Reborn 1980, I amaze the world by picking up scraps

Seeing Yuanni dazed, Uncle Gu smiled and explained, "There are no ghosts in the ghost market. It's just trading early in the morning. If you want to see it, you have to go early."

The provincial capital is known as the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties. The most indispensable thing is ancient tombs and old gadgets. In recent years, the control has not been so strict. Folk cultural relic dealers like to go to the ghost market to trade.

This place is a typical place with no regard for boundaries. It has its own system and its own rules. It is a good place to practice your eyesight.

Gu Chao thought for a while, "I want to help my uncle buy something. Yuanni, let me go with you."

It was still dark when he went out, and he was really worried about Yuanni being alone.

Since I came to the provincial capital, I had to gain experience, so Yuanni immediately agreed.

Uncle Gu also left them to eat, "Your eldest aunt will be back soon. I will buy lotus seeds and make dumplings with minced meat and lotus seeds for you."

Gu Chao declined and said he would come visit another day.

Uncle Gu lives some distance from the hospital.

Gu Chao bought two packs of snacks, "Is grandma here too? I have to see her."

Yuanni couldn't resist, so she had no choice but to let him follow.

Grandma was sitting at the door, chatting with the old landlady and cutting beans. She was really surprised when she saw Gu Chao, "Isn't this Cadre Gu? Why are you here in the provincial capital too?"

Gu Chao put down his snack and briefly talked about his situation.

"Just in time, we're making braised beans and noodles tonight, would you like to stay and have a bite?" Grandma invited me warmly.

Gu Chao declined. Yuanni was renting a house and the cooks were all making do. If he stayed, he would only cause trouble.

After making an appointment with Yuanni to meet at four o'clock tomorrow morning, Gu Chao left.

"This young man is pretty good. Is he the one for your Nier?" the old lady of the landlady was very curious.

"No, my Ni'er is still young." Grandma denied it, but what she was thinking in her heart was that it would be great if the two of them really got into a relationship.

Although Gu Chao is a little older, older men are more affectionate. Besides, Gu Chao doesn't look older in appearance, he is still in his prime.

However, Gu Chao is a cadre and his family situation is quite good. Can he like Yuan Ni?

Yuan Nike didn't know that her grandma had so many wild ideas. She found a box, put the ancient ruby ​​​​and the bankbook in it, and then asked her fourth uncle to put the box on the beam.

When you are away from home, it is important to prevent theft.

Yuanni went to bed very early that night, and when it was still dark the next day, she got up and washed up.

After combing her braids and going out, Gu Chao was already waiting at the gate.

"Come up, I'll take you." Gu Chao got a bicycle somewhere.

Yuan Ni jumped up, unable to sit still.

Gu Chao coughed and motioned for Yuan Ni to hold his waist, "Hold on tight, this uneven road won't make you fall."

Yuan Ni thought so and hugged her generously.

Gu Chao's waist was thin and powerful, as if it contained infinite power. As soon as Yuanni put her little hand on it, his body shook slightly, and then he stared at the car very fast.

The ghost market is at the intersection of two roads. According to Gu Chao, sometimes there are people checking, but most of the time, no one is there because it is too early and the staff have not gone to work yet.

After running for more than ten minutes, we arrived at the place.

It was still dark at the moment, and the stars in the open space were all illuminated by flashlights.

Yuan Ni took a closer look and realized that the seller was putting the items in the sack, and the buyer was squatting opposite, shining a flashlight into the sack. The others didn't even know what they were buying and selling.

Gu Chao handed Yuan Ni a flashlight, "Look slowly."

The street lights can't illuminate this place, and even people's faces can't be seen clearly. There is a faint earthy smell in the air, which really makes it feel like it is filled with ghosts.

Yuan Ni walked slowly, squatting down from time to time to touch the contents of the sack. When she met a buyer negotiating the price, she continued walking.

The most important thing about ghost market trading is not to intervene in the transaction being discussed, otherwise you will be beaten.

Yuanni mainly relies on the feel of her hands to see. She doesn't even use a flashlight and walks very fast.

Soon, Yuan Ni heard someone speaking in front of her, "I don't know how to use your gestures, can I do it for ten dollars?"

This voice sounds familiar. Isn't it the overseas Chinese lady I met yesterday?

Yuan Ni remained calm and passed over the overseas Chinese father and daughter who were squatting on the ground to bargain, and squatted in the stall next to them.

The person setting up the stall was an old man. The mouth of the sack in front of him was half open, and you could faintly see that there were some small things inside.

Yuan Ni stretched out her hand to touch it, but it was a little hot. She immediately took out the hot object, which was a snuff bottle.

"How do you sell it?"

The old man glanced at Yuan Ni and said, "You don't know how to bargain?"

When the old man talks about price negotiation, he means pinching his fingers to tell the price.

Yuanni really doesn’t know how.

"Fifty."

The snuff bottles are real, but fifty is too expensive. The purpose of coming to the ghost market is to pick up leaks. If a snuff bottle costs fifty, it loses the meaning of driving away the ghost market.

"Five dollars."

"You, 45."

"Eight dollars."

The final transaction was 15 yuan.

Yuan Ni gave the money and then looked at the snuff bottle with a flashlight. It was pastel inlaid with enamel and the workmanship was very exquisite. It was an object from the Qing Dynasty. If you meet a good buyer, you can sell it for two to three hundred.

She put her things in her bag and moved on to the next store.

She spoke, which immediately attracted the attention of the overseas Chinese father and daughter.

The two people recognized Yuanni and hurried to the next house, fearing that Yuanni would buy the good things.

Yuanni was not in a hurry and continued to follow at her own pace.

There are not many genuine goods in the ghost market, most of which are made by oneself. The stall owner’s words about family heirlooms are correct.

Soon, the old overseas Chinese gentleman took a fancy to a white marble bottle. This bottle was in particularly good condition. When shining a flashlight on it, it turned out to be fluorescent.

"This is Baoguang, something from the Daming Palace, a real treasure." The stall owner spoke slowly.

"how much is it?"

The stall owner held out three fingers.

"three hundred?"

"What are you thinking about? This is a white jade vase from the Tang Dynasty. It costs three thousand. I won't sell it for a penny less."

3000 yuan is not much at all for an old overseas Chinese man, but his money is not blown by the wind, so it is not worth buying a fake.

Just as he was hesitating, Yuan Ni suddenly said, "Do you want it? If not, just let me see it?"

The overseas Chinese lady immediately became anxious, "Do you understand the rules? We haven't finished reading yet, so don't grab it."

Yuan Ni simply squatted aside and waited eagerly, as if she was going to snatch the bottle over in the next second.

When the old overseas Chinese gentleman saw this posture, his heart moved, and he thought of Yuanni's ruby.

At first he was still hesitating whether he wanted it or not, but now that Yuanni was waiting beside him, he immediately made up his mind, "Three thousand is three thousand, I want it."

Counting the money and delivering the goods in one go, the overseas Chinese lady held the white jade bottle in her arms and then taunted Yuanni, "You're late."

Yuan Ni sneered and stood up, "I have no intention of buying it."

"Nonsense, you can't buy it."

Yuanni pointed to the mouth of the stall owner's sack, "What do you think that is?"