Super Golden Eye

"Boss, do you sell this bronze mirror?"

The stall in front of Fang Yang is very small, with scattered objects on one rag, pots and pans, and a ball called Cuju in ancient times...not so much that this stall is selling The antiques place is better to say that it is a stall that sells housewares, especially second-hand.

The stall owner was about the same age as Fang Yang, but the clothes were patched all over, with a rag turban, and the sticky hair scattered on both sides, the dark skin became a bit old.

Fang Yang has attracted most people's attention since he walked into Shilipu. The slow steps and sharp eyes, in the eyes of many old stall owners, are the aura that only connoisseurs can have.

Just as they were thinking about which treasure to bring out to win Fang Yang's attention, Fang Yang stopped at the corner of the corner. Looking at the stall, many old stall owners showed contemptuous expressions.

"I thought he had a kind of insight. What's so good about Wang Wanzi's booth is a pile of broken copper and iron."

"Hey, Lao Zhou, you can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour. Who was so eager to get out of the family?"

"Old money, don't scold you as a bitch, what do you think I don't know?"

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Because Fang Yang stopped, many stall owners beat their chests and their feet, at the same time Fang Yang lost interest and continued to shout and sell to the past, which was very lively.

The stall owner, called Wang Wanzi, was sitting cross-legged on the ground before Fang Yang came, picking his feet. When the ridicule fell around, he looked at Fang Yang with his straight eyes and asked, "You want to buy this bronze mirror? Do you have money?"

As soon as Wang Wanzi's words fell, the stall owners who were close to him showed contempt one by one, thinking in their hearts whether Wang Wanzi hadn't opened for too long, and even forgot how to greet people?

When asked by Wang Weizi, Fang Yang raised his eyebrows, smiled, and said, "You just make a price, and if I find it suitable, I will buy it."

Wang Wanzi smashed his lips and said, "I won't open more, you give one hundred thousand, and take this bronze mirror away."

"One hundred thousand? Wang Weizi, are you crazy about money? Just like this, you want to make one hundred thousand?"

"Brother, I have a better-made and older bronze mirror here. I only need 20,000!"

"I said, brother, do you like that style? If it is, it will be easy. I know someone who touches gold. As long as I tell him the style of this bronze mirror, he can go down and get you ten or eight. , I don’t count you too much, don’t you think 10,000 yuan? It’s okay if it’s less than 8,000 yuan!"

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The stall owners around Wang Wanzi saw Fang Yang really thinking about it, and they surrounded them one by one, either saying that they were in stock, or that they could adjust the goods.

Fang Yang ignored them. Walking from the streets of Shilipu to the end of the street, the stalls along the way are all deceptive things, most of them don’t have the slightest aura. It’s a bit of aura to die, but for Fang Yang today, it’s really useless. .

It is said that the half of the low-grade spirit stone that Wang Qiang gave him that night was not enough for Fang Yang's training needs for one night. It is reasonable to say that a middle-grade spirit stone can train a profound-level master, and the aura of the lower-grade spirit stone should not be so unusable after conversion. In the end, Fang Yang could only remember it on the head of Golden Eye, which consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

Wang Wanzi's booth is relatively inconspicuous, not to mention the pots and pans, not to mention the slightest aura, just to say that the appearance is also disgusting. However, on the side of the bronze mirror hidden between the old pots and pans, the spiritual energy contained in it is no less than a low-grade spiritual stone.

This piece of low-grade spirit stone is more than 100,000!

After Fang Yang showed his intention, he hesitated again, and his purpose was naturally to bargain.

"One hundred thousand yuan is too expensive. I can only pay fifty thousand yuan for this bronze mirror."

Rao Fang Yang cut half of the price, 50,000 yuan is also the highest price for a broken bronze mirror. Everyone looked like they couldn't believe it, and Wang Weizi wanted to jump up and make a final decision.

The price of 100,000 yuan was originally screamed by Wang Wanzi, and his creed of setting up a stall is: You can't meet two fools without pretending to be unpredictable.

Fang Yang's appearance was the second fool in his eyes.

However, just when Wang Weizi couldn't bear to make a decision, a discordant voice rang.

"How can 50,000 yuan be enough for good things? I will spend 100,000 yuan. Is the vendor willing to sell?"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone was upset.

In the past, there are not so many takers. Why do you come here today? This Wang Weizi is lucky too! Many stall owners gathered around, cursing Wang Wanzi's luck secretly in their hearts, and at the same time wondering if there would be a bidding situation because of this person's appearance.

The visitor was a big bald head, propped on the stomach of the general, wearing fashionable black-rimmed glasses, a white suit inside, and an irritating pink shirt.

This person Fang Yang knew, he was the owner of the casino in Baipu Nightclub, and Fang Yang got more than two billion from him.

The old acquaintances would inevitably greet each other for a while, but Fang Yang's heart was naturally unhappy when something he was fancying was crossed. The casino owner greeted Fang Yang with a smile, and said, "Mr. Fang, let's meet again."

Fang Yang glanced at the casino owner and smiled faintly: "Since you have taken a fancy to this thing, I don't want it."

After speaking, Fang Yang turned around directly, not even thinking about fighting.

Seeing Fang Yang was about to leave, the casino owner suddenly became anxious, winked at his men behind him, followed Fang Yang, and said, "Mr. Fang, wait, wait..."

Hearing this, Fang Yang turned around, curled his eyebrows to look at the casino owner, and asked, "What else is there?"

The casino owner came to Fang Yang. Xu has been pampering him for many years. The speed of this mere few steps made him breathless. After a while, he said: "Mr. Fang, what are you going to do in such a hurry? I didn't give it to you."

"Meeting ceremony?" Fang Yang raised his brows, and immediately saw the casino owner's subordinates taking the bronze mirror from Wang Weizi's hand and walking over.

The casino owner took the bronze mirror from his subordinates, put his hands in front of Fang Yang, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fang, my subordinates did not know Taishan the last time I came to the casino, and they were offended. This bronze mirror is both a tribute and an apologize. It's a meeting ceremony, we will be friends in the future."

Fang Yang looked at the casino owner, suddenly laughed, and asked, "Friend?"

The casino owner nodded heavily, and handed the bronze mirror in front of Fang Yang, and said, "If Mr. Fang can still think of me, take this bronze mirror. If you have anything to do in Donghai City in the future, just ask me. I dare not talk about covering up the sky with one hand. I can help with some trivial things."

What is rhythm?

Many stall owners watched the casino owner spend 100,000 yuan on a broken bronze mirror, and then gave it to Fang Yang. Are they taking off their pants and farting? They can buy it for fifty thousand yuan!

Fang Yang was silent for a long time, and suddenly reached out his hand to take the bronze mirror, and rubbed it in his hand, and then said: "Sure! Then I will make you a friend."