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- There were few customers in the afternoon. Yang Bo read a book and had time to rest. He got up too early in the morning. When using his powers, he also needs to expend a certain amount of energy. In addition, his mood fluctuates throughout the day, which inevitably makes him feel energetic. Not good.
After reading the book, he slowly fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already dark, and there was no one in the store. Fortunately, there were no customers. Yang Bo took a look around and found that there were no missing items. He went out to buy dinner, and soon he was there. Washed up and went to sleep.
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In the early morning, when the sky was dark, Yang Bo got up again, because the ghost market had already started. In fact, the ghost market does not happen every day. It only happens on the sixth day of every month in the lunar calendar, that is, there are only three ghost markets every month. But it is a good business after all. A small group of second-hand dealers spontaneously formed a small ghost market in order to avoid being chased by the urban management during the day. This happens every day.
Yang Bo knows that Xiaogui Market is small and there are many fakes, but after all, it is an opportunity and he will not let it go!
He walked from stall to stall and followed Director Qu yesterday. The effect was quite good. However, it is difficult to meet celebrities in Xiaogui Market. Moreover, what he encountered yesterday was not very pleasant, so Yang Bo gave up following him. The way.
Most of the items in Xiaogui Market are small trinkets. Yang Bo even saw someone taking a snakeskin bag and wholesale half a bag of rain flower stones. Such rain flower stones are sold in tourist attractions and are not valuable. They only cost five or ten yuan. You can just grab a handful, but for the cost of a few dollars per pound, this method of selling is a huge profit.
Ming city wall bricks also appeared openly on the stall, but Yang Bo soon discovered that these city wall bricks were all fake. If they were true, the police would have appeared soon.
Yang Bo searched for a long time, turned over a lot of items, and even felt a little dizzy before his eyes, but still found nothing, which made him a little anxious. He was more eager than ever to get 850,000, which was his There is hope!
However, things did not go as smoothly as Yang Bo imagined. Until he found the last stall, he still could not find anything valuable, which disappointed him.
On the way back, Yang Bo¡¯s head was groggy. When he passed by Jiyatang, he noticed that Jiyatang was not open. He really didn¡¯t pay attention. Maybe Jiyatang would only open on the ghost market¡¯s opening day.
It has been two years since I came to Jinling. Because of the meager salary, or perhaps because Yang Bo himself is not an active person, he has never gone out to play. Now he wants to find another ghost market, but he feels confused and wants to After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered a place with an antique market, Confucius Temple!
The Confucius Temple is not far from Chaotian Palace. When Yang Bo went back, he randomly picked up a stall owner, called Big Brother, and asked: "Is there an antique market over there at the Confucius Temple?"
"Yes, of course there is, there is a flower and bird market over there!" The stall owner's business was not good, so he answered listlessly.
"Is there a ghost market?" Yang Bo became more energetic.
"Ghost market?" The stall owner snorted, "Of course there is one, the market over there is much bigger than here!"
"Brother, how do we get there?" Yang Bo asked urgently without noticing the other person's expression.
"Oh, you go east from the intersection in front and turn left at the third traffic light"
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Following the direction given by the stall owner, Yang Bo started running. He had always lived in an antique shop and had no means of transportation. Of course, he was reluctant to spend half a day's meal money to take a taxi, so he could only rely on his hands. The legs started running, but fortunately according to the stall owner, the distance was not far.
Yang Bo has always exercised every morning, but recently due to the routine of life, he has neglected to exercise, so running is not strenuous.
After running for more than 20 minutes, Yang Bo couldn't help but get anxious. It was night again, and there were no pedestrians on the road. He comforted himself that he was about to arrive, and then ran down.
After more than ten minutes passed, Yang Bo asked a passerby and finally found the Confucius Temple. At this time, the sky was already getting brighter.
Yang Bo walked around the Confucius Temple and finally found a stall selling pancakes and fruits. He ran over and asked, "Hello, isn't there a ghost market here? Why can't I find it?"
"Ghost market? What is a ghost market? Where is it haunted?"
Yang Bo was startled for a moment, "It's the place where stalls are set up to sell antiques at night!"
"Oh, I guess not, but the night market here is very lively. There is an antique street inside, which is open until one or two o'clock at night. It can be regarded as a ghost market, right?"
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Yang Bo was hungry and thirsty, so he bought pancakes with fruit and soy milk and ate them.While wandering around the Confucius Temple.
In the early morning, only the breakfast shop was open. The Confucius Temple had a strong commercial atmosphere and was not as antique as he had imagined before. There were many shops and modern clothing brands, which immediately made Yang Bo lose interest.
Yang Bo finally found the Antique City on Zhanyuan Road, but it was too early and the Antique City hadn¡¯t opened yet. He probably didn¡¯t have time to wait.
Crossing Zhanyuan Road, there were many antique shops on both sides. Just as he was about to leave, Yang Bo actually saw a stall!
Squatting in front of the stall, Yang Bo looked at the few utensils in front of him. The Tianhuang stone seal was a new item. Yang Bo gave up selectively. His energy was limited. He could feel that because he had spent too much before, he might only be able to do it now. Support him to use his superpower once!
The bright yellow pastel porcelain bowl was too shiny on the outside, and the anger was still there. Maybe it was not old enough, so Yang Bo gave up.
There were a few miscellaneous items left, and Yang Bo didn¡¯t pay too much attention. His eyes finally focused on a bronze string pattern jue. This one was the most common, but Yang Bo had a strong premonition.
A bright light appeared in front of his eyes, and the aperture gradually formed. An unprecedented thick aperture appeared in front of Yang Bo's eyes, which made him unable to help but be surprised.
Yang Bo pointed towards Xian Wenjue, "How much does this one cost?"
The stall owner was wrapped in a gray coat and looked up at Yang Bo, "Fifty!"
Yang Bo did not counter-offer, paid for it, and took the Xian Wenjue. At the end of the night, he finally gained something!
The Xian Wen Jue is covered with a layer of green rust, but fortunately it is still in complete condition. According to Yang Bo's estimate, it should be from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, but it is difficult to determine the specifics.
However, even if he got this Xian Wen Jue, Yang Bo was not too excited, because the domestic bronze ware market is not big, and domestic restrictions on the trade of ancient bronze ware have made many people unwilling to collect bronze ware, so the price has been rising. Don't go.
Even so, being able to buy this Xianwen Jue still makes Yang Bo a little excited. Gaining something will give him the confidence to persevere!
When he went back, Yang Bo took a taxi. He really couldn¡¯t walk
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