I love you, I won't kill you

Of course, Evelyn and other friends have been to this famous flea market before going to the Rose Bowl with Julie and Joanna to find second-hand goods.But the once-a-month flea fair always had her lumbering to the stadium's box office at 10 or 11 a.m.

Due to the regulations of the market administrator, the trading hours are from 9:2 am to [-]:[-] pm on the same day.Therefore, every time Evelyn went shopping, she couldn't spend much time and left the Rose Bowl with regret.

There are also Chinese friends or classmates who are traveling with her from time to time suggesting that she should go to the flea market to see more local fresh goods in Los Angeles or popular products that just went on the market this year but have soon withdrawn from the regular market.For example, the clothes, shoes and hats or cosmetics that girls like.

Coupled with the lack of financial ability to buy her own car, the little pocket money every month, and the nagging and worrying of her mother before she left, Evelyn quickly lost her love for the "flea event" held only once a month. interest of.

Now, when all the external conditions are met, the restlessness, activity and rebellion latent in the heart are fully stimulated.Unexpectedly, Joanna's question made her a little at a loss.

After spending today's unplanned $15, she whispered to Joanna, "Right now, all the cash I have on me is $215 and a few cents. Isn't that enough?"

"Well, $215 and some coins, seems to be enough. I think you should remember the policy of not accepting credit cards here."

"God, I really forgot about this. So, shall I get some cash right now?"

"Calm down, Evelyn. If you really like something but you don't have enough cash, you can book with the boss first. However, you must fulfill your promise after booking." Julie of the giveaway, said.

When Evelyn was about to leave, she said, "It's okay, I'll just drive to the nearest ATM and get some."

Joanna grabbed her, "Come back, little girl. Now, time is the most important thing."

"Oh, even if we don't get in early, we can still shop until 2 pm?"

"You know? There are some things that you will never see again when you look at them for the first time. And, there are many, many things here that are almost very rare on the market. So, timing is very important.

The three of them took their tickets and free dolls and gadgets, walked and chatted and entered the fair.Evelyn played with the car air conditioner doll clip in her hand, "Julie, why did they give this little thing away for free?"

Julie focused on the various antique items on the thrift stalls on both sides of the aisle, "Well, we paid an extra $15 to get in, which is one of the things they should do. Of course, each person is limited to one."

"But, I didn't see anyone guarding the 'FREETAKEONE' (take 1 for free) sign?"

"Of course. If you really want to get another one, you can. It's just that you will feel very embarrassed to get another one that is only worth $3 while others are watching."

It is indeed a great advantage to enter the flea market three hours before the official opening of the flea market.At least, you can choose antiques and current fashion products at each booth that are not seen or bought by other buyers in a pleasant mood.

The three of them strolled through the empty trading corridor in front of the unopened door, looking around with their eyes open.Although a few super buyers pulling large folding shopping trolleys passed by from time to time, it did not affect the mood of the three of them.

"My God! Joanna, is that really LV?" Evelyn shouted in disbelief when she walked to a booth selling bags and various leather bags.

"Well, it seems to be LV. Julie, what do you think?" Joanna glanced at the one-shoulder LV satchel hanging.

"Hmm, that's right. The condition looks like 8.5% new, without any maintenance, and the price is... 200 yuan." After touching the shoulder bag, Julie commented while looking at the price tag.

"Really? Only $200?"

"Yes. Look, these small bags of various colors and styles are all used by the stall owner himself."

It's just that Joanna doesn't have much interest in these bags.He yelled at the two, "Hey bitches, there's a lot of stuff here that we haven't seen."

Julie patted Evelyn on the shoulder, "Hey, let's go. If you really want to buy it, there will definitely be more in next month."

A few minutes later, Julie stood motionless in front of an old typewriter on a folding steel desk.Joanna also stood aside very curiously, "Wow. This is a real American 'Underwood' brand old-fashioned typewriter, which era?"

"Well, I think it is very likely that the typewriter was produced by Underwood in the early 20th century." Julie thought.

"There's a way. I'll find out by looking it up online." After speaking, Joanna took out the iPad from her huge satchel.

Evelyn stared enviously at the first-generation iPad tablet computer in her hand that was released at Apple's press conference in San Francisco in January 2010, "Joanna, what is the current market price of Apple's tablet computer? "

"Oh, I bought it for $499. Do you want to buy one too?" Joanna connected to the website and searched for information on the "Underwood" typewriter.

"I see. So, is it possible that the price of the first-generation iPad will be reduced now?"

"Hmm. If you really want to buy a reduced-price iPad, wait a few more months. Julie, I found out. This old-fashioned typewriter should have been produced in New York, USA in 1915."

After some inquiries with the stall owner, the two did not expect that it was really an "Underwood" brand antique typewriter produced in 1915.Perhaps, Evelyn still followed the shopping principle of hunting for novelty and fresh items, and she quietly walked to a nearby silverware and jewelry booth.

"Please, this is just an ordinary commodity in the New York office supplies market before 95. Does it really need to be sold for 150 dollars?" Julie said in a rare bargain with the white-haired and white-bearded stall owner.

"Hmm, it's not a lot. Now that you know the origin and brand value of this thing, then..." the stall owner said.

"Damn it. Joanna, what do you think?"

"$150 is indeed a bit expensive. But you can give it to Susan."

"why?"

"I think she helped you a lot with the case where you were being stalked. That included her dating a male detective."

"okay."

After paying a $50 deposit to the stall owner, the two were surprised to find that Evelyn had developed a strong interest in a large pile of silver utensils.Joanna asked her, "Hey, what did you see?"

Evelyn excitedly pointed to the pile of things she just bought, and exclaimed, "Look, there's a silver-plated spoon for $1, a small silver-plated flower basket for $8, an empty silver-plated wisp jewelry box for $8, and 10 $[-] silver-plated champagne ice bucket."

"Not bad. Well, pack up and go on." Julie said.

No matter which famous flea market in the world, there can be no old military supplies.From steel helmets, military uniforms, binoculars, belts, backpacks to magazine bags, machine gun bullet boxes, folding knives, officers' sabers, combat sabers, as long as they are related to military supplies, they can be found at the booth in front of the three of them. I can't find it.

When Evelyn picked up a World War II U.S. Army pistol holster to watch, she thought of the scene in the morning.Glancing at Julie who was sifting through items, she asked Joanna, "In the morning, I saw something under Julie's pillow. I think, you know what that is!?"

"Yeah. Uh, you know, there are some living things that are not suitable for you now."

"Come on, is that a living thing? It's obviously a pistol. As I remember, my daddy is a lieutenant in the LAPD."

Julie heard the conversation between the two of them, "Well, Evelyn, you are still a student at UCLA. When you graduate, I will tell you these things."

Evelyn said quickly, "Is it because of the self-defense incident at the gas station last time?"

"Maybe. Well, I don't want this topic to disturb our shopping mood today. Do you agree?"

"Okay, I agree."

Joanna called Evelyn to a glass counter at the military supplies booth, and asked off topic, "Hey, do you know how much that party notebook was issued by the Nazi Party in 1935?"

"What? A Nazi party notebook from 1935?? Well, maybe $50, I think?"

"No, it's $100."

"Damn it, German Nazis are selling so expensive? Is this stall owner crazy?"

"Okay, two ladies. That notebook is just a shell, and there's nothing in it." After Julie finished speaking, she looked disdainfully at an antique revolver in the glass counter.

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