Enter this lively place.

Looking at the stalls everywhere.

Listening to the noisy sound.

It seems to have entered another world.

This is a paradise for retail investors.

There are various stalls, various goods, and all kinds of people.

There is a unique atmosphere in the air. In such an environment, people's emotions will involuntarily rise. The atmosphere here can affect people very much.

The blade looked left and right, but did not rush to take action.

There are extremely many kinds of things here.

He squatted in front of an old man's stall. The old man had bottles and jars here, and they all looked old things, but whether they bought them was true or not depends on their personal eyesight.

The blade was observing the bottles and jars on the stall, and the old man was observing him.

Of course the Blade noticed it.

This old man must be an old man. Once he leaks a slight emotional fluctuation about something, then the old man will turn the price to death later, and he will be stubborn when he bargaining.

Unfortunately, the old man really had to waste his time. Blade was not going to buy his fake goods all over the place.

The blade does not recognize the origin of these bottles and jars, but the traces of time are not like those on them.

The old man was very sinister. The stalls were full of fakes, but the levels of fakes were different. Some were very fake, and they could be seen at a glance when outsiders came; but some were very real, and they would miss it even if they didn't observe carefully.

This old man used this grading method to allow those confused people who are half-understood to find some "missings" that others have not discovered.

Through this grading, I have a feeling that my eyesight is actually "very powerful", which further strengthens my confidence.

As long as the person who wants to take down the object with the mind of "I'm going to make a fortune", he will definitely be peeled off by the old man. Finally, he smiled and carried the "baby" he had found.

Seeing that the old man's business is so bad, many people should have come to make trouble and become famous. So, they can endure it if they spend a few dollars to buy a fake, just like buying a lesson. But after getting bloody and going back with excitement, it would be uncomfortable to find out that they bought a fake. In fact, no one can blame him for losing money here, he can only blame himself for his lack of vision. But some people just can't swallow this. It's natural to make a fuss.

This is probably how the old man is famous in this area?

"Brother, brother, why are you leaving? These are all old things that have become older, and they are passed down from generation to generation in my family! If I hadn't been able to live this life, how could I sell it at a low price? I'll think about it again? These are all good things! It's real!" The old man saw that Daofeng was about to get up and hurriedly tried to keep it.

Young people are his favorite. Compared with the old fried dough sticks who have been lingering here all year round, young people are so fooling around and they are happy to pay.

He earns a lot and is easy, how can he not like it? It’s just that the young man who is a little ignorant comes back and makes trouble, which is a trouble.

Blade Feng smiled and shook his head: "You keep it, I don't understand this."

He got up and left directly, ignoring the old man's hard work to keep him.

After the blade squatted down at another stall, the old man spitted at his back.

"I look pretty, don't waste my time if I don't buy it!"

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The owner of the stall is a middle-aged woman. She is not pretty, but she is dignified and attractive.

The female guest next to him looked at Biaofeng in surprise. Biaofeng nodded to her, and then focused on the objects on the stall.

They are all in jewelry categories, including rings, necklaces, pendants, earrings, and pendants.

But they are not antiques. They are doing real business, and the jewelry is exquisite and meticulous.

The blade touched his chin and thought, and suddenly heard a gentle voice saying, "Young man, are you choosing gifts for your girlfriend? If I don't mind, I can give you some advice."

The swordsman looked up and saw that it was the dignified woman, and smiled and said, "Thank you, but I'll do it."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

The blade picked up a few small pendants, all of which were cute little animals.

"Just these are the few." Blade Feng looked at the dignified woman and said.

"Calculate a Ginto Soul Coin."

The woman spoke.

Blade nodded with a smile and paid and left.

The woman smiled: Such a beautiful young man is rare.

After seeing several stalls, the blade stopped at a stall full of short blades.

Blade picked up a silver dagger and looked carefully, then put it down, looked at it for more than ten more times, finally shook his head and prepared to get up and leave.

"Brother, what's wrong? Are you dissatisfied with these weapons?" The stall owner, who looked seventeen or eighteen years old, had a strong body, had a buzz cut and a kind-faced person, said quickly.

Blade smiled and said, "It's true that they are a little dissatisfied. They are all too flashy and unreal. I don't need a weapon that is only suitable for viewing."

After saying that, he stood up and looked for the next stall.

The young man, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, picked up a snow-white knife, looked at it, and fell silent.

He also didn't know? It's just that most people...

Guests are coming.

"Brother, brother, how do you sell this knife in your hand?"

...

Stopped in front of several stalls and stood up again.

There are some good things, but they are not very useful to the blade, so...

Forget it, let's just say that Blade has a few good things, but seeing the stall owner asking for a lot of prices and never letting go, they obviously know their value. Most of those who have been doing this business for many years have some eyesight and may be much better than most customers. But this has nothing to do with Blade. If you can get a bargain, you don't have to buy it at a high price.

He still owes the generous Flander a small sum of money. He can't afford to waste such a waste.

I visited for another hour.

The blade gained something. It was a stone carving, which was carved from a half-naked woman, made of marble and well-made.

After Blade paid the money, the stall owner gave a look that "as a man, he knows it."

There is nothing else.

Except for some people who are actually doing business, most of the others are just making some money by taking advantage of the mentality of the visitor's desire to get a bargain.

There are some leaks, but certainly not many.

Go back.

During the process of returning, the blade stopped and stopped. It took half an hour to leave the city. The soul guide was filled with various foods he bought...

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Chapter completed!