Practicing business and practicing medicine

Influenced by his grandfather, Bian Mu has always had the habit of checking the local chronicles of various places. According to the local local chronicles of Lijin, the Huatian Ghost Market appeared as early as the Ming Dynasty and the Central Dynasty, and its scale was quite large.

Later, as the times changed, the Huatian ghost market opened and closed intermittently, and hundreds of years passed.

After getting off the taxi, the bustling scene with bright lights, cleanliness, and bustling crowds completely overturned the local chronicle image in Bian Mu's mind.

This is a completely modern and formal night market!

Bian Mu regretted a little. If he had known this, he would have asked classmate Xiao He to go out together. At least he would have a companion!

Following the natural flow of people, Bian Mu Xinma wandered around for a while, feeling quite emotional.

"It has to be a big city! Look how rich the level of nightlife is here. It can't be compared to a small county town!" Bian Mu thought to himself.

Specialty snack area, barbecue area, special pasta area... I walked through the area and looked around for the second-hand goods trading area.

"Sir! 90% new machine, only one thousand! It's absolutely genuine, let's take a look?" Suddenly, several men's voices came from behind Bian Mu's right side.

Turning his head, he saw a lean man wearing a thickened trench coat. The trench coat did not match his height and figure. I really don't know where he got such a piece of clothing.

Many pockets have been added to the lining of the windbreaker, which are simple and practical. Bian Mu's eyes are sharp. At a glance, the pocket lining seems to be lined with a more wear-resistant material such as leather. There are different colors in each pocket. There are different models of mobile phones. No need to ask, you can see that they are veterans who have been doing street running for many years.

The origin of mobile phones is definitely not the right one.

This is the reaction of normal people. Even if it is not stolen, it is a refurbished machine or an assembled machine or something.

Bian Mu smiled, changed direction and walked forward.

The sudden appearance of the man just now finally made Bian Mu feel a little bit of the "weird atmosphere" that a ghost market should have.

The used goods area finally appeared in front of us. Compared with the previous shopping areas, the light here was obviously much dimmer. I don't know whether it was intentional by the merchants or whether it was this characteristic of serious ghost markets.

Is the lighting dim and easy to manipulate? !

Bian Mu couldn't help but be a little more careful.

Keeping Lao Pei's advice in mind, Bian Mu only focused on finding a plan that suited him. Along the way, no matter who approached him in any way, Bian Mu responded with a smile and various subtle and polite gestures. gesture.

The stall owners really fooled him into thinking that this boy was young, gentle and elegant, and that he was probably a "white scholar".

The so-called "white scholar" is the lingo of the ghost market, which refers specifically to the kind of sinister character who is young, has a deep background, has a pretty face, and hides his evil deeds.

Bian Mu was smart, and after slowly inspecting it for about ten minutes, he saw some signs.

It is obvious that the things sold in the flea market are all divided into categories. I don’t know whether it is a natural pattern or the result of overt and covert struggles between merchants and stall owners.

Forcibly suppressing the curiosity that kept rising in his heart, Bian Mu concentrated on looking for stalls selling abacus, calculators, second-hand books... and the like. He basically didn't even look at the other second-hand goods.

I was a little tired from walking, so I finally found a stall and looked around at its stalls. Hey! Either you can't find it, or you kick out a large piece of it.

After squatting and watching for a long time, I realized that this shop's arsenal was an imitation made by a small private workshop. The work was a bit rough, and the burrs on both the copper and iron parts had not been polished yet.

Find another one.

After wandering around seven or eight houses, Bian Mu finally spotted one. It was a red copper product, an old one, patinated like water, with a little bit of trachoma, no problem.

"Boss! How much does this set cost?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"1500!"

"So expensive? Isn't this just an ordinary casting? The trachoma is obvious, and the function is a bit single, so don't order it!"

The stall owner is an old man in his early fifties, bald, not tall, but his eyes are somewhat shrewd.

"Looking at you, you look gentle and gentle, and you probably know something about operations research, so I just quoted you 1,500. If it had been anyone else, I would have asked for at least 3,000." Yes! The stall owner was still in high spirits, and he and Bian Mu even started to engage in Jianghu routines.

I didn't like anything at all, so I just asked casually to inquire about the price and explore the market. When I heard that the stall owner was talking about ghost market style, Bian smiled, cupped his hands, stood up and continued walking forward.

One stall next to the other, each stall has a variety of materials, sizes, and quantities. However, at least half of them are made very crudely. Regardless of whether they are expensive or not, they are definitely inconvenient to use.

"Young man! You've been hanging around here for a long time. What kind of plan do you want?" Suddenly, a tall and thin old man greeted Bian Mu with a smile.

Seeing that the old man's temperament was quite leisurely, Bian Mu moved a small bench and sat down to chat with the old man for a few words.

"For your own use, it's best if it has all the functions and is old-fashioned."

"Tell me earlier! I have it! You look like a novice at first glance. This is a ghost market. Who will show you the good stuff? Why don't you get melons!" As he spoke, the old man stood up and walked over. Under a big tree nearby, he opened a rainproof cloth and rummaged inside for a long time to find something wrapped in fine linen.

"Open it and try it, see if it works!" the tall and thin old man said with a smile.

Bian Mu didn't dare to take action directly. He smiled and said to the old man: "I don't like the thing, so I don't dare to touch it. Please open it and take a look."

"Hey! You're pretending to be an expert with me! If I really plan to plot against you, can you not use the condom?! Haha..." As he spoke, the tall and thin old man opened the cloth bag, and a cowhide sleeve slowly appeared inside. The cowhide cover is newly made, and the rough edges are still fresh. There are a lot of chips inserted into the cowhide cover. They are metal. The number should be correct by visual inspection. They are long and short, cylindrical, three-sided, six-sided... ...it looks quite complete.

"If you really want it, how much will it cost?"

"There is nothing wrong with the things. It has been passed down for more than a hundred years at least. The things that were lost in the ancestral home of the young prisoner of the school. The cowhide cover was made by me later. It is not valuable. You have to see how it is done and give it to me. 800!”

"800... is a bit expensive! Then let me give it a try!" As he spoke, Bian Mu took out a trial business sign, a final business sign, a residual business sign, and two difference sign, and tried I did a small arithmetic problem of "square and circle" on the plastic sheet of the street stall.

Bian Mu learned this set of experience notes from the set of experience notes given by Lao Pei. It is a very classic calculation test question.

The tall and thin old man obviously knew his stuff. Seeing that Bian Mu was very skilled in his skills, the old man couldn't help but nodded slightly.

This set of arithmetic is very well made. It is made of copper alloy and its hardness is much better than that of pure copper. The symbols on the surface are very professional and delicate and will not change for hundreds of years.

Serious old stuff.

It was getting late, and Bian Mu had to work the early morning shift tomorrow, so he really didn't have time to wander around.

I lowered my head and counted the total number, yes, not one too many, not too few.

"Old man, it's not expensive even if it costs 1,000. The stuff is really good, yes! 800 is 800." Thinking of this, Bian Mu took out his mobile phone and prepared to pay according to the price.

"Wait a minute! It's really rare for people of your age to use this thing. Let's just take the 500 and remember my stall. Next time, bring more friends over to take a look and help me save a few more If it’s just one piece of goods, we’ll be even.”

"I will bother you some other time." After saying that, Bian Mu transferred 800 yuan to the old man.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and they were acquainted.

Putting away the arithmetic, he waved to the old stall owner, and Bian Mu quickly left the Huatian Ghost Market. He hailed a taxi on the street and sped towards the "Huikang" Hospital.