Chapter 592 Unauthentic
After riding bicycles in the dark for twenty minutes, the three of them arrived near Beichizi and saw the majestic Forbidden City.
From a distance, you can faintly see a huge black shadow like an ancient dragon entrenched on the ground. It is sacred and mysterious, and people can't help but yearn to see what's going on.
“Be careful!”
Chu Heng looked around cautiously, pushing the cart and Du San forward furtively along the palace wall more than ten meters high.
When they were about to reach the ghost market, they first found a hidden alley to put their bicycles in, and then, under the guidance of Du San, they came to a narrow alley three to four hundred meters away.
“It’s right here.”
Du San pointed to the dark alley and walked in first.
After reaching the depths, they took a few more turns. When they reached the end of an unknown alley, they turned left and saw a dark alley with twinkling lights.
The width of this alley is less than 1.5 meters, and under the dim light, it looks shadowy inside.
Stalls were neatly arranged under the north wall. Some stalls were lit with lanterns, some were lit with candles, and some were lit with nothing at all. It was so dark that it was difficult to see what was being sold.
The guests were all on the south side. They were either holding flashlights or lanterns and walking quietly in front of each stall. Except for the sound of footsteps, no sound could be heard.
The whole alley is like a ghost!
“I don’t know, I thought I saw a ghost!”
Cen Hao, who was unprepared to see this scene suddenly, was really frightened and couldn’t help but complain.
"Shut up!"
Chu Heng turned around and warned him, then he quickly walked towards the small market with a strange atmosphere not far away, holding a flashlight.
Soon, the three of them came to the first stall. The items on it were all old clothes and old shoes. The stall owner wrapped himself tightly. Not to mention what he looked like, both men and women Can't see clearly.
This stall can be said to have a prime location in the entire ghost market.
Unfortunately, the items sold are not very good, and there are basically no customers paying attention.
After Chu Heng took a glance, he walked away from the stall and came to the second stall.
There were books on this stall, some old, some new, some domestic and some foreign, which made him a little interested.
Chu Heng squatted down in front of the stall, holding a flashlight and shining the books on it with great interest, looking at them one by one.
The stall owner, who was also masked, glanced at him, thought for a moment, then silently picked up two simple-looking books on the stall, handed them forward, put them in front of him, and then took them back. He held his arms with his hands and continued to smoke the big pipe.
You are not afraid of burning down the stall!
Chu Heng glanced at the stall owner, groaned secretly, then picked up the two books and looked at them.
Unsurprisingly, these two books are ancient manuscripts. One is Disciple Regulations and the other is Suiyuan Shihua. As for who copied them, it is unknown.
It’s all in the dark, it’s really hard to see clearly.
After Chu Heng studied carefully for a while, he gently put down two ancient books, turned around and picked up a few domestic and foreign masterpieces and put them together. Then he put his hands into his sleeves and put them on the table. Explored before the Lord.
The stall owner immediately understood and handed the sleeve over, sticking it together, and the two began to negotiate the price through gestures inside.
In less than a minute, their sleeves separated.
Then, Chu Heng took out fifty cents from his pocket and handed it over, then stood up and left holding the selected books.
Cen Hao had never seen this before, so he came up to him with some confusion and asked in a low voice: "Master Chu, what did you just do?"
"Ask the price!" Chu Heng She whispered back to him, and took three steps at a time to arrive at a stall selling antiques.
He looked at the stall owner under the dim light, wrinkled his nose and sniffed, and suddenly a playful smile appeared on his face.
Immediately, he squatted down and looked at the various antiques on the stall. Finally, he picked up an inkstone and said with a smile to the stall owner who was trying hard to squeeze himself into the darkness: "I said, Master Zhang, do you think my price is too low?”
This stall owner is none other than Master Zhang!
And he was able to recognize Zhang at a glance, not because of his good eyesight or because the old man couldn't hide it well, but because his nose was so sharp!
Because Zhang Yiyan often associates with rags, he always has a special smell of decay, and this grandson can smell it from several meters away!
The nose is sharper than that of a dog!
“I’m like this, how can you recognize me?” The old man who wrapped himself up like a mummy looked at him in astonishment, and immediately knew that he couldn’t hide from him, the old man’s face was full of expressions. He said with a guilty conscience: "What... I heard that the ghost market has reopened, so I came here out of curiosity to join in the fun. It's nothing more than fun."
He couldn't help but feel guilty.
It’s true that Chu Heng collected his antiques at low prices, but he also provided him with all kinds of food!
For Zhang Yi, who could hardly afford to eat, this was a life-saving kindness.
And what about him?
But he came here secretly to sell antiques!
After that, I was caught red-handed.
How big of a face can he feel at ease?
"You don't need to explain. The thing is in your hands. It's your freedom to sell it to whomever you want. I want this inkstone. You set a price." Chu Heng smiled and picked up the inkstone and shook it. .
He really wasn't angry.
Selling and buying are about your own will.
It is understandable that people dislike his low price and want to sell it at a higher price.
Furthermore, antiques are worthless now. Except for those who really like them, few are willing to take over them. How much can he sell in the ghost market?
So, the big head is still with him.
Does he deserve to be angry over something like this?
We, Chu Suo, have always been friendly and prosperous!
Zhang could tell at a glance that he didn’t look angry. After secretly breathing a sigh of relief, he waved his hand generously: "Whatever is free, just take it if you like. Come back and carry a bottle for me. Good wine will do.”
"Okay, then I'll get a bargain. See you later. I wish you a prosperous business!"
Chu Heng is also a sharp and crisp person. When he saw that he didn't want money, he picked up the inkstone and arched it. He handed over his hands and led Du San to other stalls.
Zhang's old face turned red with embarrassment when he saw how grand he was. He had no intention of setting up a stall for a moment, so he simply put away his things and left the ghost market silently.
And decided to find a good object another day and make amends for it.
After all, what I did was a bit unethical.
On Chu Heng's side, after leaving Zhang Yi's stall, he visited several stalls in succession.
Finally he stopped in front of a stall selling tea.
The stall sells tea bricks, with more than ten pieces in total. The earliest era names printed on them are from the Qianlong period, and the latest ones are from the Republic of China.
He picked it up, smelled it, and carefully judged the quality, and his eyes showed subtle excitement.
It’s all true!
“I want them all!”
Chu Heng whispered to the boss and then pushed his sleeves deeper.
(End of this chapter)