Lin Qiaoqiao felt that these people were really proactive.

Later, as I went deeper, I realized that they only dared to ask questions proactively because of things that could be put on the table.

It's like some people just squatting there, and no one knows what they are doing.

Qin Fang looked around and figured out who was selling things and who was buying things.

So when I turned the second time, I started chatting with a gray-haired old man.

"Do you want to collect ginseng?"

Mr. Bai said with a smile, "If you want to buy it, you have to look at its quality. How do you know I'm buying medicinal herbs?"

Qin Fang, "Because you have a medicinal scent, I know you are a herbalist."

Mr. Bai suddenly realized, "I've been here for a few days, and you're the only one saying this. How come your ginseng is of such good quality?"

Qin Fang pulled the old man to the corner, then took out the box from his bag. He took out the younger ginseng first, which could be seen clearly with the help of the flashlight.

"Not bad! But this ginseng is not too old, only about ten years old!" The old man felt it was a pity that he had finally come across a good piece of stuff, but it was not old enough.

"Some are very old." Qin Fang took out the innermost box, "This ginseng is about 50 years old. If you want it, give me a fair price!"

Mr. Bai didn't expect to have an unexpected gain. He saw that there was a box in his bag. "Did you bring three ginsengs today?"

"Well, I found it by chance in the mountains." Qin Fang noticed the bead necklace on the old man's wrist. It was not an ordinary item. It was worth several thousand yuan in that era.

After a few decades, the loss would be at least several million.

So this old man must be from a wealthy family. Even though he is dressed very ordinary, he is wearing a pair of cloth shoes.

Several people around had their eyes fixed on this place. They should be the bodyguards of this old man.

Anyone who can have a bodyguard in this era must be someone extraordinary.

If it was the 1990s, he might have known who this person was, but now he knew nothing about it. However, none of this mattered. He just wanted to sell the ginseng in his hand, and the other party's identity was not something he considered.

Mr. Bai has always wanted to find some precious medicinal herbs that are old enough to make some pills for himself. As he gets older, his health is getting worse and worse.

He wanted to see his grandchildren for a few more years. He had too many unfulfilled wishes, so he just wanted to live.

"Let's have a discussion and see how much it costs."

Mr. Bai took out the sleeve, put his hand in, and motioned him to put his hand in as well.

Qin Fang understood instantly and reached his hand in.

Lin Qiaoqiao felt that this transaction method seemed to have been seen in TV dramas, which was to prevent outsiders from knowing the price.

If several people want to buy the product at the same time, they can all propose their own reserve price, which is the so-called highest bidder wins.

After a conversation.

The old man was defeated and said, "Okay, I'll do as you said, 3,000!"

"Thank you, old man!" Qin Fang knew that the price of ginseng was not low. If it were not in Jinghai, but in an ordinary small county, it would probably only be sold for a few hundred yuan, at most 1,000 yuan.

"You are an interesting kid." Mr. Bai waved his hand behind him while speaking.

Immediately, a man in his 40s came forward and whispered something in his ear.

Soon the man left in a hurry, and when he came back, he had a stack of money in his hand.

Here, transactions involve exchanging money for goods. Once both parties reach an agreement, the deal is considered complete.

The three boxes were handed over to the old man, and Qin Fang got the money smoothly. He counted it and after making sure there was no mistake, he gave it to Lin Qiaoqiao.

After receiving the money, Lin Qiaoqiao counted it again. Having money feels good and solid, and it makes you feel especially safe.

Why is it that she, who is obsessed with money, has suffered from being poor?

When you only have one dollar left in your pocket and you don’t know where to eat tomorrow, then you will understand the importance of money.

Only after confirming that everything is correct do you put the money in your pocket.

Mr. Bai thought these two young people were cute.

“I hope we can have a chance to cooperate again next time.”

"Then it depends on fate!" Qin Fang didn't intend to get too involved with such a person.

After the ginseng was sold, they did not leave but instead went shopping in the black market.

There are no antiques for sale here, so there are no bargains to be found.

There were many ticket dealers, and they had talked to five or six of them along the way. After some discussion, they reached a deal with one of them.

I bought some grain, oil and cloth coupons and spent more than 100 yuan on them. It felt like the money was really wasted.

But you absolutely cannot endure the cold this winter.

Just as they were about to leave, a group of people suddenly came, all holding flashlights in their hands.

"Don't move, stay where you are, we have guns!"

"If anyone dares to move, this bullet will hit them!"

Qin Fang frowned and his first reaction was to hug Lin Qiaoqiao in his arms, then retreated to the corner.

Now is the time to get shot at the first bird to stick its head out. Let’s wait and see what happens.

I wondered if this group of people were here to rob me.

The people selling things here have all seen big scenes, so they are very obedient and don't resist.

A few people who came to buy things wanted to resist, but were beaten to the ground by those people. The scene looked very chaotic.

Lin Qiaoqiao involuntarily reached into her bag, where she kept a dagger that she could use for self-defense.

Of course the gun is more powerful than the dagger, but if you don’t fight, who knows who will win?

Mr. Bai, his butler, and several bodyguards were forced over.

Seeing the young man he had traded with before, he couldn't help but say, "It's more important to save your life later. No matter what the other party wants, just hand it over."

Qin Fang, "Who are these people?"

Mr. Bai, "Just some juniors!"

Soon, fifty or sixty people gathered around. They were all trapped here. The other side had guns, and none of them dared to act rashly.

Soon the leader of the group appeared, a man wearing black-framed glasses.

Qin Fang quickly replayed the events in his mind. It seemed that this group of people also came here to trade. They were carrying two large suitcases. What happened?

I only heard the lackey next to the man say, "Behave yourself, my master said that whoever took the gold just hand it over and we'll let it go!"

"Gold?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed, and then his head was pointed at him. The muzzle of the gun was particularly sharp and he didn't dare to say another word.

Master Fang was still very satisfied with his subordinates' ability to do their job. He thought that what was lost was the gold that had just been traded, and it disappeared right under his nose.

He was so frightened that he shuddered, thinking about the tens of thousands of dollars that would be wasted. He could only ask his men to control all the people. As long as they were not gone, they would definitely be found.