Brunei Street is as lively as ever, with street stalls yelling everywhere, and the ground is full of all kinds of novelty things, some of which are fake and shoddy products at a glance, and some are deliberately old and stained with dirt, and then fool customers by saying It is an ancient object that came out of the soil. Of course, it is not ruled out that there will be a real one.
This has to test people's eyesight.
Yang Zimei remembered that there was a sensational pick-and-miss incident that happened here once, saying that an old man bought a blue-and-white porcelain for 300 yuan on a street stall, and it turned out that it was a precious and rare Yuan blue-and-white porcelain, worth millions, so , It also caused a frantic trend of finding antiques. Those who understand, those who don't understand, want to try their luck.
Yang Zimei also wanted to try her luck, but it's a pity that she didn't even have the cost to buy fakes before.
Now, she has three hundred dollars in her pocket, to see if she has this luck.
She searched the stalls one by one, to see if there was anything she could see.
It's a pity that she doesn't know anything about antiques, no matter what she looks at, she always thinks it's real or fake.
When she reached the stall set up by a middle-aged man, she found that among the pile of dark objects, there was something that suddenly glowed slightly blue.
She felt very strange, so she reached out to look for the shiny object.
The stall owner saw that she was a five-year-old girl, stopped her, and yelled, "Little sister, don't rummage around, where are your parents?"
"Uh... my parents are over there." Yang Zimei lied while pointing at a couple not far away.
"Go, go, go to your parents, don't mess with my things, my things are all antiques." The stall owner waved impatiently.
Yang Zimei saw that the shiny object was a small twisted wreath, gilded bronze, with some old mud still stained on it.
Why does this twist circle glow? There is no light source on it.
She couldn't figure it out, and became interested in it, and asked the stall owner: "How much is this twist ring?"
"Little sister, you like it, call your parents over, and I'll negotiate a price with them." Seeing the business coming, the stall owner couldn't care less about Yang Zimei's age.
"You can bargain with me. I have lucky money. If I tell them, they won't buy it." Yang Zimei said.
"How much lucky money do you have?"
"Don't worry about my New Year's money, just tell me how much it costs."
If you meet other people who want to buy this twist circle, the stall owner will definitely boast about it, saying that it is an ancient artifact unearthed in a certain age, etc., but now, facing a five-year-old child, he can't boast more No, it’s better to be more realistic, anyway, he bought this twist circle for one yuan and five dollars, to see if he could fool the little girl with a few more dollars, so he mysteriously stretched out a finger, "little sister, This is an antique, uncle saw that you liked it, so he sold it to you at a loss, one hundred yuan, do you have it?"
It's clearly a lie to a child! Someone next to him began to look at him with contempt.
"It's too expensive. I thought it was ten yuan at most." Yang Zimei exclaimed intentionally, "I just bought a nice toy yesterday, and it only cost five yuan. You old and worn-out iron ring, how can you buy it?" For so much money, uncle, don’t think that children are easy to cheat, so I won’t buy it, hum.”
Seeing the people around him looking at him with contempt, the stall owner felt that his psychological endurance was a bit weak, and he couldn't keep his face. Anyway, he made a lot of money with ten yuan, so he hurriedly looked at a loss, "Okay Alright, ten yuan is ten yuan, for the sake of being so cute, I gave you a loss."
"Ten yuan can buy a lot of candy, five yuan, uncle, okay?" Yang Zimei looked at the stall owner with big "innocent and cute" eyes.
Seeing her eyes, the stall owner felt that if he didn't sell it to her, it would be a crime. Forget it, it's worthless anyway, five yuan is five yuan.
"Five yuan for you!" The stall owner said unwillingly as he stuffed the doughnut into Yang Zimei's hand.
"Thank you uncle." Yang Zimei took out five yuan with a smile on his face, took the twist circle away, and searched repeatedly for where it was shining, but he couldn't find it.