The boss simply put down his hand and ignored Yang Jing.
Yang Jing also felt a little annoyed. You said you were just a stall owner, and when a customer asked about the price, it would have been fine if you didn't say anything, but you even played this guessing game!
Who the hell is willing to get up so early in the morning and play this guessing game with you!
Yang Jing felt a little angry and stood up, intending to ignore the silent boss.
When the stall owner saw that Yang Jing wanted to leave, he screamed "Ahh" twice and stretched out his two hands again, but one hand made a one and the other hand made a nine.
It would have been better if the boss didn't say "ah ah". When he opened his mouth, Yang Jing immediately saw that a large part of the stall owner's tongue was missing.
This horrifying look made Yang Jing shiver all over. He really didn't expect that the silent stall owner in front of him was actually a mute.
Seeing the boss's eager eyes, Yang Jing's heart softened. He squatted down again and asked in a low voice: "Do you mean that these eleven pieces of porcelain are worth a total of one hundred and ninety?"
This time Yang Jing guessed right. The boss smiled and nodded.
No wonder he was unhappy just now. He asked for 200 yuan for something and I gave him 20 yuan. Twenty was not enough, and he even asked for two yuan instead. It would be strange if he was happy.
Yang Jing said, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to want 200 yuan."
No one knew what happened to the boss's tongue, but a large piece of it was missing. Although he couldn't speak, he could hear, so he was not deaf-mute in the ordinary sense.
He waved his hands, pointed at his mouth, and waved his hands again. The meaning was very clear - it doesn't matter, I can't speak, and it doesn't matter if you guessed wrong.
If these eleven pieces of porcelain were sold for two hundred, it wouldn't be expensive. Although they were Japanese porcelain, even if they were folk kiln porcelain from the Guangxu period, eleven pieces would be about the same price in this era.
Yang Jing thought about it, then pretended to take money out of his bag, secretly opened the storage space, and took out twenty ten-yuan notes of the third set of national currency.
"Well, don't give me one hundred and ninety. As an apology, I'll give you two hundred. Count it."
The boss clasped his hands together and bowed to Yang Jing, then took the money with a smile and started counting.
After counting the money, the boss took out some old newspapers and a cardboard box and began to wrap the eleven pieces of porcelain. After wrapping them, he put them into the box one by one and then handed them to Yang Jing.
The cardboard box looked big, but it was not very heavy. After all, there were only eleven pieces of porcelain and some waste newspapers in it.
But it was not an easy task to carry a big cardboard box around the ghost market, so Yang Jing found a deserted place while it was still dark and threw the cardboard box directly into the storage space.
Clapping his hands, Yang Jing returned to the street and continued strolling.
However, in the following time, Yang Jing did not find anything that could attract him. Except for the mute stall owner he had just met, most of the stalls here were selling old books.
However, even among the old books, there are not many good rare books. Instead, there are more books from the Republic of China or even just after the liberation. Of course, there are also some fakes among them.
Compared to the ghost market at Panjiayuan, the ghost market at Chaotian Palace really disappointed Yang Jing.
In fact, it is no wonder that this situation has occurred here. Just like Panjiayuan in Yanjing, there were all kinds of things in the early ghost market, so Panjiayuan was able to develop into the largest second-hand goods market in the country. In the late 1980s, a nationally famous second-hand book market was formed around Chaotian Palace. Although it is only the early 1980s, the prototype of the second-hand book market has already been established, so it is not surprising that the ghost market is dominated by second-hand books.
Walking along Chaotiangong West Street from the south end to the north end, the sky was getting brighter and some stalls were about to pack up and leave. Yang Jing didn't find any good items. He was thinking about the Japanese porcelain he had just collected and didn't want to go shopping anymore, so he decided to find a place where there was no one and go back to the original time and space.
As a result, when he was looking around for an empty place, his attention was attracted by a stall owner who was packing up his stall.
To be exact, what caught Yang Jing's attention was not the stall owner, but the scroll he was rolling up...
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