It was a hairpin with an ancient shape, but it was not good-looking, and there were many rust marks on it.
It is nine inches long, with a small bird lying on the head of the hairpin, and its tail looks like a wheat ear, which naturally hangs down. Because there is too much rust, it is impossible to tell what kind of bird it is.
"Dude, how do you sell this thing?" Long Chen pointed at the hairpin and asked.
The stall was a thin man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, with a shrewd look on his face. When he saw Long Chen and Yu Qingxuan and others coming together, his eyes suddenly lit up:
"Brother, you really know the goods. Let me tell you, this is a peerless treasure. Hey, you heard me, don't go..."
Just as the man was about to start whistling, Long Chen got up and left, and the man hurriedly stood up.
Long Chen gave Yu Qingxuan a secret wink, Yu Qingxuan Bingxue was smart, and immediately understood, and walked forward along the path.
The shrewd-looking man was a little disappointed when he saw that Yu Qingxuan was not with Long Chen, but he still pulled Long Chen and said:
"Brother, don't go, we can't buy and sell benevolence and righteousness, listen to me about the origin of this phoenix glazed hairpin, it's not too late to go, even if you don't buy it, you'll gain knowledge, right? The so-called shopping around, for you , there's no harm!"
Well, as soon as Long Chen heard it, this guy didn't come to participate in the Three Thousand Worlds at all, or he came to fool people to sell things.
Long Chen glanced left and right, and seeing that no one was staring at them, Long Chen whispered to that person:
"Brother, we are all in the same industry, can you be more professional in selling black jobs? The phoenix hairpin is a pair. Only one phoenix and one phoenix can be combined into a complete hairpin. Who told you that a single hairpin can be called a phoenix hairpin, you It means a mandarin duck shovel, can there be only one shovel head?"
"This..." The man was slightly taken aback.
"In addition, your glass will rust? Just like you, how can you sell black jobs? People who do black jobs, how can you choose you, I also accept it." Long Chen shook his head.
"It turned out to be a senior, it's really rude." The man hurriedly clenched his fists at Long Chen.
The so-called selling black jobs is to sell some unseen things. The so-called unseen things do not mean unknown origins, but those treasures buried in the ground. To put it bluntly, they are the things in the tombs.
And those who do black work are tomb robbers, one robs tombs, and the other sells stolen goods. After all, Mo Nian is doing black work, but he has to give himself a title - archaeologist, in fact, this guy no matter whether he is in The Tianwu Continent was still in the Immortal Realm, and there were a lot of people selling black jobs.
Because some things are unsure of their value, or they are inconvenient to shoot, they are handed over to these people.
Because of the lack of visibility, many of the things that do black jobs are sold to black jobs at ultra-low prices, and those who sell black jobs usually make huge profits. Typically, they do not open for three years. eat for three years.
So, whoever takes a fancy to their things, they will flicker and slaughter to death, Long Chen pointed out the identity of that person, just let him stop making up stories and waste everyone's time.
Although Long Chen was rich enough to rival the country when he was in Tianwu Continent, Mo Nian was no worse than him, and he was equally rich, that is, someone helped him sell off the stolen goods, and he kept what he could use, and disposed of what he didn't need.
And the hairpin that Long Chen fancy is an object in a large tomb. If it is in the mortal world, some people may be taboo, but in the immortal world, everyone understands the meaning of life and death, and does not care about this at all.
The reason why some objects are hideous and called black work is because some objects have amazing origins. If they are treasures unique to a big power, if they are discovered, they will be hunted down to the ends of the earth.
Especially some objects are the burial objects of the ancestors. When these burial objects appear, later generations will know that the ancestral tombs have been stolen, and the graves are dug up. In the immortal world, it is also a great feud that never ends. Therefore, some objects cannot be seen in public and can only be kept privately. trade secretly.
"You're welcome, let me tell you this, I have long since switched careers. After all, although this thing is hugely profitable, it is too risky and not a long-term solution.
I'm here for the Three Thousand Worlds this time, but seeing so many people, I'm a little itchy again. I want to run a single line, catch two fat sheep, get some money, and cast a net like you, I am do not do. "Long Chen laughed.
Seeing that Long Chen said that he was running a single line, after casting the net, the alertness in the man's eyes was slightly lowered, knowing that Long Chen was indeed an insider.
The so-called casting net is that he flickers in the form of one-to-many stalls, while running a single line, only targeting one object, starting to lay out, laying the groundwork, introducing the other party into his own story step by step, and finally revealing the treasure to show the treasure. Sell at the highest price.
The method of casting a net can get more opportunities, but running a single line, if the technique is good, basically one run is accurate, and the success rate is very high, but the pre-layout layout is very time-consuming and labor-intensive.
"That senior means..." The man said tentatively.
"I'm here to see if there are any old objects that are suitable for running the rollers. It can be regarded as helping you to open up and help." Long Chen said.
"Thank you so much, senior. Feel free to choose, and I'll give you the most suitable price." The man was overjoyed. The so-called "running" means that it is easy to make up stories, make routines, and pretend to be inherited sacred objects.
Long Chen nodded and said, "I'll pick a few that are eye-catching, and I won't let you lose, as long as it's not too dark."
Long Chen was talking, picking and choosing, and took seven things, including the hairpin.
"Senior, you really have a vision..." the man said quickly.
"It's gotta, they're all people in the industry, let's stop playing tricks and give an affordable price." Long Chen hurriedly waved his hand.
"Sorry, this professional habit."
The man was a little embarrassed. In fact, even if someone picked up a piece of shit in his booth, he would say that the other party had vision.
"The few pieces you took, so let me give you a blood price of 100,000 yuan. I basically have no money." The man said sincerely.
"Well, the price is fair, then I'll pay you back." Long Chen said.
"Is this a counter-offer? How much do you still have?" The man said a little unhappily.
"Ten thousand" Long Chen stretched out a finger.
"Ten thousand? Senior, you are wrong, even if you kill me, you can't get this price? Absolutely not, at least, at least fifty thousand."
"A price of 30,000 yuan" Long Chen said.
"forty thousand"
"Three thousand five"
"Deal!" The man agreed with a painful expression.
"Your vision is not good, but your acting skills are good. Thirty-five thousand Immortal King Jing, you earned me thirty-two thousand with tears in your eyes." Long Chen smiled.
When Long Chen said this, the man's face changed, but when Long Chen threw the 35,000 Immortal King Crystal to him, he immediately smiled.
"Senior, what's the matter, I really didn't make any money, senior, if you want to take a look again, this time I'll give you a little cheaper." The man smiled and said, obviously, even if it is 32,000, this guy has made a lot of money.
Long Chen put away his things and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a woman walking over from a distance. Long Chen rolled his eyes and said to the man:
"Brother, my one-liner is here, you can cooperate with me and make money, we will add five by two."
After the sound transmission, Long Chen reached out to his booth, picked up a palm-sized bronze coffin, and gritted his teeth:
"Minimum 50 million? Can't it really be cheaper?"