Chapter 593: Quite good at playing
The tea seller was stunned when he heard this. He raised his head and looked at Chu Heng again, and couldn't help but show excitement in his eyes.
The tea leaves in his hands are indeed rare and good things. In the past, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they are worth a thousand gold.
In this year when filling your stomach is the main goal.
The sales of such good things are not very good.
He has been in this ghost market for four or five days, and the tea bricks he sold were only two pieces, and the prices were extremely low.
This shows how much the guests who come to the ghost market don't like to see this thing.
Originally, he thought he would not come tomorrow, but at this moment, such a high-roller suddenly appeared, which rekindled his hope for his business.
It turns out that it’s not that the things are not selling, it’s just that I haven’t met anyone who knows the goods!
Afraid of neglecting his customers, the stall owner quickly handed over his sleeve and started a silent and fierce confrontation with Chu Heng.
I saw the sleeves of these two people gathered together shaking rapidly, up and down, before and after, and their expressions were also very exciting. Sometimes I would frown and you would glare. , the micro-expressions are quite rich.
Unlike when Chu Heng bought books, he spent much longer than before buying tea this time. It took a full five or six minutes to make a price call, and the dispute between the two came to an end.
The final price was ninety-five yuan, and he packed up the thirteen yuan of tea and took it away!
It can be said that Cheap’s mother opens the door for Cheap, and it’s so Cheap to the mother-in-law’s house!
Chu Heng happily packed the tea leaves carefully in the bag given by the stall owner, and then subconsciously touched the buttocks that had been kicked by the grumpy old man because he drank some of Xie Lixuan's tea leaves.
He felt so worthless for himself!
If he had known that this thing could be bought, would he have risked being beaten to steal the tea?
Old man Xie is the same, he got so angry just for something that cost less than ten yuan!
How poor is it?
When I turn around, young master, I will bring the tea leaves to you, break them to pieces in front of you and feed them to the dogs!
I won’t give you a drink!
I’m so mad at you!
“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 and looked curiously, and handed the tea leaves to Cen Hao.
The stall owner stooped and put his hands into his sleeves. He came to his side in a somewhat obscene manner and asked in a low voice: "I think you bought so many, you probably didn't use them all for drinking. You want to keep them for your collection, right?"
“You have a keen eye.” Chu Heng smiled and nodded, waiting for his next words.
The stall owner's eyes suddenly lit up after hearing this, and he quickly said: "I still have some tea leaves, the quality is similar to the ones you bought, do you want to keep them together?"
Already have them Chu Heng, who had guessed it, smiled unexpectedly, and immediately He said with a proud face: "That's the best. As long as what you have is really good, I will definitely bring you the money."
"Then I will bring the things tomorrow. Let’s meet here, don’t you think so?” the stall owner said with a happy face.
"Sure, let's do it tomorrow. I won't decide the price. I'll just give it the price we paid before." After Chu Heng nodded, he turned around and ordered to Du San: "Du San, I have something to do tomorrow, so I can't do anything." Come and get the goods later.”
“Okay,” Du San said with a smile.
Du San?
Hearing this, the stall owner looked at Du San, whose face was hidden in the darkness. After looking at him carefully for a while, he confirmed that this was the Du San he knew.
Immediately afterwards, his heart was filled with surprise and doubt.
The dignified Master Du San was actually used as an errand boy! ?
Holy shit! The handsome young man in front of me must be Xiao Mengchang!
After all, he is the only one in Sijiu City who can control Mr. Du!
Thinking of this, the stall owner suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly put away his plan to pass off the fake goods as good ones.
With Du San's ability and means, it is easy to find someone in Sijiu City. If he really does that, he might have a place under the moat!
“That’s it, see you later, brother.”
Chu Heng waved to the stall owner at this time, then turned around happily and led Du San and the others to the other side. Stalls.
Because this black market is newly opened, not many people know about it, so there are only a pitiful number of stalls, only about thirty of them.
In the blink of an eye, they had gone through most of the shopping. During this period, except for buying a piece of sapphire unicorn pendant from the Ming Dynasty, Chu Heng never made any purchases.
"Nothing good!"
Chu Heng put down a small pastel bowl imitating the third generation of the Qing Dynasty in the Republic of China with a disappointed look on his face, and slowly stood up from a stall, holding the bowl he had just collected in his hand. The unicorn jade pendant, slowly continued to stroll inside.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly noticed a sudden chaos about ten meters in front of him.
There were more than a dozen guests from the ghost market, as if attracted by a magnet, they gathered in front of a stall in a swarm. Although they tried their best to keep their voices down, there were too many people and there was a buzz. It's like a swarm of bees having a meeting.
This is a bit of a bad rule!
Originally, the ghost market was mainly about secrecy. You are so noisy, what should you do if something happens?
Some stall owners in other stalls glanced in that direction with dissatisfaction, and a few who were timid even just picked up their things and left!
“Everyone!”
At this moment, someone suddenly spoke in front of the booth where many people were gathered. The voice was a little old and thick: “We should follow the rules one by one. Come on, don't You're talking nonsense, if anyone interrupts blindly, I won't sell you even if you give me a sky-high price!"
The person who spoke was obviously the stall owner, and as his words fell, the chaotic crowd started to cry. It became quiet for a moment.
The other stall owners smiled with satisfaction when they saw this, and then went about their business peacefully.
Chu Heng frowned at this time. He glanced at the stall and his face gradually began to darken!
“Damn it!”
After hearing him curse in a low voice, he threw off his long legs and walked quickly towards the stall.
Arrived at the outskirts of the crowd, he pushed aside the people in front of him arrogantly, squeezed directly into the front, and then stood in front of the stall with his arms folded, staring at the stall owner coldly.
The stall owner was completely wrapped up, with only a pair of shrewd eyes exposed to the air.
Even the most familiar people may not recognize him in person.
But Chu Heng didn’t even need to smell it. He could tell with just one glance that this person was old man Yan Muzeyan!
What he was selling was nothing but bags full of food!
If nothing unexpected happens, the original owner of these grains should be named Chu!
What the hell, why did old man Yan suddenly ask for so much food recently? He came here emotionally to do something for him!
Chu Heng knelt down with a dark face, gritted his teeth and stared at Yan Muze who was negotiating the price with someone, and said in a cold voice: "Yan, you are really good at playing!"
"Chu...Chu..."
Yan Muze looked at Chu Heng who suddenly appeared in panic. In the slightly cold temperature of late autumn, he broke out in a cold sweat.
At the same time, he was also very puzzled.
With Chu Heng's current status and wealth, why would he still appear in the ghost market?
Does your idle egg hurt?
(End of this chapter)