It’s a pity that such a big fish didn’t go to its stall, and the money was wasted.
After calming down, it looked at the old woman counting the ghost money strangely, and grinned, "Business is good?"
"Not bad. I just made some money from selling a broken bowl, and then I sold a pair of pendants... I should have made about 4,000 ghost money."
"hehe……"
The big man sneered strangely, a hint of arrogance appearing on his face. "Selling good things doesn't count as making a profit... Just like I just used a piece of torn yellow paper to cheat a living person out of 500 ghost money!"
"Torn yellow paper?"
Upon hearing this, the old woman stopped counting the ghost money in a strange way, raised her head, and her expression was stunned and dull.
His voice was filled with disbelief, and he trembled as he asked, "Isn't that tattered yellow paper of yours wrinkled... and the person who bought it was an old man in plain clothes?"
"That's right."
The big man nodded strangely, and asked curiously, "Could it be that he came here again and was killed by you?"
"I didn't kill him."
When talking about this matter, the old woman felt weird and even gnashed with hatred.
It cost him two thousand ghost money to get the pair of pendants, but the old man actually bid two thousand five hundred, which was close to the reserve price, and he made almost no ghost money.
It can be said that all the hard work has been in vain.
But compared to myself, there is another weird person who is even more miserable.
"He just... changed hands on the yellow paper..."
The old woman's eyes were filled with sympathy as she looked at the big man strangely, "He sold 50,000 ghost money. The appearance of the ghost card is to take the ghost money and give it to him."
As soon as the words fell, the big man was strangely stunned, like a wooden sculpture, without any expression.
Then, a ghostly cry, extremely shrill, echoed in the dark market.
"God damn it, it's so weird and it's a scam!"
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