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"Boss, how much is this?" Zihe raised his head and asked the stall owner with a smile after he had sucked away the evil energy from the dagger.

The old man squatting next to him fixed his eyes on the dagger in his hand like fire, and when he heard his inquiry, his eyes were dim and anxious.

The old man has already seen that the dagger is a scroll-shaped dagger with a burnt blue handle from the Qing Dynasty.

He looked carefully and confirmed that there was a 90.00% probability that it was genuine. Even if it was fake, it was definitely a high imitation, but it was sold at a high price in the antique market.

There is a rule in this business, that is, after another buyer picks up an antique, even if you want to buy it again, you are not allowed to open your mouth, let alone snatch the item from others - breaking the rules will bring you bad luck.

The old man had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, his eyes watered with greed, his mouth was overflowing with saliva, and he could only swallow it.

"200." Without raising his head, the stall owner raised his eyelids, glanced at the dagger in Zihe's hand, and said casually.

When the old man heard this, his heart was about to break.

Only 200!

You know, many people who like antiques have a special preference for knives and daggers.

He took this thing in his hand, and if he sold it, he could sell it for nearly a million!

And such a little thing, little baby, is in the hands of others at the moment.

The old man glanced at Zihe with some displeasure, why didn't he learn well at such a young age, and came to grab the business that old guys like them who have trained their eyes all their lives can do.

"Does this dagger have a scabbard?" Zihe asked dissatisfied.

"No, that's it." The stall owner even frowned impatiently, his business was so arrogant.Once a person is lazy and decadent to this point, he doesn't care about the sky or the earth.

"Okay." Just when the old man was still praying that Zihe would give up because of reasons such as 'no scabbard' or 'too expensive', Zihe took out his wallet, took out two red hairs, and threw them to the stall owner.

The stall owner seemed to be a little bit happier now, and raised a little bit of energy.

He sat up straight and stretched out his hands, pinched the ten-year-old note thrown by Zihe in his hand, spread it flat, and then put it into his arms seriously.

The stall owner is a merciless peddler, and only dime notes in this world can move him.

Zihe had already stood up with the dagger in his hand, and then looked at the magnificent antique shop - this dagger without evil spirit is already a soulless dagger, and he wants to sell it.

Just when he was about to find the largest antique store, the old man standing beside him put his arm around his wrist.

"Young man, are you going to take this dagger back and play with it? Or what should I say? Are you interested in selling it? I like it very much. How about paying a high price?" expression, but he said so many words in one breath, which really exposed his strong desire for this dagger.

Zihe licked his lower lip, and withdrew his wrist from the old man without showing his whereabouts, and then smiled and said: "I am going to sell, but my asking price is not cheap."

Although he was smiling, his facial expression was obviously not well controlled, and he was already full of cunning and cunning.

The stall owner, who was slumped in the Maza chair, finally regained his energy when he heard Zihe's words.

He sold the dagger to this young man for only 200, and the old man bought it after changing hands.

Young people still keep saying that their selling price is not cheap?

200 yuan, how much is it expensive to flip a hand?

As he thought about it, he stared at Zihe and the old man curiously, ready to watch the excitement contentedly.

Hearing Zihe's words here, the old man was stunned for a moment, but then he put back his generous and kind smile, and said indifferently: "Then why don't you make a price, and I'll see if it's suitable."

Zihe met the old man's eyes and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" The old man was a little puzzled.

"What's the old man's name?" Zihe suddenly got up and asked.

The old man thought this kid was an insider, and wanted to find out his truth, and thought that he, Ma Donglai, had been in the antique business all his life. "My surname is Ma, and my name is Ma Donglai."

When the old man said his name, Zihe had a weird smile on his face.

His two slightly raised sword eyebrows stretched out, there was a hint of color in his black and white eyes, and even his back straightened up a bit.

The old man didn't know that if he dared to cheat the young man in front of him, he might not end well.

Zihe nodded, but did not respond positively to Ma Donglai's name.

As soon as he grasped the old man's name, he lowered his head and turned on the phone that was running out of battery, searched around on Taobao and Baidu, then raised his head and said decisively:

"I want 30 million."

Before the old man Ma Donglai could respond, the stall owner sitting on the Maza chair exploded first.

I saw a stall owner who was sitting limply jumped up from the Maza chair, his face was surprised at first, and then turned into a sneer expression, and he shouted in disbelief: "Young man, are you crazy? Haha Hahahaha... How much? 30? Hahahaha, you were a robber before, right?"

Zihe turned his head to look at the stall owner, and thought about it seriously. When he sucked the soul of the thief who stole the jug from Zixuanguan, he didn't get their approval. It made sense to say it was robbery.

He nodded with a smile, and then politely asked the stall owner, "What's your name, stall owner?"

The stall owner looked at Zihe's smile, and always felt that although he was smiling no matter how he looked at it, and asked his name in a polite and polite tone, he was just... a little nervous.

He was about to argue with Zihe when Ma Donglai, who was standing beside him, patted Zihe's shoulder and replied with a smile, "This is too expensive."

Zihe raised his eyebrows.

The stall owner immediately said: "That's right, 30. I think 300 is about the same. It's not enough to make 100 by changing hands. Then you are really crazy about money and want to grab it on the street."

Ma Donglai ignored the stall owner's words, and without waiting for Zihe to say anything else, he took the lead in explaining: "This dagger should be from the Qianlong period. Judging from the shape, I roughly judge that it is a court gift from the Qianlong period. Blue-handled dagger. Although it is a gift, it is also the most inferior. There is no gem inlay, and the workmanship is not detailed and rich enough. In addition, there is no scabbard. It is not the best collection. If this thing has a scabbard, the inlay The price of the last gemstone might barely match 30, but this one..."

Ma Donglai sighed, "I can only pay 10, young man."

The stall owner also heard what Ma Donglai said clearly.

Every time Mr. Ma uttered a word, the stall owner's expression became strange.

When Mr. Ma finished speaking such a long paragraph, the stall owner's face turned from red to slightly pale.

He widened his eyes in disbelief, and opened his mouth wide in surprise, seeing that the old man didn't look like he was joking, and every word and every word was extremely sincere.

He finally looked with his triangular eyes at the 'broken dagger' that suddenly ascended to the sky in Zihe's hand, feeling like a knife was piercing his heart.

He... Did he hear correctly?

So... how much is that dagger worth?

30w?

10w?

Are the old and the young so idle that they come here in the afternoon to tease him?

The stall owner touched the 200 yuan in his pocket, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

When the stall owner was amazed at the high resale price of 10 yuan, Zihe shook his head indifferently, and said two words firmly: "No."

The old man in front of him frowned when he spoke, his eyes were wide open, and he tilted his head slightly, obviously sincere and distressed.

But Zihe saw a bit of eagerness in the old man's eyes, as if it was too late to celebrate his fortune.

This is definitely not the distressed appearance of a person when he is discouraged from something that is too expensive.

Therefore, he was sure that the old man suppressed the price too much.

——He has been with the old Guanzhu for decades, and although he has not learned a little about the techniques of catching ghosts and subduing demons, he is very familiar with astrology.

And on the point of looking at people's faces and demeanors, there is absolutely nothing wrong.

Facial expression is a very important part of facial expression. If a person makes the same facial expression for many years, it will seriously change his facial expression, which will lead to a change of fate.

Simply looking at the innate facial features without looking at the acquired direction (including facial expressions, including muscle dynamics, including some behavioral habits, etc.), it is all layman's nonsense, or fake experts who blindly read facebooks.

Therefore, Zihe looked at Ma Donglai's appearance and listened to the other party's lower price, not in a hurry.

While responding, he even cast a scrutinizing look at other antique shops, and took a step forward, making a gesture to leave.

Finally, Ma Donglai still couldn't bear the pressure of 'the big business might be running away', and leaned in front of Zihe again, sighing: "How about... 12w, do you think it's okay?"

Zihe turned his head towards Ma Donglai and smiled, then said slowly, "Ma Donglai."

"Huh?" Ma Donglai responded subconsciously, and then felt a little uncomfortable.

The eyes of the young man in front of him were full of aggression, which gave him a strong sense of crisis.

He bit his lower lip, thinking that it was probably because the other party called him by his name without distinction between young and old, which brought him such a strong sense of discomfort.

Thinking of this, Ma Donglai suppressed his displeasure and sudden boredom, smiled lightly, and seemed to be magnanimously waiting for the young man's next words.

Zihe twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and licked his lips against desire.

Although the old man in front of him is a profiteer, he is nothing more than a petty villain. If he sucks this old man, he will probably leave karma behind. Once the karma is locked away, if the circle of activities is tightened, it will affect his feeding of the flesh. Boy, that would be bad.

Although it was annoying for Ma Donglai to undercut the price with him, Zihe still magnanimously resisted the desire to suck the other party's soul.

He is very proud of his "view of the big picture".

At the moment when he resisted eating people in the street, Zihe felt "wisdom" and "rationality" in his behavior, and then raised his head triumphantly.

Ma Donglai looked at the young man with some puzzlement, not understanding what the expression on the other person's face meant, and he still didn't know that he almost died of old age.

"12w is not too low, young man." Ma Donglai sighed, with an expression that he really couldn't go higher, and that he would lose money if he went higher.

"22w, old man, as long as it's okay, if not, I'll go to another house to see." Saying that, Zihe raised his legs and was about to leave.

Ma Donglai sighed for a long time, looking really bad, and turned his head to look at other things on the booth. It seems that if 12w is not good, then forget it, he has to buy other things something.

Yo!Who is afraid.

Zihe didn't care, turned around and walked away as well.

Really gone!

Both of them seemed to have reached their bottom line, one seemed to be really unaffordable, and the other swaggered with the attitude of "just this price, no worries about selling".

Both of them thought they could make this business, but they both pretended to leave, and the acting was 100% sufficient.

The stall owner was already in a daze at the moment, seeing that Zihe was really going to leave, the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuch was about to die.

He scratched his head, hammered his head and stamped his feet, and shouted, "Hey, boy, why did you leave?"