The tea seller was stunned when he heard this. He raised his head and looked at Chu Heng again, and couldn't help but show excitement in his eyes.
The tea leaves in his hands are indeed rare and good things. In the past, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they are worth a thousand gold.
But in this year when filling your stomach is the main goal.
The sales of this kind of good stuff are not very good.
He has been in this ghost market for four or five days, and the tea bricks he sold were only two pieces, and the prices were extremely low.
This shows how much the guests who come to the ghost market don't want to see this thing.
Originally, he had thought that he would not come tomorrow, but at this moment, such a wealthy customer suddenly appeared, which rekindled his hope for his business.
It turns out that it’s not that the things are not selling, it’s just that I haven’t met anyone who knows the goods!
The stall owner was afraid of neglecting his customers, so he quickly handed over his sleeve and started a silent and fierce confrontation with Chu Heng.
I saw the sleeves of these two people gathered together shaking rapidly, up and down, before and after, and their expressions were also very exciting. Sometimes I would frown and you would glare.
, the micro-expressions are quite rich.
Different from when Chu Heng bought books, he spent much more time buying tea this time. It took a full five or six minutes to calculate the price before the dispute between the two came to an end.
The final price was ninety-five yuan, and he packed up the tea leaves for thirteen yuan and took them away!
It can be said that Cheap’s mother opened the door for Cheap, and it’s so Cheap’s home!
Chu Heng happily packed the tea leaves carefully in the bag given by the stall owner, and then subconsciously touched the buttocks that had been kicked by the grumpy old man because he drank some of Xie Lixuan's tea leaves.
He felt so worthless for himself!
If he had known that this thing could be bought, would he have risked being beaten to steal the tea?
The same goes for old man Xie, who got so angry for something that cost less than ten yuan!
How poor is it?
When I get back to you, young master, I will go to you with the tea leaves, break them to pieces in front of you and feed them to the dogs!
I won’t give you a drink!
I'll piss you off!
"brother!"
Just when Chu Heng was about to leave with a mean smile on his face, the stall owner suddenly called him in a low voice.
"What?" Chu Heng turned around and looked curiously, and handed the tea leaves to Cen Hao.
The stall owner hunched over, put his hands into his sleeves, came to him in a somewhat obscene manner, and asked in a low voice: "I think you bought so many, not all of them are for drinking, you want to keep them for collection, right?"
"You have a wise eye." Chu Heng smiled and nodded, waiting for his next words.
The stall owner's eyes suddenly lit up after hearing this, and he quickly said: "I still have some tea leaves, the quality is similar to the ones you bought, do you want to keep them together?"
Chu Heng, who had already guessed it, smiled unexpectedly, and then said with a proud look on his face: "That would be great, as long as what you have in your hands is indeed good, I will definitely pay you for it.
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"Then I'll bring the things tomorrow, and we'll meet here, don't you think?" the stall owner said with a happy face.
"Sure, let's do it tomorrow. I won't tell you the price. I'll just give it the price we paid before." After Chu Heng nodded, he turned around and told Du San: "Du San, I have something to do tomorrow, but I can't do it."
Here you go, pick up the goods later."
"Okay." Du San replied with a smile.
Du San?
The stall owner heard this and looked at Du San, whose face was hidden in the darkness. After looking at it carefully for a while, he confirmed that this was the Du San he knew.
Immediately afterwards, his heart was filled with surprise and doubt.
The dignified Master Du San is actually being used as an errand boy!?
Damn it!
Then the handsome young man in front of me must be Xiao Mengchang!
After all, he is the only one in Sijiu City who can control Mr. Du San!
Thinking of this, the stall owner suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly put away his plan to pass off the good stuff as a fake.
With Du San's ability and means, it is easy to find someone in Sijiu City. If he really does that, he might have a place under the moat!
"That's it. See you later, bro."
Chu Heng waved to the stall owner at this time, then turned around happily and led Du San and the others to other stalls.
Because this black market is newly opened, not many people know about it, so there are very few stalls, only about thirty of them.
In the blink of an eye, they had gone through most of the shopping. During this period, except for buying a piece of sapphire unicorn pendant from the Ming Dynasty, Chu Heng never made any purchases.
"Nothing good!"
With a disappointed look on his face, Chu Heng put down a small pastel bowl from the Republic of China that imitated the third generation of the Qing Dynasty. He slowly stood up from a stall, holding the recently collected unicorn jade pendant in his hand, and continued to stroll inside slowly.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly noticed that there was a sudden chaos about ten meters away in front of him.
There were more than a dozen guests from the ghost market, as if attracted by a magnet, they gathered in front of a stall in a swarm. Although they tried their best to keep their voices down, there were too many people, and they were buzzing like a swarm of bees.
It's like a meeting.
This is a bit of a bad rule!
Originally, the ghost market was mainly about secrecy. You are such a noisy one. What should you do if something happens?
Some stall owners at other stalls glanced in that direction with dissatisfaction, and a few who were timid even just picked up their things and left!
"Everyone!"
At this moment, someone suddenly spoke in front of the booth where many people were gathered. His voice was a bit old and thick: "We should follow the rules one by one and don't talk nonsense. If anyone interrupts again, you
Even if you pay a sky-high price, I still won’t sell you!”
The person who spoke was obviously the stall owner, and as his voice fell, the chaotic crowd fell silent instantly.
The other stall owners smiled with satisfaction when they saw this, and then went about their business with peace of mind.
Chu Heng frowned at this time. He glanced at the stall and his face gradually began to darken!
"Damn it!"
After hearing him curse in a low voice, he threw off his long legs and walked quickly towards the stall.
Arriving at the outskirts of the crowd, he arrogantly pushed aside the people in front of him and squeezed directly into the front. Then he stood in front of the stall with his arms folded, staring coldly at the stall owner.
The stall owner was completely wrapped up, with only a pair of shrewd eyes exposed to the air.
Even the most familiar people may not recognize him in person.
But Chu Heng didn't even need to smell it. He could tell with just one glance that this person was old man Yan Muzeyan!
What he was selling was nothing but bags full of food!
If nothing else, the original owner of these grains should be named Chu!
I mean, why did old man Yan suddenly ask for so much food recently? He came here emotionally to do something for the master!
Chu Heng knelt down with a dark face, gritted his teeth and glared at Yan Muze who was negotiating the price with someone, and said coldly: "Yan, you are really good at playing!"
"neat……"
Yan Muze looked at the sudden appearance of Chu Heng with a panicked expression. Under the slightly cold temperature in late autumn, he broke out in a cold sweat.
At the same time, he was also very puzzled.
With Chu Heng's current status and wealth, why would he still appear in the ghost market?
