With an eight-treasure box stuffed in her hand, Manshu was somewhat at a loss.
"Okay, grandpa bought it for you. Do you still want to go out? Let's play with it."
It’s not like Professor Yan couldn’t afford the money, so how could he ask Manshu to give it to him?
The granddaughter finally took a fancy to an object. Can he be stingy?
Then why would he bring his granddaughter to join in the fun?
Manshu hugged the eight-treasure box and continued walking with Professor Yan.
She accidentally turned around and saw the old man closing his stall.
So early?
Manshu was stunned. There was still half an hour before the ghost market ended.
"Don't look back. That old man is very weird. Every time he opens a stall, no matter how big or small, he closes it."
Professor Yan took her head back.
Obviously knew what she was looking at.
Manshu didn't know why, so he forcibly controlled himself not to absorb the spiritual energy from the Eight Treasure Box.
She looked at Professor Yan: "Why, aren't others eager to sell more things and make more money?"
Although the antique market does not open for three years, it will last for three years after opening.
But who would mind having too much money?
Professor Yan only gave out 20,000 yuan just now. Logically speaking, the old man didn't make much, right?
"It's a quirk, who knows." Professor Yan didn't care much.
Manshu also saw some stalls displaying vinyl records and some Western gadgets from the last century.
These are not expensive, but they are now collectible, and can cost tens of thousands of dollars.
However, she is not very interested in these.
It reminds me that Qi Yu's birthday is coming soon.
The guy made a fuss and informed Manshu in advance, saying that he wanted her to remember to give gifts when the time came.
I heard that Qi Yu likes to collect vinyl records like this. Should she buy one as a gift to him?
Manshu hesitated and sent a message to Qi Yu.
She regretted it after sending it.
Isn't it disturbing people's dreams by sending this message in the middle of the night?
What's more, at this point, Qi Yu should have already fallen asleep.
As a result, before she had time to put away her phone, she was bombarded with text messages from Qi Yu one after another.
——Not sleeping yet?
——Sister Manshu, what do you mean, do you want to give me a vinyl record?
——Sister, were you kidnapped? Why did you suddenly send me a message?
——Reply to me quickly. If you don’t reply within one minute, I will call the police.
Manshu quickly replied to his message, saying that he was visiting the ghost market and saw old records and wanted to ask him if he wanted them.
"Yes, must!"
"Whose record is it? Forget it. No matter whose record it is, you can buy it for me."
Manshu didn't find it strange, but the value of records was also different.
Manshu took a look at the records on the stall and finally chose one.
The other party asked for 18,000 yuan, and Manshu counter-offered 8,000 yuan.
The two of them kept going back and forth, and the final price was set at 12,000.
It's actually not cheap.
However, Professor Yan can understand it.
He was a college student of that era, and he also had these things at home.
But I liked it in the early years, but now it’s better to listen to the drama and enjoy it.
When she said she bought it for a friend, Professor Yan didn't say anything.
As soon as four o'clock passed, the stalls here began to close one after another. Until four thirty, the street was almost quiet and there was no one around.
At this time, Professor Yan took Manshu home to sleep.
From the beginning to the end, Ms. Qin Ru had no idea that the grandfather and grandson had ever gone out.
It wasn't until the next morning, when neither her grandfather nor her grandson could get up, that she heard from the nanny that she saw Professor Yan and Manshu going out.
Ms. Qin Ru had no idea what the two men were doing behind her back.