He stretched out five fingers and looked like he was in pain. If you didn't know, you would think it was all thanks to him.
"Five hundred taels?"
Fortunately, Zhao Xin didn't ask this question. The answer was almost on the verge of coming out, but the stall owner replied with a painful tone.
"Fifty. I heard this item is extremely hard to find and is priceless. In order to quickly exchange it for money, they had to settle for this Sifang Tong Ding Jin Yu Lan."
"Fifty, and still coveting this thing is real. Is this person stupid or am I stupid..."
You want the real thing for fifty taels? You are dreaming. If you say that the stall owner is a profiteer, you should say that he doesn't understand the market price and buys things randomly.
"I'll tell you the truth now. This thing is fake. I have the real one, but it's a very expensive reward. Not to mention fifty, I wouldn't even exchange it for a mansion in the capital."
You can tell how valuable this thing is just by listening.
He's quite generous, selling it for fifty taels. How heartless must he be to sell it for such a ridiculous price of fifty taels?
"Fake?"
"Fake."
Zhao Xin nodded. At this moment, he felt like he had become the anti-counterfeiting master of the entire ghost market. Of course, he had only been fighting against counterfeit goods in that one store from the beginning to the end. There was no way he could prevent the owner of that stall from being a mercenary.
It makes people want to attack him.
Just when he was squatting nearby, this guy kept saying this name and tricked several people away. They were all very happy and thought they had picked up something good.
"So let's go to the next one."
Zhao Xin walked slowly past the stall owner, looked at the things of the next stall owner, picked up something and found that the craftsmanship of the thing was quite good, but it looked like a carving. If you call it a handicraft, it is indeed similar. If you sell this thing as an antique, it will be a disaster.
It's only a few years old. How can you say it's from ancient times without thinking there's something wrong with it?
"This thing is from ancient times. I heard that it was a rare treasure that was dug out from among the burial objects in a tomb robbed by someone with great difficulty. See? It's a valuable item for burying an emperor."
Zhao Xin shuddered and shook his shoulders.
My goodness, when I die, I’m afraid that someone will dig up my grave?
Tomb robbers are so hateful. With their ability to dig graves, I'm afraid they will dig up all the graves in a while. In the end, there will be nothing left.
"What's the matter? Are you planning to dig up a grave?"
The man looked at the cowering Zhao Xin and asked casually.
"If you really want to do this, you can't do it this way. If you want to do it, just say it directly. I heard that the gang over there is in need of smart people like this. I think you can make money if you go there."
Come on.
Judging from the fact that the items this person received were all imitations, I'm afraid he wasn't really digging a grave.
It was only at the end that I came up with something to fool some idiots.
Well, some of them were directly fooled, and the other part saw through it but kept silent, for example, there was a little old man next to him who looked shifty and clever. There was a lamp next to him, and he had set up a small shed that looked quite attractive.
And what is placed here is Go.
"Forget it, forget it. I'll go inside and take a look."
Zhao Xin then walked slowly inside and ended up next to the old man. It was obvious that the old man was not interested in the things on the stall next to him.
He was playing chess with others enthusiastically.
As for the visitor, he just pointed to the back and let him take a look. However, if he asked any questions, the old man could answer them very quickly, with a speed comparable to that of Usain Bolt.
And his answers were steady, accurate and sharp, as if he had been specially trained.
That’s why old ginger is called old ginger. Old ginger is still spicy.
Old oil stick——
"This thing, old man, is this thing authentic?"
When this question was asked, if it was from other places, they would just smile and then show a perfect smile to say the most official words.
"Really? The stuff you brought is really real. I heard it was passed down from somewhere. I heard it was obtained from somewhere before, blah blah..."
But this old man is different.
"Really? Who would give you a real set in this ghost market? You have to find it yourself. I've lived for so many years and still don't know what's real and what's fake. It's really a complicated mixture of truth and falsehood here."
The old man just smiled.
This is a ghost market, who can guarantee you quality, quantity and price?
Then Zhao Xin was also curious, so he looked inside and asked the old man.
"Why is this place called Ghost Market?"
That's quite a compliment.
"As the name suggests, it's late at night. Besides, it's convenient to sell anything at this time of night. You can't even recognize who's across from you at night. Setting up a stall so early in the morning is really embarrassing for me."
?
Wouldn't it be embarrassing for you to set up a stall at night?
"Although setting up a stall at night is a bit annoying, at least no one will recognize me. Isn't it nice to just set up the stall here slowly from beginning to end?"
You are not just setting up a stall, you are also playing chess.
"Back then, there were a bunch of second-generation rich kids selling things here late at night. It was really the glory of the ghost market. The things they sold were more or less real, and they were all cheap guys who stole things from their homes to sell. After selling them, they took them away to enjoy themselves, which just added to the ghost market's glory and added a mysterious atmosphere."
Of course they are not cheap items, each one of them is a precious thing.
I want to see it but I can't find it.
There used to be someone selling herbal medicine here, but maybe because he didn't know much about the business, he sold them very cheaply. It seemed like everyone who came to him before bought them out.
I heard that someone is planning to bring some herbs to sell in the next few days. I don’t know who he is, but the herbs he sells are very cheap and genuine.
Genuine goods are very popular here, and the ghost market is a mixture of real and fake goods.
Of course, there are all kinds of things for sale. As long as you have some spare money to come here late at night to shop, you can get anything you want.
"That's quite nice, selling things and playing chess at the same time. But when you play chess, don't you notice that the candlelight next to you is hitting your face, which really affects your chess game?"
You were just saying that you were afraid of being recognized by others, but with the way you appear, who wouldn’t recognize you?
"The main purpose is to find some friends to chat with in this ghost market. There aren't many people here, and even if there are, they are all going for the treasures. I just want to see if there is anyone willing to play a game of chess with me."
"Are you interested, young man?"
"Hey, I'm afraid you're not an ordinary person."
No way, it can be noticed even if it is packaged so tightly?
The servant looked at it with suspicion.
Does this uncle have special abilities or something? How can he tell who is inside even though it’s so tight?
My goodness, could it be that the imperial aura is contagious?
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