's good, it's just too new."

"Too new?" Xu Jingxing was stunned. What he was selling was handmade artworks, not antiques. Isn't the newer the better?

"Don't you understand?" The middle-aged man glanced at Xu Jingxing proudly.

Seeing this posture, Xu Jingxing saw that there was no reason why he didn't understand. He gritted his teeth, lit another cigarette, and then stuffed the rest into the middle-aged man's hand, "Uncle, what's your surname?"

"Hey, don't call me uncle, I'm Lao Yang." Lao Yang was very satisfied with Xu Jingxing's attitude, put the cigarette in his pocket and asked, "What place is this?"

"Antique market," Xu Jingxing felt a little puzzled.

"Then who are the people here?" Lao Yang continued to ask.

Hearing this question, Xu Jingxing realized something, but he still couldn't help but shook his head, "Who is it?"

(End of this chapter)