019 A gigolo who eats gigolo meals

Chapter 19

Feng Ming knew that Bai Qiaomo's golden finger might be hidden among a few inconspicuous stones, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see the difference. He thought to himself that the treatment of the protagonist and the non-protagonist was indeed different, and the golden finger had to be delivered to the protagonist.

Feng Ming pretended to be disgusted: "These things don't look like treasures, why don't we go to the next stall to have a look."

The stall owner got anxious when he heard it, and immediately lowered the price: "Don't worry, young master, all these things only cost ten Yuanjing in total, and by the way, I can also give you a free item." As

the stall owner said this, he took out a black flat stone from under the stone pad.

Feng Ming clearly saw a smile flash across Bai Qiaomo's eyes, and he wanted to slap himself on the forehead. It turned out that his eyesight was not that bad. The things on the surface were not real. The stall owner really used them as stone blocks.

If it were someone else, how could they find bargains on Taobao? The protagonist's luck was indeed extraordinary.

Feng Ming was half-believing and half-doubting, and said impatiently with a look of not lacking money: "Okay, Yang Xin, pay the Yuanjing."

"Okay, young master." The follower Yang Xin was responsible for paying the bill, counted out ten Yuanjing, and received a bunch of miscellaneous items.

Feng Ming turned around and stuffed the packed sundries into Bai Qiaomo's arms: "Since you picked them, I'll give them all to you."

Bai Qiaomo's eyes flashed with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that I'll really miss out?"

Feng Ming said generously: "Don't worry, is there any difference between you and me?"

Bai Qiaomo's smile deepened. Of course, he is now a gift to Feng Ming. The two are husband and wife, and they are one.

Bai Qiaomo smiled and replied: "Okay, there is no difference."

"That's right, let's go, let's continue shopping, tell me if you like anything."

Feng Ming dragged Bai Qiaomo and continued to walk forward. The stall owner curled his lips behind them, secretly thinking that one was a fool and the other was a gigolo.

At the end, he felt a little sour. Actually, if possible, he also wanted to be a gigolo, and then the other party would generously wave his hand to let him buy everything he wanted.

Unfortunately, he could only think about it. Looking at his old-fashioned face, who would be interested in him unless he was blind?

He didn't know that he had just missed a precious treasure. The treasure had been in his hands for several years, but unfortunately he didn't find it. Isn't that blind?

About five minutes later, Su Aotian, no, Su Wenfan finally found the target object and stopped in front of this stall. He carefully compared it with the description in the novel and became more and more certain that it was this stall.

Then, he looked under the stall owner's butt, which made the stall owner move his butt uncomfortably. Could anyone really be interested in his old-fashioned face? But he didn't feel happy at all.

"Hey, kid, what are you looking at?"

Su Wenfan looked around but didn't find a black flat object, so he got anxious: "Is there a black stone under the stone bench under your butt?"

The stall owner blinked. Yes, it has been there for a long time. How did this kid know? "Why are you asking this? I just gave it away."

No! Su Wenfan almost screamed. In the novel, the stall owner was selling items to the male protagonist. Seeing that the man didn't want to, he gave the black flat stone to the male protagonist as a gift.

The stall owner just gave it away. Could it be that the male protagonist was given it as a gift? Otherwise, how could others have the same treatment as the male protagonist?

Su Wenfeng became even more anxious: "Did you give it away? To whom? Tell me quickly, how long has it been?"

The stall owner felt something was wrong. Shit, could it be that the thing was really a treasure and someone had missed it?

But it was clearly given away by him personally, not someone else's favorite. But now this kid's attitude was too weird, which made him suspicious.

"Boy, why are you in such a hurry? The two people who just came, one is a young master from a wealthy family, and the other is a gigolo, and they brought a lot of guards. Boy, do you want to snatch it from others?"

Su Wenfeng wanted to get up and chase after them when he heard it, but the stall owner hurriedly grabbed him: "You haven't told me yet, what is the name of that thing."

Su Wenfeng was too lazy to talk to the stall owner, so he waved him away: "I'll tell you..." "You, you are not destined to get rich! You will be a low-level nobody

for your whole life!" The stall owner was very annoyed, but he still refused to let the boy go. Who asked him to curse him? "You kid, make your words clear!"

Su Wenfan couldn't get rid of him. Who asked him to curse him? "You kid, make your words clear!" Su Wenfan couldn't get rid of him. Who asked him to curse him? He was too weak and didn't have good manners. He was held by the stall owner. He could only stand on tiptoe and look forward to see if there was a group of people like the one described by the stall owner.

It seemed that there was, he saw it, but the more anxious he was, the more the stall owner would not let him go. Even if the black stone was a treasure, he couldn't let the boy get it just because he cursed him. He would not let him be a low-level nobody like himself.

There was a lot of movement behind him. Feng Ming, who was walking in front and continued to visit the stalls, looked back.

Bai Qiaomo told him that there are many disputes in such markets, because some people are looking for treasures, while others are cheating. It is estimated that his cheating was discovered.

Feng Ming shook his head. After walking all the way here, he found that he really had no luck in picking up bargains, so he simply gave up shopping and left from the other end of this street. When

Su Wenfan finally got rid of the stall owner and chased him out, he didn't find a group of people who matched the stall owner's description on the whole street. At this time, Feng Ming and Bai Qiaomo had returned to the town entrance, got on the carriage, and set off back to the city.

On the way back, Bai Qiaomo was playing with the black flat stone. Feng Ming also went over to study it for a while, but got nothing. It turned out that he was not destined to be the protagonist.

"What level of treasure is this? Do you want to swear to own it by dripping blood?"