stole a little zombie

The big leak is not that you want to pick it up, you can pick it up if you want to.

To be reasonable, in fact, Bei Haoran and Tang Xiaoxiao haven’t been to Antique Street for a long time. At first, they were busy with their studies, then they were busy with opening a studio, and then they went to Zhuang Yijing’s house during the summer vacation. up.

It's a pity that they think so, but others don't.

Bei Haoran only realized something was wrong after wandering around for a while.

First of all, the attitude of the people at the antique stand is very strange. The look of being sleepy in the summer heat, but the moment they saw Bei Haoran's presence, they immediately lit up and began to sell their own goods with great enthusiasm. They asked Bei Haoran if he was particularly interested In the eyes, that is really a spit.At first, Bei Haoran thought it was because of the hot weather and less business.But later, he didn't think so, because when he proposed to buy a fancy gadget, the stall owner refused to sell it.

When meeting the first one like this, Bei Haoran thought he was crazy.Meeting the second one, Bei Haoran felt unlucky.When meeting the third one, Bei Haoran knew something was wrong...

He said to Tang Xiaoxiao: "Do you think it's weird?"

"Yeah." Tang Xiaoxiao nodded, "It's a little weird. I went to three stalls, but none of them had anything from before the Qing Dynasty. Is this still called Antique Street? It can be called Modern Street."

Bei Haoran was a little ashamed, he thought there must be a ghost here.

Sure enough, at the fourth stall, they encountered the same situation again.Bei Haoran stopped doing it now, holding the porcelain bowl he casually used as bait and said, "You are a stall trader, I want to buy, why don't you sell it?"

"You also said that this is my stall." The old man who set up the stall changed his enthusiasm just now, and said with a tiger's face, "I can't decide who sells my things to? Young man, put the things down and let's go." Walk."

"If you don't make it clear today, I won't leave." Bei Haoran was stubborn, "I won't buy anything from you anymore, but as long as you come here, I will drive him away."

"Who do you think you are? City management?" The uncle said disdainfully, "The city management doesn't have the right. I'm operating legally."

While talking, the customer came to the door. It was a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a Chinese tunic suit. He was still holding a thermos cup in his hand. The red wolfberry was floating in the water.He was also straightforward, squatting down as soon as he came, and stretched out his palm to a vase on the booth.

"Oh, you really have a good eye, and you fell in love with this baby right away." The uncle didn't care about being aggressive with Bei Haoran, and began to trick the newcomer with a big smile on his face. He gave a thumbs up and said, "This is the white porcelain from the Cifeng Kiln of the Song Dynasty. I broke my legs and finally got it from the countryside. Look at the glaze color and listen to the sound, isn't it... "

What the uncle said was a hype, even the middle-aged man was fascinated by it.

Seeing that the inquiry was about to come, Bei Haoran slowly interjected beside him: "This one is a bit old, something made in the 90s of the last century must have been around for 30 to 200 years, it is indeed a good thing , I think it's worth [-] yuan."

Uncle stall owner: "..."

"Really?" The middle-aged man still couldn't believe it, "You are young, do you understand this?"

The uncle stall owner looked happy, and was about to continue fooling around, but he saw Bei Haoran sneer: "If you want to be cheated of money, of course I can't stop you. If you can't make up your mind, it's best to find someone you can trust. You are not the only one who has been slaughtered in this street."

These words were pertinent and reasonable, and the middle-aged Yang Sheng retreated immediately, and after carefully looking at the white porcelain vase, he finally put it down and left with some reluctance.

The stall owner was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother, and he did. He squatted on the ground, pointed at Bei Haoran's nose and scolded: "You bastard, I fucked your mother?! Outsiders are not allowed to do business at the antique stall. Cut in, if you break this rule today, don’t even think about working in the antique shop.”

Tang Xiaoxiao rushed forward and slapped the uncle's hand open: "Who are you scolding, old man!"

The old man fell down, lying on the ground and shouting: "Oh, you beat the old man! You killed someone... Hurry up and call the police, let's all come and see..."

It's not a sunny day now, and the antique stalls are slowly gaining popularity. The uncle's call like this has indeed attracted many people.

Tang Xiaoxiao panicked for a moment, looked at her hands and said, "No... no... I didn't use my strength... I..."

Bei Haoran frowned, protected Tang Xiaoxiao behind him, picked up the porcelain vase that Yang Sheng had just seen, and smashed it.

There was a crisp bang, and many people were dumbfounded.

Especially the uncle, everyone forgot about it, sat up and questioned: "What are you doing?"

"This one is from 1990, and it's worth a hundred at most! This one is from [-] years, so let's count you four hundred, and this..." Not only did Bei Haoran not answer him, but he raised his hands and dropped them, smashing them several times. , "Don't you sell it? I smashed it and bought it. The [-]s are used as antiques. Aren't you blackmailing people? Call more people to come and have a look, let everyone see you, an old liar, the goods on the stall How did it all come here...Come on, I will help you make a name for yourself today, and see if you can't get along or I can't get along. It's only a few thousand yuan if you smash all your things. Say, it's a drop in the bucket!"

Saying so, Bei Haoran smashed a copper censer again, the censer bounced a few times, but it was not broken, Bei Haoran ran over it with his foot, and it was deflated.This time, it was a bad breath, which made people feel refreshed.Bei Haoran thought, I am quite strong.

The uncle was dumbfounded, and the spectators were also dumbfounded. It might be the first time he encountered such a hooligan approach, but the years reported by Bei Haoran were indeed a bit surprising.Many people pointing fingers——

"That inkstone is said to have been used by Tang Bohu..."

"That jade pendant is even more exaggerated. It is said to be from the Tang Dynasty."

"Is your heart too dark?"

"You can sell the whole stall for a few thousand yuan? Wow, isn't there a real guy in the old man?"

"Maybe there are no real things at home?"

……

The surrounding discussion made the uncle dizzy, he screamed: "Stop it, what do you want to do?"

"Don't do anything, who told you to touch my boyfriend... my friend's?" Bei Haoran said, "Tit for tat."

"Okay, okay, okay if I don't cheat? Don't smash it! Stop it!" The uncle directly admitted defeat, not because he couldn't cheat, but because he was really afraid that he would become famous in the first battle and let the bottom go. Antique Street really can't get along.

Not to mention, this kid's eyes are really sharp, how did he see that those things were made in the past few years?

"Okay..." Hearing his begging for mercy, Bei Haoran stopped paying, gathered up the trash, and put it in his backpack, "It's gone, there's no fun to watch."

The spectators were still a little bit reluctant to part with them, standing by the side to see if it was true or not.As a result, Bei Haoran took Tang Xiaoxiao and left first, and the uncle also started to close the stall. Seeing that there was really no good show, everyone regretted it and left in a hurry.

Before the stall was confiscated, Bei Haoran turned back.

"What are you doing?" the uncle asked vigilantly, clutching his bag.

"There is another question, why no one is willing to sell me a thing even when I go to three stalls? They don't hate me, they are very kind to show me the goods." Bei Haoran threw away the crumpled copper stove in his hand.

The corner of the uncle's mouth twitched.

"Aren't you going to tell me this time?" Bei Haoran looked at him with a smile, "Even if you don't tell me, it shouldn't be hard to find out, right?"

This is the truth. There are too many people who know about it. If there is someone who is not tight-lipped, it is not a secret at all.The uncle also couldn't figure out why he kept his mouth shut just now, and said with a sullen face: "You didn't know what you did yourself? You took two shots a year ago, and you picked up two big leaks. Everyone who does business in Antique Street knows this Now, who dares to sell your things? Aren’t you afraid that you will be taken advantage of and regret it? However, we are still very happy to show you the goods and let you hold your eyes.” The uncle said not without malice, “ It's just that, if you want to buy anything in this antique street, it's hard..."

Bei Haoran understood after a little thought.

Zhao Kangsheng was by his side when he shot at Baochanglou.Although I frightened him not to disclose the news to the Kong family, I didn't expect him to publicize it to the people in Antique Street.Alas, he is still young and has little experience. Now, his name may be on the "blacklist" of all stall owners.Bei Haoran pondered for a while, but couldn't come up with any good idea. It seems that he had to find the leak in another place.

Thinking of this, Bei Haoran had no choice but to drag the disappointed Tang Xiaoxiao home.

He didn't know that in the pavilion behind the stall, there was someone staring at them all the time.

Seeing the backs of the two disappearing at the corner of the street, Scarface opened the window wider. He sneered and asked the guy next to him: "Are you really so amazing? You can tell the year at a glance?"

"Oh, fifth master, how dare I lie to you?" The guy in his early thirties said with a sneer, "Although this guy only made two shots, he hit every time. Looks good too, look at the old man's reaction, and you'll know it's right."

"Hehe..." Scarface rubbed his chin, "Smashing things really suits my temper. Xiao Lu, go and check him for me. He has vision and blood, this time we need this kind of talent."

Xiao Lu was a strong man with a gangster face, more exposed than a scarred face. Hearing this, he nodded and only asked, "What if he doesn't want to?"

"Is there anyone who doesn't want to be targeted by us?" The fifth master with a scar face gave him a sideways look, "How to do it, you still need me to teach?"

The "old" guy couldn't help shivering twice, and mourned silently for the young man who looked like a college student just now, I'm sorry, please ask yourself...

Xiao Lu nodded and went downstairs to work.

Fifth Master stared at the gradually darkening sky for two seconds, and finally muttered in confusion: "Why does the blond boy next to him look familiar?"

The author has something to say:

Why didn't Master Wu recognize Tang Xiaoxiao?Because after Tang Xiaoxiao sucked blood, he became bigger. He used to look like Tang Dada's age, and he was five or six years younger than he is now.Another thing is that the new job is more energy-intensive than I imagined. There is too much competition between work, writing, and personal life. Maybe it will be updated five times a week in the future, and it will not be possible to update daily.Feel sorry.