When I dragged the box into the market through the north gate, the first thing I saw was the greenhouse area. Good guy. It happened to be Saturday that day, so it was not an exaggeration to say that there were crowds of people.

Vajra Bodhi, beeswax, pine, porcelain miscellaneous items, jade and jewelry, bronze weapons, stone carvings, rubbings, embroidered calligraphy and paintings, I really have everything. I opened my eyes and was dazzled.

Of course, most of them are fake, and there are very few real people on the greenhouse stalls.

I was happy and thought to myself: "It's all fake here. I've collected all my things myself. They are real old things and they should be sold out soon."

Seeing that there was an empty stall in the shed, I was about to take out the things to set up the stall.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A bald stall owner next to me stopped me.

"Set up a stall," I said.

"Set up a stall? Is this your stall? Just set it up? Let's go, go, little brat get out of here."

I gritted my teeth and said, "I want to set up a stall. Is this your stall? I will give you the money. How much do you want?"

The bald man's eyes rolled, and he immediately smiled and said, "One hundred yuan, just give it one hundred yuan."

"What! It costs one hundred yuan!"

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"Why is it so expensive!"

He squinted his eyes and said, "Just this price, if you don't put it, leave quickly and don't stop me from doing business."

There are less than a hundred left in my pocket now. After gritting my teeth, I gave him ninety after bargaining.

Now, I only have three dollars left in my body.

The bald man received the money and kept laughing.

Unexpectedly, I just opened the stall and the things were halfway there, and the loudspeaker of the antique market began to ring.

"Dear travelers and merchants, Panjiayuan fresh goods market has reached its closing time. Please bring your own items and leave the market in an orderly manner. I wish you a happy shopping and a prosperous business."

As soon as the horn sounded, the stall owners around began to close the stalls.

I was stupid at that time, I haven't done it yet

I said to the bald man angrily: "You refund me the money. The market is about to close now, and I haven't started to put it in it yet."

"Bah!" The bald man spitted a mouthful of phlegm and scolded me with a cold face: "You are paralyzed, why didn't you put it on? You're supporting your cloth! That's all! The money is impossible to get back!"

My eyes turned red and I became anxious. I grabbed his arm and refused to let go, yelling to ask him to pay me back the money.

"Go to the fuck!" He kicked me hard in the stomach.

I was only 17 at the time and I had a hit with this person anywhere. I couldn't straighten my waist even in pain.

There were fewer and fewer people around me. Everyone packed up their stalls and pulled them away, and the bald man who kicked me left.

In the cold winter, although Beijing is not as cold as Mohe, it is also very cold at night.

The market security guard held the big dog and saw that I closed my stall slowly, he kept urging me, saying that if I was late, I would be fined.

The sky was short and the night was long. When I dragged the box out of the market, it was already dark, I was cold and hungry, and I only had three dollars on my body.

After sitting on a stool on the roadside for half an hour, I found out that there was an Internet cafe in the west of Warwick Bridge, about two kilometers away.

I dragged the box over there again. Unexpectedly, when I came to the Internet cafe, I asked, and the cheapest machine for opening a night is ten yuan, and I don’t have enough money.

The idea of ​​living in an Internet cafe has also been shattered.

It was so cold outside that I couldn't stand it, so I pulled the box and hid in an Atm self-service bank.

From time to time, people come in to withdraw money, and they all look at me with strange eyes.

The ground was very cold, and I couldn't sleep so much that I put on my cotton jacket and curled up against the corner of the wall.

After two or three hours, I was confused and someone patted me.

I looked up and found that it was an aunt in her fifties. The aunt was holding a little white dog in her hand. She was probably a resident of the community near Jinsong.

"Young man, how can you sleep in this cold day?"

"I just bought two sesame cakes, and they are still hot. If you don't dislike it, just eat it. Let's put it here for you," the aunt shook her head and placed the plastic bag on the red iron box containing the fire extinguisher.

The aunt left the things and left. I was so hungry that I roared, and finally went to get the plastic bag.

The sesame cake is a dried sesame cake with sesame seeds, which is crisp and fragrant.

As I ate, I cried.

"Did you just give up like that?"

"Don't others look down on our house even more when they go back?"

"No, no," I cheered myself up over and over again, "Xiang Yunfeng, you will definitely become a rich man."

At eight o'clock in the morning, I came to Panjiayuan again. Because I had no money to pay the stall fee, I could only pull the box and keep going around. Seeing someone looking at the porcelain, I would come up and ask, "Brother, do you want to see mine.

Porcelain is all old and can be sold at the right price.”

At this time, the loudspeaker in the market rang again.

"Dear tourists, please be careful of illegal vendors following you. Please take care of your property so as not to be deceived."

As soon as the loudspeaker was released, the man's eyes changed when he looked at me and he hurriedly ran away.

I asked several people in a row, and everyone thought I was an illegal person and a fraud dealer.

Then I entered an antique shop with a try-out attitude and asked the shop owner if he would collect porcelain.

The shop owner said unrestrainedly: "What's the matter? Take it out and take a look."

I was delighted and I put the flat trolley box and opened it.

"Well, these things are not very good. They are all old. How much do you plan to sell this pair of gill bottles?" The boss pointed to a pair of gill bottles from the late Qing Dynasty in the box.

After swallowing, I said carefully: "Can a pair give eight hundred in the late Qing Dynasty?"

"What's the thing? Eight hundred!" The boss glared: "At most, 150 yuan, will you sell it?"

"One pair is only one hundred and five?" My heart was cold.

I collected it from the mountainous area and took a hard-seat train of more than 2,000 kilometers to the cold and hungry. It took a hundred to collect it!

Only earned fifty dollars?

I was so angry that my face turned red and I packed it up. When the boss saw that I was leaving, he immediately said, "Hey, don't panic. If it really doesn't work, I'll add twenty to you. How about one hundred and seven?"

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I endured the attack and thought my offer was reasonable, but I was insulted so much.

"Your twenty dollars are kept for your own money!"

When people are angry, they can't listen. The young man is even more angry. I don't care and just pull the box out of the store.

I hadn't given up yet, so I was about to go outside the market. But when I went out, I saw that the urban management was confiscating things, and several guys who fought guerrillas to sell fake goods had their things confiscated.

I was so scared that I immediately gave up the idea.

There is no way out for heaven.

Just when I was in despair, I met an old man. The old man said, "Young man, this Panjiayuan has a lot of people for six days, and the stalls are very expensive. You can try it at Baoguo Temple. I heard that the stalls there are not money."

When I heard this good news, I was immediately overjoyed and rushed to Guang'anmen Baoguo Temple with a box.
Chapter completed!