Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

I dragged my suitcases into the market from the north gate, and the first thing I saw was the shed area. Good guy, it happened to be a Saturday, so it’s no exaggeration to say that it was crowded.

Rudraksha Bodhi, beeswax turquoise, miscellaneous porcelain, jade jewelry, bronze weapons, stone carving rubbings, embroidery, calligraphy and painting, there is really everything.

Of course, most of them are fake, and there are very few real ones on the stalls in the greenhouse.

I was amused and thought: "It's all fake here, I collected all my stuff, it's real old stuff, it should be sold out soon."

Seeing an empty stall in the shed, I prepared to take out my things and set up a stall.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A bald stall owner next to me stopped me.

"Set up a stall," I said.

"Setting up a stall? Is this your stall and you just set it up? Go, go, get out of here, little brat."

I gritted my teeth and said, "I want to set up a stall. Is this your stall? If I give you money, how much do you want?"

The bald man rolled his eyes, and he immediately smiled and said, "100 yuan, if you give it 100 yuan, you can put it on."

"What! It's 100 yuan!"

"Why is it so expensive!"

He squinted and said, "That's the price, if you don't want to sell it, go quickly, don't stop me from doing business."

I have less than one hundred left in my pocket. I gritted my teeth and after bargaining, I gave him ninety.

Now, now I only have three yuan left in my whole body.

The bald man took the money and kept laughing.

Unexpectedly, I had just rolled out the stall, and the things had just been placed halfway, and the big horns in the antique market began to sound.

"Dear tourists and merchants, the Panjiayuan Flea Market has reached its closing time. Passengers, please take your belongings and leave the market in an orderly manner. I wish you a happy shopping and a prosperous business."

As soon as the horn sounded, the stall owners all around began to close their stalls.

I was so stupid at the time, I haven't put it on yet...

I angrily said to the bald man: "You refund me the money, the market is going to be closed now, I haven't started to sell yet."

"Bah!" The bald man spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and scolded me with a cold face: "You're paralyzed, why didn't you show off! You're already stretched! That's a show! There's no way you can get your money back!"

My eyes were red and I was impatient. I grabbed his arm and didn't let go, yelling for him to return the money to me.

"Fuck you son of a bitch!" He kicked me hard in the stomach.

I was only 17 at the time, and I couldn't even stand up because of the pain.

There were fewer and fewer people around me, everyone put away their tricycles and took them away, and the bald man who kicked me also left.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, although Beijing is not as good as Mohe, it is also very cold at night.

The security guard at the market led the big dog. Seeing that I was slow to close the stall, he kept urging me, saying that if I was late, I would be fined.

The days were short and the nights were long, and by the time I dragged my suitcase out of the market, it was already dark, I was cold and hungry, and I only had three dollars on me.

After sitting on a bench by the side of the road for half an hour, I found out that there is an Internet cafe on the west side of Warwick Bridge, about two kilometers away.

I dragged my suitcase and walked over there again. Unexpectedly, when I asked at the Internet cafe, the cheapest machine cost [-] yuan to open a package night, and I didn’t have enough money.

The idea of ​​living in an Internet cafe was also shattered.

It was so cold outside that I couldn't take it anymore, so I took my suitcase and hid in an ATM self-service bank.

From time to time, people came in to withdraw money, and they all looked at me strangely.

It was very cold on the ground, and I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't sleep, so I put on a cotton coat and a hat, and curled up against the corner.

After two or three hours, in a daze, someone patted me.

I looked up and saw that it was an aunt in her 50s with a little white dog in her hand, probably a resident of the neighborhood near Jinsong.

"Young man, why are you sleeping here in such a cold day?"

"I just bought two sesame seed cakes, and they are still warm. Eat them if you don't like them. I put them here for you," the aunt shook her head, and put the plastic bag on the red iron box containing the fire extinguisher.

My aunt left her things and left. My stomach was growling with hunger, and I finally went to get the plastic bag.

The sesame seed cake is a dry sesame seed cake, which is crispy and fragrant.

Eating and eating, I cried.

"Do you just give up?"

"Won't others look down on our family even more when we go back?"

"No, I won't," I encouraged myself over and over again, "Xiang Yunfeng, you will definitely become a rich man."

At [-]:[-] in the morning, I came to Panjiayuan again, because I had no money to pay the booth fee, so I could only drag the box around and see someone looking at the porcelain, I would go up and ask: "Brother, do you want to see my porcelain?" Porcelain is old and can be sold at the right price.”

At this time the big horns in the market sounded again.

"Dear tourists, please be careful of unscrupulous traders following you, please take good care of your belongings, so as not to be deceived."

As soon as the loudspeaker was played like this, the way the man looked at me changed, and he ran away quickly.

After asking several people in a row, they all thought that I was a lawbreaker and a scammer.

Then I went into an antique shop with the mentality of giving it a try, and I asked the shop owner if he would accept porcelain.

The shop owner said indifferently: "What is it, take it out and have a look."

Overjoyed, I flattened the trolley case and opened it.

"Well, these things are not very good, old is old, how much do you plan to sell this pair of bile bottles?" The boss pointed to a pair of late Qing Dynasty blue bile bottles in the box.

Swallowing my saliva, I said cautiously: "Late Qing Dynasty, can you give...[-] for a pair?"

"What the hell? Eight hundred!" The boss glared, "I'll give you one hundred and fifty at most, will you sell it or not?"

"...one pair is only one hundred and fifty?" My heart was cold.

I took it from the mountainous area, and sat on a hard-seat train for more than 2000 kilometers with the cold and hunger, and it cost [-] to take it back!

Only earned 50 yuan?

I was so angry that my face was flushed, and I packed the box immediately. When the boss saw that I was going to leave, he immediately said, "Hey, don't panic, if it doesn't work, I'll add another twenty, how about one hundred and seventeen? "

I tried my best not to have an attack. I thought my offer was reasonable, but I didn't expect to be so insulted.

"Your 20 yuan, keep it for yourself!"

When people are angry, they can't listen to what they say, and the young man is even more angry. I ignored it and walked out of the store with the box.

I haven't given up yet, I'm going to go outside the market, but when I go out, I see that the urban management is confiscating things, and several guerrilla sellers have confiscated their things.

I was so scared that I immediately dismissed the idea.

But there is no way out.

Just when I was losing all hope, I met an old man who said, "Young man, there are a lot of people in Panjiayuan on the [-]th, and the stalls are very expensive. You can go to Baoguo Temple to try it. I heard that the stalls over there don't cost money."

When I heard the good news, I was overjoyed and rushed to Baoguo Temple in Guang'anmen with my suitcase.

The free booth at Baoguo Temple is my last chance.