After arriving at the library, Zhan Fei directly took out three library cards, one for Zhan Fei, one for Guo Xin, and one for Zhou Tai. Each card can borrow five books.
A total of fifteen books could be borrowed. Zhanfei also borrowed fifteen thick books related to his major, memorized them inside, and then took a taxi to Qiwu Street.
Half an hour later, Zhan Fei got out of the taxi and walked into this street, which was a little remote but not very crowded. Originally, there were very few people coming to Qiwu Street, but only in the front section.
Once upon a time, a lucky guy spent 10,000 yuan on Qiwu Street to buy a Ruyi jade that looked to be in very good condition, and then took it to Tianxia Collection for expert appraisal.
After identification, the Ruyi jade turned out to be an antique from the Ming Dynasty, worth 800,000 yuan, and the lucky guy even told the information on the spot that his Ruyi jade came from Qiwu Street.
After that, Bozhou City TV Station deliberately reported the news of sky-high price antiques appearing in Qiwu Street. Then many people who wanted to pick up antiques and make a fortune in Qiwu Street came one after another, so Qiwu Street also became lively. Originally, Qiwu Street became lively.
The management fee of ten yuan a day has also increased to twenty yuan.
Zhan Fei first paid 20 yuan and received a piece of kraft paper specially designed for Qiwu Street, and then started shopping in Qiwu Street. There are all kinds of products here, from strange-shaped stones to round heads.
There are everything from pet dogs with brains to various antiques that are hard to tell whether they are authentic or fake.
After wandering around for a while, Zhan Fei found an open space, threw the piece of kraft paper he received on the ground, then took out five bottles of primary healing potion, and then took a colored pen and wrote on the kraft paper: "Trauma Divine Water"
, to replenish blood, relieve pain, and reduce injuries, 10,000 bottles.”
Zhan Fei believes that if you want to sell things on Qiwu Street, you have to be bold enough to ask for a low price. Even if you are selling real things, I am afraid most people will think that it is so cheap and the effect is so good.
If it is a liar, it will be different if the price is higher. Although many people will still think it is a liar, at least some people will be a little skeptical.
Dare to ask such a high price, maybe it is really a rare product? Zhanfei's primary healing potion also looks good. A crystal bottle about three centimeters high contains most of the bottle of red potion. It looks like
It's a bit like an extremely high-end perfume. Zhan Fei estimates that his potion can still attract some people.
Next, Zhan Fei sat in front of the big piece of kraft paper, and then read a book while waiting for customers to come. Anyway, he was idle. For the next half hour, Zhan Fei didn't open the door. No, maybe it should be said that he didn't open at all.
No words were spoken.
His potions do look good, but there are many people looking at them and few asking. Most people here want to pick up the leaks and spend hundreds of dollars to buy something worth tens of thousands, Zhan Fei's things.
There was obviously no room for appreciation, and the price was a full 10,000, so people passing by would glance at it, and at most they would mentally comment that the bottle was pretty good-looking, and then walk away.
So Zhan Fei could only sit there and just read. After another half an hour, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stayed on Zhan Fei's primary healing potion for five seconds and finally spoke.
Said: "Little brother, is your potion really that effective?"
After waiting for an hour, someone finally asked. Zhan Fei immediately put down the book and said, "Of course, if it doesn't work, would I dare to bid such a high price?" After hearing Zhan Fei's words, the middle-aged man
He also smiled, and then said: "If I were to sit here and set up a stall to sell this thing, would you buy it?"
After hearing this, Zhan Fei was stunned for a moment and shook his head, while the middle-aged man said: "Then it's over, little brother, although this thing of yours is quite beautiful, but if there is no possibility of appreciation, those who want to come and take advantage of it will
People who are really looking for good stuff won't buy it because it has no credibility, and people who really want to find good stuff won't buy it either. It's weird if it can be sold.
Look, little brother, you must be a college student, right? Why don’t you go back to the library and read? You can’t make much money by cheating. Even if you make money, you will be in a lot of trouble! Hey, today’s college students!”
As the middle-aged man spoke, he sighed miserably, shook his head and left. After hearing this, Zhan Fei suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
After hearing this, the middle-aged man looked back at Zhan Fei and said, "What's wrong?"
After hearing this, Zhan Fei took a bottle of potion and threw it to the middle-aged man, saying: "Thank you, just consider this a thank you gift. It doesn't cost any money. Keep it. Maybe it can be used at a critical moment."
Woolen cloth."
The middle-aged man took the bottle of potion from Zhan Fei and smiled. Then he waved his hand, put the potion in his pocket, and moved on. There was also a smile on his face, and he was smiling.
Said: "Interesting young man."
As for Zhan Fei, he continued to read while setting up a stall. Why didn't he understand what the middle-aged man said?
The chance of others believing him is too small, but he is already here anyway, and he has brought so many books. If no one buys them, it can be regarded as experiencing the feeling of Grandpa Mao reading in the bustling city, which can also be regarded as adding to his life.
After experience, it will be even better if someone buys it. For ten thousand a bottle, the profit is much greater than selling milk.
However, Zhan Fei's luck was obviously not very good. Until noon, Zhan Fei didn't wait for a customer, and he could only close the stall temporarily. Then he found a roadside stall and ordered a bowl of noodles. He spent three to five minutes
After eating, Zhan Fei returned to his stall and continued to set up his stall. Zhan Fei really couldn't believe that no one valued his genuine primary healing potion?
Time passed bit by bit, and Zhan Fei had read nine of the fifteen books he borrowed from the library. However, his stall was still uninterested. Zhan Fei finally got a little discouraged and decided to
After reading all fifteen books, I closed the stall and went home.
Three hours passed quickly, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Zhan Fei had already read the last few pages of the last book. Finally, just as a young man and woman passed by Zhan Fei's stall, Zhan Fei
After reading the last book, he was ready to close the stall and leave.
But at this time, the young man and woman passing by were focused on Zhan Fei's primary healing potion. When she saw the efficacy of the potion, her eyes lit up slightly, and then she said: "Your potion, really
Is it so magical?"
Zhan Fei, who was about to close the stall, heard this voice and raised his head. Then he saw a fairy standing there, looking down at him. The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties, older than Zhan Fei.
She is two or three years old, tall and very sexy, with a slender waist and pert hips, and particularly spectacular breasts.
Because Zhanfei was sitting at his own stall, when he looked up from the bottom, Zhanfei was worried that the pair of elastic 36ds would crush his slender waist, and then directly hit him in the face.
In line with the principle that a gentleman should not stand behind a dangerous wall, Zhan Fei stood up and said, "Of course."
