Then, Peng Yuhua heard a sinister laugh coming from the other end of the phone.
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After leaving the Ling family, Mo Laishi stretched lazily with a fried dough stick in his mouth.
Where should I go next?
It is impossible to go back to Yunfeng Mountain. I have finally made it down the mountain, but my master is not around. How can I be worthy of myself if I don’t have some fun?
Besides, the task assigned by the master has not been completed yet, how can I go back like this?
That’s right, I stayed here to fulfill my master’s orders, definitely not for fun.
Morais praised his own wit.
But now there is a very serious problem.
Morais frowned as he looked at the 1,000 yuan he had just taken out of his pocket.
With this little money, I can't even stay in a nice hotel, let alone the food and drink expenses later.
Mo Laishi is a Taoist monk, so he basically doesn't save money.
Spend as much as you can, and be as casual as you want.
However, Morais was not afraid of starving to death. With his skills and the things in his cloth bag, it was very easy for him to exchange them for some money.
But he doesn't want to be too high-profile unless necessary.
"Forget it, let's go make some money first. I heard that there are a lot of delicious food in Shancheng. I want to eat enough this time." Thinking of this, Mo Laishi grinned and went in one direction.
West Market Antique Street.
This is a famous antique street in Shancheng. Many tourists come here specifically when visiting Shancheng, but locals rarely visit here.
Because anyone who knows a little bit about the business knows that most of the things here are fakes. They may be able to fool outsiders, but the locals will never be fooled.
But nothing is absolute in this world. Occasionally, one or two rare treasures will appear in the Xishi Antique Street, so over the years, this place has not only not declined, but has become more and more prosperous.
Everyone wants to come and take advantage of the opportunity and realize the dream of getting rich overnight.
But the probability is not much different from buying a lottery ticket.
Morais was wandering around here bored, carrying a cloth bag on his back and one hand in his trouser pocket.
The sounds of hawking along the street were endless, and from time to time someone would shout:
"The Jade Seal of Qin Shi Huang is an absolutely rare treasure. If you don't buy it, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
"Buy one, get one free on this wine jug used by the poet Li Bai. Don't miss it if you're passing by."
"The Jiangnan Leather Factory went bankrupt, and the owner ran away with his sister-in-law. This is a piece of Tang Sancai pottery that we found under their bed. It's absolutely authentic."
Morais' eyes swept over those things, and his smile never relaxed.
He looked down on these things, and the stall owners also looked down on him.
Often when Morais passed by their stall, the stall owner, who was originally smiling, would frown and wave at him as if to shoo away a fly.
It's nothing, it's just that Mo Laishi's outfit doesn't look like someone who can afford it.
It would be more convincing to say that he was a ragpicker.
"Come and have a look! Here I have a chamber pot used by Emperor Taizong of Tang, a broadsword used by Zhu Yuanzhang, and a jade wrench used by Empress Dowager Cixi. If you miss this opportunity, you will never see it again. Chinese people don't cheat Chinese people."
Not far away, a stall owner in his thirties with a pointed face and monkey-like appearance was shouting hard, but few passers-by stopped to buy his wares.
His name is Xu Laosan, and he has been setting up a stall in Xishi Antique Street for many years.
Other stall owners would at most cheat those uninformed tourists, but this guy was so good that he even cheated the locals, so Xu Laosan had a very bad reputation in Xishi Antique Street.
In addition, he has a good relationship with the local ruffians. Even if the customers find out that they have been cheated and go to him to argue, he will often hire people to beat them back.
This also caused his stall to become the least popular place in the entire West Market Antique Street.
Morais happened to pass by here and his eyes swept over the things on the ground. One of the items caught his attention.
"Haha, it seems that today's trip was not in vain." Mo Laishi laughed in his heart.
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