I, Hikigu, are contained by the evil god

The prime minister is the mantis who stretches his teeth and claws and thinks he is sure of winning, and the god is the fisherman who sits behind the scenes and reaps the fruits of victory.

Gee.

God, it's always like this.

One by one, the evil gods he met were all conspiratorial, all of them were very good at plotting and planning... Often, the self-righteous struggles of mortals would all become part of their plans in the end.

With a "click", Bi Qigu closed the book, raised his hand to support the sunglasses, stood up, and patted the sleeve of the windbreaker.

However, what does this reason have to do with him than Qigu?

He has already come to Iraq to erase the mark, so it is impossible to fall into the evil god by mistake again, right?

Even if there is, if the evil god is the oriole or even that child, then who is the cicada?Who is Praying Mantis?

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Bi Qigu continued to search for books, flipping through the books to read,

While shopping for books, the words of the stall owner and the stall owner next door entered his ears.

The Arabic language has a strong local dialect flavor, which made Biqigu spend a lot of time listening to it, so that he didn't even read the book in his hand, pricked up his ears, and flipped through the book calmly:

"A newcomer came to set up a stall at the east side of the morning market."

"Well, I haven't seen a new face for a long time. I heard that he is very strange. The prices he gives are seriously inconsistent with the order of our morning market."

"Why is it different?"

"I heard that it is true. They claim that the price depends entirely on their mood, but in fact every time the quotation is ridiculously high. So the business has never been closed."

"??? No price? Is this also called business?"

"Then who knows what people think."

"Are you a local? Doesn't this ruin the reputation of our morning market? When people say it, they don't know who he is, they just say that it is a certain stall of someone in our morning market, which will only ruin our popularity among passers-by. .”

"Judging from the accent and appearance, it should be a local. I don't know who it is."

"If it wasn't for the locals, I guess they would have been kicked out a long time ago. You don't know, back then I..."

"^..."

The discussion is almost over here, and then there are some meaningless complaints and bragging. Bi Qigu, who is squatting on the ground, withdraws his attention calmly, closes the book in his hand, and flips through the next book.

This overheard discussion led him to two conclusions:

——First, this group of Baghdadians in Iraq are very xenophobic. I don’t know whether it’s just these few people, or the people in the morning market, or even the whole Baghdad.

——Secondly, the man in their mouth is a strange person.

Doing business unscrupulously, depending on the mood for the price?It sounds a bit like "only passing on predestined people".

Hikigu even felt a bit like those slovenly and weird grandpas in the biographical stories who gave the protagonist a golden finger unconditionally after seeing the protagonist pleasing to the eye... although he also knew that this was an illusion.

To the east of the morning market... Hikigu silently remembered this direction in his heart.

After all, I have come here, and I plan to go for a stroll in a while, to see if there is any luck to bump into that strange person, and then to see if there is any eye that has caught someone's eyes, and what price can be given for things.

If you can meet "Iraq-style strange people and strange things", you will have the capital to chat and brag with people in the future, and the trip is not in vain.

——Of course, Bi Qigu knew it in his heart, he didn't have enough doubts, this might just be the other party's means and statement of maliciously driving up prices.

First use gimmicks to attract attention, and then use the saying "You are special, we have a destiny, I will sell this to you at a low price, don't tell others" after getting enough exposure and fame.

This approach is reasonable and very probable, Hikigu has seen through the truth.

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After a while, Bi Qigu closed the book, carried the bag of dates, followed the crowd, and gradually headed towards the east of the morning market.

But Qigu’s journey is not going straight to the east. His idea of ​​meeting strange people is completely resigned, and there is no need to force him, so he just walks and watches along the way, occasionally wandering around and looking around, and occasionally encounters interested people on the side of the road. The things stopped, squatting at the roadside stand and looking at the things with great interest.

There is a small flag of Iraq, there is a map of Arabian Iraq dripping oil gold necklace jewelry, and there is a silver 10000 bird commemorative coin of Iraqi merlin

Interestingly, there are also so-called "custom five-pointed star Five Army St. Michael US Iraq Gulf commemorative coins New Dawn commemorative coins" - the long name is really a mouthful, it seems that as long as it is called this, it can be sold at a higher price. .

There are also Iraqi banknotes, Iraqi war coins, and American gold coins as war souvenirs. For example, Biqigu took a fancy to a desert scorpion medal coin for free action, which looks simple and cool.

After some price haggling in Arabic, Biqigu bought it at half the listed price... Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with business, but bargaining is also fun.

There are also natural gray moonstone three-circle bracelets on the roadside stalls, labradorite bracelets with ice pure blue light bracelets, and various so-called crystal fashion accessories.

Bi Qigu knew it well, those so-called pure natural agates, so-called pure gemstones... Who would believe who is a fool, how much is the price of industrial products worth?

There are also some metal badges and national war commemorative badges. Biqigu fancy a paint enamel Iraqi military service badge,

"How much is this?"

With experience this time, Bi Qigu came up and directly cut it into one-tenth of the other party's offer, and then planned to talk slowly.

He didn't think about it, didn't wait for Bi Qigu to say a few words at all, the other party directly showed embarrassment, sighed and said: "Forget it, I think you are so sincere, let's just pay this price, it can be regarded as making friends."

... Hikigu was dumbfounded,

The item was sold at one-tenth of the quoted price, and Bi Qigu held the item in his hand, but felt that he was still at a loss.

Biqigu continued to walk eastward, and the streets were slowly dangling with various souvenirs and fragrant delicacies.

Biqigu also bought a 60mm transparent crystal pyramid, and a "Iraq mothership Abraham Lincoln (cvn-72) Bronze St. George Guardian Commemorative Coin".

…So is it true that all Iraqis are like this, not only have long names, but also surprisingly long names for things they buy and sell, do they think it’s cooler to name them this way?

Talking about it, Bi Qigu still honestly bought these things with stinky and long names for a fee, and packed them in a large paper bag specially requested.

In short, Biqigu spent a lot of money and bought a bunch of weird toys that looked fancy but were actually useless at all.

But who cares, isn't travel just spending money?Bi Qigu is not short of this little money now, just be happy.

...More importantly, thank you for the perfect business system in Iraq, or because the morning market has been open for a long time and the scale is large, so the system is perfect, and you can issue invoices for buying things.

It's not sure that an invoice will be issued, but if you want an invoice, the other party will issue it to you.

This is why Biqigu is willing to buy things.

Sakalski said before he came that Bi Qigu had to spend money for food, drink and entertainment at public expense.

He even saved money for the association. Hikigu Hachiman in the market this morning is a good bargainer.

——Hikigaya Hachiman's mood this morning is probably this slightly playful and cute, relaxed and sunny mood, which is completely different from Hikigaya's usual performance.

This is because after wandering around in the morning market, as the harvest in hand became heavier and heavier, the depressed mood was released.

Was this part of Sakalski's plan as well?The so-called public-funded tourism can not only wash away the real lucky marks on Hikigu’s body, but also wash away the pressure and restraints in Hikigu’s heart, so that the string that is so tight that it will break at any time can gradually relax and prolong life. Bar?

Killing two birds with one stone is amazing!

Sakaski is a good master, and he has done a lot for him... Biqigu knows all of these things in his heart. Although he doesn't tell Sakaski about every detail, he keeps them silently in his heart.

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Walking around, without deliberately looking for it, Biqigu really saw a special showdown.

It is special because there are so many stalls around, not to mention overcrowded, at least there is no shortage of customers.

Only this stall had no one around, like a plague god, no one went to look at things, and no one went to ask the price.

Hikigu thought to himself that he might have met that "strange man".

He just put the paper bag on the ground and squatted in front of a stall to buy olives.While picking olives, he casually asked the owner of the stall: "What's the matter with that stall? Why is there no one there?"

The shopkeeper took the question in confusion: "Which one are you talking about?"

"Which one else, that's the one!"

Hikigu pointed to the stall across the road with his olive finger.

The stall owner looked back, suddenly realized, and sneered: "That one is very strange!"

Bi Qigu almost knew it in his heart, but he still asked knowingly: "What's so strange?"

What the stall owner said was similar to what Bi Qigu heard before, except that what he said was more straightforward and less polite:

"This stall, I'm new here, the stall owner may have a problem with his mind." "There is no fixed price for buying things. They say it depends on the eye, and if you like it, what you want is a low price, and you can give it for free; it depends on you." It's not pleasing to the eye, if you want to buy it, the price is too high to scare you to death!"

Bi Qigu was overjoyed, carrying the plastic bag containing the olives, and picking up the paper bag on the ground filled with various gadgets: "Then I have to go and have a look, this is a strange man!"

"Ah?" The stall owner was surprised, "Are you still going shopping?"

"No, serious people, who would go to such a stall to buy things?" Hikigu shrugged, "I am going to see an expert!"

The stall owner suddenly realized, and immediately lost the idea of ​​dissuading him.

Look at an expert?This guest can talk!

It's said to be watching the master, but isn't it just watching the monkey?I understand everything.

"But..." the stall owner hesitated to speak.

Bi Qigu's heart skipped a beat, "But what?"

The stall owner reminded embarrassingly: "But you still have to settle the bill before going."

Bi Qigu hurriedly lowered his head to look at the bag in his hand and picked out the olives that hadn't been paid yet, and was very happy.

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Walking to the weird stall, Bi Qigu looked at the stall owner.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man with a typical Arabian appearance, wearing a hat, tall and thin, sitting on a small bench, in a daze of boredom.

Hikigu's figure appeared in front of the stall, covering the sun. The stall owner raised his head and his eyes lit up when he saw Hikigu.

It's hard to describe the look in the stall owner's eyes at this moment, Bi Qigu couldn't tell what kind of emotion was inside, anyway, it was such a shining look.

Hikigu didn't speak, and quietly looked at what was put on the red cloth spread on the ground.

There are scattered things on the red cloth, of all kinds, including brand-new cowhide books, Islamic amulets with Arabian style, and little golden pigs that symbolize wealth...

Hikigu smiled, knelt down and put down the paper bag and plastic bag containing olives, picked up an amulet and asked the stall owner:

"How much is this?"

Hikigu waited for the other party to give him a high number.

However, what Biqigu didn't expect was that the other party looked at Biqigu, and then at the Islamic amulet in Biqigu's hand, blinked his eyes, his shiny eyes looked thoughtful, and finally said:

"No money, I'll give it to you for free."

Bi Qigu was dumbfounded: "Ah? What? What did you say?"

"You heard me right, this one doesn't cost money!"

"No, this," Bi Qigu encountered something unexpected, felt that he couldn't understand, and blurted out the question: "Isn't everything you sell expensive?"

"Who did you hear that from?" The stall owner was very confused. "I sell things based on my mood. The price depends on my eyes. When did everything become expensive?"

Hikigu took off his sunglasses, and pointed to himself with the right hand holding the sunglasses: "You mean, you think I have a good eye?"

"Yes." The stall owner nodded earnestly compared to Qigu, "I think you are pleasing to the eye, as for why...don't ask, some things are mysterious and mysterious, and they are beyond words."

"Ah, here." Smacking his lower lip, Hikigu felt that this was really not like him.

Biqigu, who has been black-faced since his mother's womb until now, suddenly became the emperor of Europe without knowing it. This feeling makes Biqigu feel very subtle.

But no matter how you say it, it's always a good thing.

Then the stall owner kept recommending various things to Biqigu, and when Biqigu asked the price, he either offered a very low price for cabbage, or simply didn't want money.

In the end, half-push and half-spotted, Bi Qigu used the money he had bought for a cake from here in a daze, and bought assorted souvenirs and gadgets that looked good.

Bi Qigu was still thinking about how low the purchase cost of this store is, so that he dares to sell at this price so as not to lose money... Or maybe this is using him as a live advertisement, and he caught up?

In a daze, Hikigu left the booth swaggeringly, holding a paper bag and a plastic bag in one hand, and a bag containing five or six souvenirs in the other.

The stall owner just wanted to see a joke and kept looking this way, but now he was dumbfounded, "Ah this" non-stop.