"Before I bought it, I asked you, how much is this piece of gadget, and you said eight thousand... As soon as I bought it, you found me ten times the price! You are starting from the ground! Who will buy it in the future? Your stuff?" The old man was so angry that his eyes were about to pop out, his beard was twisted, and he was very angry.

"Didn't I believe in your skills, and asked you to give me an eye?" The corner of Lao Qin's mouth cracked, revealing his big white teeth, he didn't take the old man's threats at all, and said slowly, "If I didn't believe you , can I keep the new ones for you to see now? They will be sold in the morning market today!"

"If I hadn't been in good health these days and my wife was taking care of me, would I be able to come to the morning market by myself? Would I have to wait for you bastard?" the old man said in a rage. He has been in poor health recently, and has been detained by his family at home. He has no way to sneak out of the door in the morning. He can only sneak out after dinner and the family go to buy vegetables. Otherwise, if he hears news of this person, he will Pi Dian Dian came to his booth?

There's an unwritten rule on Antique Street, one that savvy buyers usually know.

That is, at three or four in the morning every Saturday and Sunday, there will be a morning market at the stalls in Antique Street. Usually, those stall owners who run outside and collect new goods everywhere, as long as they have goods on hand, will be at this time. I came to this line to set up a stall with my newly found collection, and when the sunrise grew longer, at eight or nine in the morning, the morning market was completely scattered.

Only some things that everyone knows are left on the bright side, for those ordinary tourists who are new to the antique street to choose.

Of course, this rule is not absolute, there will be many stall owners during the day, and the real and fake are mixed together for sale. The important thing is to look at your luck and eyes, but it is not easy to find leaks.

Qiao Yian stood aside and listened interestingly, his heart moved, the two cool anger in his eyes adhered to his eyeballs, and he looked carefully at the two things in the old man's hand.

Buzz! —

A humming sound suddenly sounded in my ears, and I saw a layer of yellow-white halo of about five or six centimeters, slowly rising from the bamboo snuff bottle in the old man's left hand, an anger like the white mist in the morning, in the light. Turning back and forth in the dizzy, it looks like it is not inferior to the ice seed spring color that I bought before!

Huh? How is this going?

Qiao Yi'an is not surprised that the antiquities have spirits, and this thing can shine.

But this halo is only five or six centimeters high, which is similar to ordinary fine bean wool. Why is there still that mysterious white anger in it? No need for Qiao Yian's other actions, the white anger slowly floated over, and a cool breath quickly merged into Qiao Yian's eyeballs, supplementing the weight previously used by Qiao Yian.

The feeling of warmth and comfort in the pores all over the body, Qiao Yian couldn't come back to his senses for a while.

Unexpectedly, this old man really has two brushes! One of the two objects in his hand is genuine.

The stall owner and the old man were full of gunpowder, and they refused to give in to each other. They didn't notice Qiao Yi'an's dazed behavior at all, and they still came and went there and refused to give in to each other.

The old man sat on the pony bar and said angrily, "Old Qin, are you asking for such a high price? Are you really willing to give up?"

"Half a penny is not a lot." The old Qin old **** is there, and I don't care if you like to buy it or not.