It’s a Bit Early To Cross

The tea seller was stunned when he heard the words, looked up at Chu Heng again, and couldn't help showing excitement in his eyes.

The tea leaves in his hands are indeed rare and good things. It is not an exaggeration to say that a thousand pieces of gold are rare in the past.

But in this year when filling the stomach is the main goal.

This good stuff doesn't sell very well.

It has been four or five days since he came to this ghost market, and the tea bricks he sold were only two pieces, and the prices were extremely low.

It can be seen that the guests who come to the ghost market this time do not like to see this thing.

Originally, he thought that he would not come tomorrow, but at this moment, such a high-profile customer suddenly appeared, which made him rekindle hope for his business.

It turns out that it's not that things don't sell, it's just that they haven't met people who know the goods!

Afraid of neglecting the guests, the stall owner hurriedly handed over his sleeves and started a silent and fierce confrontation with Chu Heng.

I saw that the sleeves of these two people gathered together were shaking quickly, a meeting, a drop, a before, a after, and the expressions of the two people were also very exciting, sometimes I frowned, and you stared. , the micro-expressions are quite rich.

Unlike when Chu Heng bought books, he spent much more time buying tea than the former, and after spending five or six minutes on the price, the dispute between the two came to an end.

The final price was ninety-five yuan, and he packed and took away thirteen tea leaves!

It can be said that it is cheap to open the door for cheap, and it is cheap to Te Niang's house!

Chu Heng happily used the bag given by the stall owner to carefully pack the tea, and then subconsciously touched the buttocks that was kicked by the irritable old man because he drank some of Xie Lixuan's tea.

He feels so worthless for himself!

If he knew he could buy this thing, would he risk being beaten to steal tea?

Old man Xie also made such a fire for something less than ten dollars!

What is it like to be poor?

When I look back, sir, I will bring the tea to you, and smash it in front of you and feed it to the dog!

I won't give you a drink!

piss you off!

"brother!"

Just as Chu Heng was about to leave with a mean smile on his face, the stall owner suddenly stopped him in a low voice.

"What?" Chu Heng turned around curiously and handed the tea to Cen Hao.

The stall owner stooped, tucked his hands into his sleeves, leaned over beside him, and asked in a low voice, "I think you bought so much, so you shouldn't drink it all, you want to keep it for collection, right?"

"You have a smart eye." Chu Heng nodded with a smile, waiting for his next words.

The stall owner's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard it, and he said quickly, "I still have some tea leaves, and the quality is similar to what you bought. Would you like to keep them together?"

Chu Heng, who had been guessing for a long time, smiled unsurprisingly, and then said with a proud face: "That's the best, as long as you have really good things in your hand, my money will definitely not be bad. "

"Then I'll bring something tomorrow, and we'll still meet here, don't you think?" the stall owner said with a smile on his face.

"Come on, let's go tomorrow, I won't charge the price anymore, just follow our previous price." After nodding his head, Chu Heng turned around and instructed Du San again, "Du San, I have something to do tomorrow, so that's fine. Come, come back and get the goods."

"Okay." Du San replied with a smile.

Du San?

Hearing this, the stall owner looked at Du San, who was hiding his face in the darkness, and after looking carefully for a while, he confirmed that this was the Du Sanye he knew.

Immediately afterwards, his heart was full of surprise.

The dignified Third Master Du was actually called by someone as an errand! ?

What the hell!

The handsome guy in front of him must be Xiao Mengchang!

After all, he is the only one who can move Mr. Du in the four-nine cities!

Thinking of this, the stall owner suddenly burst into a cold sweat, and quickly put away the plan that he wanted to be shoddy.

With Du San's ability and means, it would be very easy to find someone in Sijiu City. If he really did that, maybe he would have a place under the moat!

"That's it, see you later, brother."

At this moment, Chu Heng waved to the stall owner, then turned around enthusiastically and led the duo to other stalls.

Because this black market is newly opened, not many people know about it, so there are only a few stalls, and there are only about 30 people who are full.

In the blink of an eye, they had already visited most of the time. Apart from buying a Ming Dynasty sapphire unicorn pendant, Chu Heng never made another move.

"Nothing good!"

With a look of disappointment, Chu Heng put down a small pastel bowl imitating the third generation of the Republic of China, and slowly stood up from a booth, holding the unicorn jade pendant that had just been collected in his hand, and slowly continued to stroll inside.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly noticed a place ten meters away in front of him, and suddenly became confused.

There were more than a dozen guests in the ghost market, as if attracted by a magnet, and swarmed to the front of the booth. Although they tried their best to keep their voices low, there were too many people. It was like a swarm of bees buzzing. Like a meeting.

This is a bit of a bad rule!

Originally, the ghost market is mainly about secrets. You noisy, what should you do if something goes wrong?

Some stall owners in other stalls looked in that direction dissatisfied, and a few timid ones even took their things and left!

"Everyone!"

At this moment, someone suddenly spoke out in front of the booth surrounded by many people, the voice was a little old, with a touch of heaviness: "Let's come one by one according to the rules, don't talk nonsense, UU reading www.uukanshu.com whoever No matter how stupid you are to intervene, even if you give a sky-high price, I will still not sell you!"

It was obviously the stall owner who spoke, and as his voice fell, the messy crowd instantly quieted down.

Seeing this, the other stall owners smiled with satisfaction, and then went to do their own business in peace.

Chu Heng frowned at this moment, he glanced at the booth, and his face gradually began to darken!

"Special girl!"

After listening to his whispered scolding, he threw off his long legs and walked towards the stall quickly.

When he came to the periphery of the crowd, he arrogantly pushed aside the people in front of him, squeezed directly into the front, and then stood in front of the stall with his arms in his arms, staring coldly at the stall owner.

The stall owner was completely wrapped up, only a pair of shrewd eyes exposed in the air.

Even the most familiar person may not recognize him face to face.

But Chu Heng didn't even need to smell it, he could tell at a glance that this person was the old man Yan Muze!

What he sells is not the other side, it is the bags full of food!

If nothing else, the original owner of these grains should be surnamed Chu!

I'm saying why this old man Yan suddenly asked for so much food recently, his feelings are running here to do it!

Chu Heng squatted down with a black face, gnashing his teeth and staring at Yan Muze who was negotiating the price with others, and said coldly, "The surnamed Yan, you are so good at playing!"

"neat…"

Yan Muze looked at Chu Heng who had suddenly appeared with a panicked face, but in the slightly cold temperature of late autumn, he broke out in a cold sweat.

At the same time he was very puzzled.

With Chu Heng's status and wealth today, why does he still appear in the ghost market?

Is it a pain in the ass?

Lewen

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