The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

This will accompany Zhang Nan into the other eight people on Witch Street. Even if they are not the folks from China, they are also core security personnel who are basically proficient in Mandarin Chinese, such as Andre.

Can't help but explode, the boss speaks Mandarin, this country's curse in Mandarin is still quite vigorous!

Of course, it would be more perfect if you add the food of the beast, "Lying grass", without it, I have to say that it is a bit regretful...

It's a pity that everyone didn't respond to the boss's profound and incisive use of Chinese at this time!

No way, even if Alyosha, Lin Ming, etc. are from Huaxia, I haven't heard of those internet ideas about alpaca at this meeting. I just thought it was the boss's feelings.

Besides, the bodyguards are always watching and listening to all directions, and don't pay attention to what the boss says.

But even those who heard something with their ears just thought that the boss made sense, this place is really fucking!

The shopkeepers’ dome hats, fancy colorful gowns, and witch faces like withered tree bark are evil enough.

Coupled with the strange products all over the street, if it weren't for the city center in broad daylight, where people came and went, the wind and wind would be the truth.

In this horrible place, I don’t know if it is white magic, black magic, or South American indigenous witchcraft. Anyway, it cannot be the Hogwarts magic invented by the boss and the British female writer dug up from the cafe.

That’s right, the poor single mom in Manchester was found by Star Columbia Pictures a few years ago. It didn’t even take a lot of effort. Someone went to all the cafes in Manchester and found it easily. The woman who is always rubbing the heater in the cafe and writing.

They were given a job as an office clerk with a good salary, and the staff sent there told the man a magical story that the boss had personally told, and "Harry Potter" became a co-author of the two.

In the end, Zhang Nan was not embarrassed to make a strange woman impoverished, but he did not want the subordinate film company to bother negotiating and arguing with a woman for copyright issues. In the end, that was it.

The boss is omnipotent. Knowing a few magical stories is nothing. It is said that many of the stories told to children seem to be his original stuff. Being a great writer is normal in the eyes of people around him.

After I arrived in La Paz, I just settled down and didn't go anywhere else. I went to the witch market first. In the eyes of the bodyguards, the boss probably needs some inspiration to conceive a new plot.

Brain supplement, it's terrible!

Zhang Nan actually doesn't have the thoughts of the bodyguards, but if you really want to find some inspiration, it is not necessarily that the latter parts of "Harry Potter" will be turned into a dark story by him!

It doesn’t work if it’s not dark, and it looks like him here-Mom is too evil!

A bunch of amulets with weird shapes and evil charms are nothing, and various medicinal meanings of unknown ingredients, even if various mascot sculptures of different shapes look like ancient Chinese tombs, this can still be regarded as a normal operation.

It’s accustomed to look at the dried alpaca corpses that are drifting in the wind, dried armadillos, dried frogs, dried toads, dried tortoises, and a lot of strange-looking insects, everything is dry!

The dried toads in other people's homes are deflated. The dried toads here are actually bulging, like a balloon that has been blown out. I don't know how to do it.

Forget about the toads, they are local characteristics. But you are a witch market. Whether it's true or not, you can have fun with magic and witchcraft, but what the **** is that a lot of sultry packaging patterns and eye-catching aphrodisiacs in the store?

Can't understand.

This place is weird. The more you look at the shopkeepers, the more they look like old witches, but the good mood is still there. Let Andre, who understands Spanish, ask, what are so many corpse alpacas?

I think it shouldn't be for fun, "Are you going to be a medicinal material?"

The Red Devil didn't mind asking such a strange question. He walked to the nearest store in two steps and took out a piece of local currency directly, and said to the owner of the store.

The residents of La Paz don't care what they are doing. Even the Indians almost use Spanish as a second language, so they are more proficient in business.

After asking for a short while, Andre quickly turned around and said to Zhang Nan: “Many of these things are used in local religious ceremonies. People here say that most people believe in Catholicism. In fact, almost everyone believes in traditional witchcraft.

Alpaca fetuses are essential for life here. Almost every private house in Bolivia has a burnt alpaca fetus buried in the foundation. People here believe that it will have the effect of warding off evil spirits and seeking blessings.

As soon as Zhang Nan heard it, his brain opened up and said: "Well, I know why Bolivia is not smaller than Peru, and the environment is similar, but why the number of alpacas is only a fraction of Peru!"

The sales of dry goods are large, and naturally there will not be more of them.

Of course, no one takes this seriously: it is said that many alpaca abortions and stillbirths occur every year, and the fetal carcasses of alpaca abandoned naturally in the wild are also common, ranging from just birth to a few weeks old.

In addition, sometimes the female alpaca slaughtered is already pregnant, leaving a lot of fetal corpses.

Hybrid organisms are inherited, and they are better for life than mules.

A little disappointed in this famous market, Zhang Nan didn't even have any interest in walking into any shop on this street.

Normal people shouldn't have much interest. There are rows of mummy hanging on the entrance doors of these shops, and they are unlucky!

Turn around and return to the corner, but in no hurry to get in the car and leave.

The hillside streets around here are also full of shops, which look much more pleasing to the eye than the Witch Street, at least there is no mess of all kinds of corpses to add to the mess.

I walked into a shop selling handicrafts at random, and I saw a couple of western couples choosing this special textile. When a few black suits came in, the couple leaned in the corner unconsciously.

Help dangerous elements at a glance!

Zhang Nan ignored the others, and took a look at the merchandise sold. They were basically Indian-style wool textiles, which was fancy and fancy.

It looks good at first glance, but after a closer look, the craftsmanship is almost rough, and I don’t even bother to know what kind of fur is used.

The more famous attractions, the lower the quality and the higher the price of the souvenirs sold. This rule seems to be almost universal in the world.

Zhang Nan is rich in money, but not stupid.

I leave now, and the shopkeepers who cannot see the age dare not come over to greet the business at this meeting!

Stop and go, there are souvenir shops selling silver sols from the second half of the 19th century. It was the currency here at that time, and it was in the previous life. It was commonly called "grass mud/Malaysia silver coins" on the ancient coin trading platform of China Online.

I bought a bargain as a souvenir. I didn't look at the price. I didn't need Zhang Nan to pay for it anyway.

Planning to go back to the hotel, this is really boring.

But there was a smell of barbecue in the air, and I wanted to take a look unconsciously.

A barbecue stall, the stall owner is busy, some locals are standing on the side to pay, and then can't wait to feast on it.

When Zhang Nan took a closer look, his throat swallowed unconsciously!

Not wanting to eat, but forcing the urge to vomit out of my throat!

"Is this a mouse?" followed the man next to him.

Alyosha, who was standing behind, responded: "It seems to be, but this tail should be cut."

Simple grill, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com wears wooden sticks on the top of the small animals with yellow and scorched faces. The mouths are wide open, revealing the tiny teeth inside!

The typical rodent shape is slightly larger than the mice that Zhang Nan is familiar with. Looking at the locals, they seem to eat quite well.

The owner of the stall was a middle-aged Indian, and when he saw a group of foreigners approaching him, he was bold enough to greet him in Spanish for a while.

Zhang Nan didn't have the time to pay attention to the stall owner, because Andre said to him: "This is a guinea pig. Some people keep it as a pet. People here have been using it as food, at least for thousands of years."

"gone!"

Zhang Nan didn't answer, feeling that all the mice on the grill were screaming, and turned around and left.

"unlucky!"

This is definitely the most failure of his experience in visiting foreign markets over the years!

South America, Andes, haha...ha!