Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

The old man has white hair and looks like he has gone through many vicissitudes of life.

The old man saw Feng Qingran looking at him with a trembling look and did not dare to speak.

Feng Qingran walked sideways to the old man, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, and then she pretended to be cool and said: "Open the painting in your hand and show it to me."

Beside the old man, those who had been frightened by Feng Qingran suddenly changed their faces.

This little girl must have done it on purpose!

A man with a fierce look said in a cold voice: "Little girl, what's so good about a broken painting? We have something more precious than a painting here. If you don't even look at it, are you deliberately insulting us?"

"That's right! I thought you, little girl, knew what to buy, but I didn't expect that you only pick out rags to buy! You really have no sense..." A middle-aged aunt said in a strange tone.

"Little girl, don't blame me for not reminding you. This old man has deceived many people before. Do you think he is an old guy, what good stuff can he sell?" a woman said fiercely.

Another middle-aged man said: "Little girl, you are new here. You must listen to my advice. We will not harm you! You must not buy anything from him!"

……

Everyone talked to each other and tried to persuade Feng Qingran, trying desperately to prevent her from buying things from the old man.

The old man lowered his head, as if he did not dare to refute everyone.

"The rules here should be freedom of buying and selling. Can you guys shut up?" Feng Qingran had a pair of beautiful eyes, as bright as pearls and as brilliant as spring flowers, but her aura was as cold as ice.

When the others heard the word 'rules', they muttered angrily: "Huh! Just wait to be deceived, you stinky girl who doesn't know the heart of a good person!"

"Old man, please open the painting and let me take a look." Feng Qingran spoke like beads, her voice was clear, and her every move had a noble temperament, and she did not tolerate offense.

The others looked at each other a few times, and a light flashed in their eyes. This little girl was indeed fooled!

With trembling hands, the old man took a step back and said fearfully: "Girl, I don't dare sell this to you. Stop looking at it and leave quickly."

When Feng Qingran heard this, she turned around and left without any expression on her face.

Everyone was stunned. Why didn't this girl follow the routine?

She shouldn't ask the old man why because of his words?

Then the old man will suffer misfortune again, arousing her rebellious psychology and sympathy?

Then she insisted on buying the painting, and the old man took the opportunity to raise the price...

Everyone looked at each other, decided to change their strategy, and winked at a tall and thick man.

"Little girl, what do you mean by this? Are you kidding an old man?" A man rushed to Feng Qingran angrily, blocking Feng Qingran's way.

"If he doesn't let me look, I'll leave. Is there a problem?" Feng Qingran's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a breathtaking luster.

When Feng Qingran asked about the painting, she realized that the old man was with this group of people.

In an environment like the black market, no one can survive alone.

The man choked back his prepared words and looked at his accomplice not far away.

Feng Qingran ignored the man and wanted to go around him, but the man stretched out his arm to stop her.

"You can't leave! If you leave like this, he will definitely be bullied. I have been here for a long time and know more than you. The reason why he dare not sell things to you is because he is afraid of being beaten after you leave. "After the man finished speaking, he waited for Feng Qingran to speak.

Feng Qingran folded his arms, exuding a cold aura, "So? What does this have to do with me?"

"I don't care, you can't leave anyway. He is very pitiful. He has been bullied here and has no guests. You are the only person who has been willing to look at his paintings in the past few years." The man tried to arouse Feng Qingran's sympathy. .

Monks generally sympathize with and help the weak because doing so can accumulate merit and luck.

"But he doesn't agree with me buying his paintings. According to the rules of the black market, you can't buy or sell by force." Feng Qingran's apricot eyes were bright and clear, with a hint of coldness.

These people seemed to be deliberately trying to induce her to break the rules.

"How about I get him to agree to sell the painting to you?" the man suggested.

"As long as he agrees and the price is reasonable, I can buy the painting." Feng Qingran's eyes flashed with a deep light.

The man pretended to walk up to the old man and spoke out to persuade him, "Old man, don't worry, just sell your paintings, I will protect you."

The old man nodded tremblingly, and then opened the scroll for Feng Qingran to look at.

Feng Qingran's glass-like eyes were as bright as spring flowers, and she pretended to glance casually at the painting in front of her.

The mountains in the painting are continuous and winding, with purple mist lingering in the mountains. It seems that there are clusters of blue flames hidden under the misty purple mist.

There is also a looming jade building behind the mountain.

Above the mountains, thousands of golden rays of light fall, making the entire painting become dreamlike.

The five elements in the painting are gathered together, and they are present in both heaven and earth. There is reality in the void, and it is all-encompassing.

Feng Qingran's eyes were as bright as the spring moon. This painting looked extraordinary, all because of the artist's profound skill.

But there is a strange aura hidden in the scroll of her painting.

"How many spiritual stones are there in this painting?" Feng Qingran lowered his head and spoke brightly, but his voice was still cold.

"One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones." The old man whispered.

Feng Qingran hasn't spoken yet.

The man was the first to exclaim: "Old man, the value of this painting is obviously one million spiritual stones, how can you only sell it for one hundred thousand!"

"Hmph! This old man must have paid a low price intentionally because he thought the girl was good-looking."

"Yes, when the person in front of me sold, he always asked for more than one million..."

Feng Qingran listened quietly to the voice in her ears, and asked in a cold voice: "One hundred thousand is too expensive, I can only give fifty thousand."

Crowd: ...

Did they spend so long co-writing in vain?