"Here."
Ling Shiyang hurried over and reached out to take the painting, but when his fingers were about to touch the rolled-up painting, the boss blocked his hand with a fan.
"Why?"
Ling Shiyang didn't understand. Aren't things in the dark street freely traded? If you dare to buy, I dare to sell.
But why is he being blocked now?
"Feel sorry."
The boss put the painting away, then took out a red string and tied it to the scroll.
The rule of the dark street is that anything with a red line must be sold.
Unless the owner does not want it, the deposit will not be refunded and it can only be sold again.
"Sold?"
Ling Shiyang frowned, "How could it be sold? It hasn't been sold for ten years."
"Aren't there two people who want to buy it today?"
The value of something does not lie in how long it gathers dust, but in whether it meets its true owner.
The boss placed the painting in a cabinet on the side and returned it to the inn after the secret street tour was over.
"Excuse me, could you tell me who bought me? I'm willing to pay double the price."
Ling Shiyang asked this, but in fact, he had said these words to his boss. As long as the boss was willing, he could sell the painting to him. As for the person who bought it, he could also find countless reasons to put it off.
"When doing business on the dark streets, honesty is always the best practice."
The boss sat there, unmoved at all. Not to mention doubling the amount, even if it was ten times or a hundred times, it would be the same. The reason why the dark street has existed for more than a thousand years is because it has its own strict rules.
If anyone sells the same item twice, the punishment is permanent expulsion from the dark street.
So, he could only say sorry to him.
"You can go look at other things. My other paintings are not bad either. Why bother with just one painting?"
Seeing that the boss was a little stubborn, Ling Shiyang's face looked not very good at this time.
"Then please tell me, who bought this painting?"
As long as he knew the person, he would get the painting back from that person no matter what method he used.
"The dark streets never ask about one's identity. You have money, I have goods, that's all. Of course, we won't easily reveal the information of our customers."
Just then someone else walked in, and the boss stopped greeting Ling Shiyang.
This person is a bit impetuous and cruel. Although the dark street is not picky about its owner, he still doesn't like to get along with this person for a long time.
Ling Shiyang's narrowed eyes also showed some sharpness. However, when he turned around, he saw Xu Jiagua's face had lost some color, and smiled.
"It's okay, let's go somewhere else and take a look."
He knew that he could not get any useful knowledge from the boss, so he would think of other ways to find that person eventually, and he was determined to get the painting.
I don’t know why he is so persistent, but there is no way he won’t get something he has been obsessed with for three years.
Liu Liang had no idea that just buying a painting would cause such a big uproar.
At this time, she had already visited the third store.
Every store had a dazzling array of things, and no matter what they were, Liu Jing couldn't stop herself from buying them. Of course, now she also knew what it meant to spend money like water.
As long as you like it, you just need to pay a deposit of 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, and then someone will deliver it to the inn, which saves a lot of effort.
Fortunately, she had a lot of cash on her. She was afraid that she would not have enough to spend, so she brought a total of about five million in cash, which was now all kept in the ring.
She bought a few nice paintings and calligraphy, as well as some small items. Of course, she also bought a lot of big items.
She only found out about this when she bought these things.
Of course, it also allowed her, a newbie who had just arrived at the dark street, to learn a lot of the written or unwritten rules of the dark street.
There's no surveillance in the dark streets, and they won't ask you where your money comes from or how you took your items. They're just responsible for selling, and you're responsible for paying. In the dark streets, there are many people hiding in the shadows. They are the dark street's protectors, or security guards. They are responsible for the safety of the dark streets, and of course, they are also responsible for your safety. In the dark streets, you don't have to worry about anything. Even if you're a murderer, you can still be protected in the dark streets.
That's why Liu Liang dared to buy these big items.
She visited hundreds of shops one by one. Of course, it was at this time that she realized the fun of shopping and did not feel tired.
Compared to clothes and other things that modern girls like the most, Liu Jing prefers these heavy things.
She went from one store to another, buying one item at a time. In the end, she had even forgotten what she bought. As long as the ring could hold it, she had no desire to stop stuffing things into it. Of course, her speed and physical fitness were very important at this time. By four o'clock in the morning, she had visited almost all the hundreds of stores here.
Liu Liang originally wanted to go into another store, but she met a man and a woman coming towards her. She quickly dodged and hid aside. After the man and woman walked into the store, she came out again and turned around to go to another store.
Xu Jiajia and that man.
Liu Liang curled the corner of her mouth.
You are still as shameless as before. Good things always come to you, but bad things are always pushed onto others.
Of course, Liu Liang didn’t step forward and say to the man, “I am your savior.”
She doesn't need that lifesaver, and besides, she hates everyone who is with Xu Jiajia.
As for why she wanted to hide instead of confronting it head-on, this was a dark street that only came here once a year, sometimes once every few years. It was a rare opportunity, and she didn't know if there would be such a good opportunity next year. Moreover, after that, the dark street disappeared inexplicably. Perhaps this was her only chance to buy things here.
She would never give such precious time to Xu Jiajia, she didn't deserve it.
He glanced at his wrist.
It was 4:15. The dark street started at midnight and ended at 6:00. There were less than two hours left, so she had to move faster. She hadn't visited the small stalls outside yet.
An hour later, she returned home with a bunch of things in her arms. The items sold on the stalls were all small items, which she put in her backpack and also held one or two in her arms.
Most of the items in the store are of high quality and are quite old. Of course, the degree of cherishment is proportional to the price, and the future price will naturally be the same, as long as you can be sure that what you buy is genuine.
Of course, the service in the store is even better. They will deliver the goods directly to your door without any effort.
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