Baoguo Temple still had street stalls at that time, and there were quite a lot of them, selling mainly coins and porcelain pieces. It is said that the famous piece of cake in Beijing was made in Baoguo Temple.
A carrot and a pit, what I brought happened to be porcelain and copper coins, and the route was just right. I was instantly swept away from despair and my confidence greatly increased.
I really don’t believe that no one wants this old thing!
I was lucky enough to occupy an open space in front of the newsstand and bought two chicken sausages with the only three yuan I had left.
I ate the chicken sausage and thought to myself: "Whether I starve to death in Beijing or freeze to death in Beijing, or whether I enjoy spicy food, it all depends on today."
Unexpected.
As soon as my stall was set up, within ten minutes, a large number of people gathered in front of my stall.
"Boss, how did you sell Song Qian and Qing Qian?"
"Boss, can you show me your little pastel salt shaker?"
For a time, I was extremely busy.
"Boss, how much does that pair of magenta bottles cost? Just tell me the lowest price. If it suits me, I'll take it."
Looking at the stall in panic, I said casually, "A pair of magenta bile bottles, at least 800."
"Okay, wrap it up. How can I give you money if you want it?" The man nodded directly and asked me to wrap it up.
"Wait a minute, don't panic, I'll pay you 830 for these bottles," suddenly another person raised the price for me.
"Ma Laosan, what you're doing...isn't it against the rules?" the man said coldly.
"Oh, the rules? Haven't you paid yet? The little boss can sell to whomever he is willing to sell!"
"Tell me the rules? Boss Song, there are fewer and fewer old things now. Besides, you don't have to worry about selling this kind of dowry bottle. Just put it in a box and put it in your store. How much can it sell? Boss Song, don't you have an idea?"
Boss Song slapped his thigh.
"Fuck! Ma Laoliu, you don't care how much I sell! How much I sell is none of your business!"
Seeing that these two people were about to fight, I quickly broke up the fight.
"Don't argue. Isn't there something else here? Look at it, this small pastel salt shaker is pretty good. Although it's not covered, the painting is good."
Boss Song looked at the salt shaker in my hand and asked me loudly: "Little brother, you just said you would sell it to me for eight hundred, who do you want to sell it to now?"
I thought to myself: "How come things that no one wants in Panjiayuan are being snatched up here?"
After thinking about it, I looked at him and said, "Brother, I said these bottles were eight hundred, so I'll sell them to you for eight hundred. I can't break my promise."
"Ha ha."
"Okay!" The man laughed, patted his beer belly, and looked at Ma Laoliu with a proud look on his face.
He glanced briefly at the other items on my stall.
"Okay, little brother, it's a good time, so I'll give you a good time too."
"I want all your stuff."
"One shot and away!"
"Ah?" I didn't realize for a moment, how could this Beijing boss be so arrogant?
"Okay, don't sell anymore, the stall is closed, follow Boss Song to the store to get money," the lady running the stall next to me said to me enviously.
"Oh, oh, okay," I quickly closed the stall.
I followed the pot-bellied Boss Song into the store. He asked me to leave the box behind and said he would give me the money for the box.
at last.
With porcelain, copper coins, and a box, Boss Dadu gave me 4,700 in cash! This is equivalent to the savings of an ordinary person working for a year!
It's so awesome that the big boss directly hired the stall and bought me even the trolley suitcase...
I left Baoguo Temple empty-handed. I touched the thick stack of hundred-yuan bills in my clothes and almost burst out laughing.
I stood on the Guang'anmen Bridge outside the station, holding a huge sum of money, and shouted loudly: "The emperor is worthy of his hard work. I, Xiang Yunfeng, can't study well, but I am born to do business! My uncle's farmhouse is nothing! I will do it in the future."
Be the most awesome antique dealer in the country!" At this time, passers-by looked at me strangely.
Now fifteen or sixteen years have passed, and every time I think of this scene and want to laugh for once, I feel like a fool.
This trip made a net profit of more than 4,000 yuan!
Don’t panic when you have enough food in your pocket. When you have money, you must first fill your stomach.
Children in the village eat a lot. I ate two bowls of noodles in one meal and ordered a cold dish. I was very full.
After eating a full meal, I picked my teeth with a toothpick, and I was planning in my mind, "Well, this is a good way. After excluding the need to pay back the uncle, I have some money left. This little money should be enough to use as capital, and I won't need it next time."
Thanks to my uncle, if I collect more things, I can earn 4,000 for one trip. What if I make ten trips? Can’t I earn 40,000?"
When I arrived at the West Railway Station in the evening, I was deceived by a middle-aged woman and went to stay in a small hotel. The price was 60 yuan a night.
After moving in, the landlady said secretly: "Young man, do you want to find a girl for you?"
After reacting, I waved my hands hurriedly and said, "No, no, no, I don't want a little girl."
The landlady tried her best, but finally she had no choice but to give her an extra twenty yuan to stop bothering me.
As the old saying goes, when you are away from home, your wealth should not be exposed.
I had a deep impression. The hotel proprietress looked directly at my stack of red banknotes.
I was very sleepy that night and fell asleep in a daze. I was afraid that it would be unsafe, so I deliberately put the plastic bag containing the money under my pillow.
I never thought that after I woke up.
The money is gone...
The more than 4,000 yuan I earned with so much hard work is gone.
"Where's the money! Where's my money!" I was so frightened that my face turned pale, and I was desperately turning over the sheets and pillows.
But there was nothing left, only the shriveled black plastic bag.
I was frightened and hurriedly went to find the proprietress. I asked her to adjust the monitoring. I said that my money was lost and I wanted to call the police.
The results can be imagined.
Not even a penny of the money was recovered.
To this day, I don't have a good impression of small hotels near train stations.
More than ten years have passed, and I guess that small hotel is no longer there. I can’t even talk about hating it.
If the money had not been lost, I might be a small antique shop owner now, I might have married a wife and have children, and the trajectory of my life might have completely changed.
But no one has a chance to do it again.
If the money hadn't been lost, I wouldn't have been a person in the circle, let alone the nickname "Shenyanfeng" on the road.
The police simply took a note and told me in a vague way that there was little hope of getting the money back.
Both hands are empty and all thoughts are in despair.
I don't dare to go back to Mohe, I don't dare to go home.
I know that when I go back, I will definitely be laughed at, laughed at by my peers, and looked down upon by my eldest uncle's family.
I find it embarrassing!
I said I earned 4,000 yuan, but the people in the village wouldn’t believe it!
Standing on the overpass outside the West Railway Station, for a moment, I wanted to jump off and just die.
Without a father or a mother, no one cares about me. I am just a wild child with no one to love or care for me. I will die early and be reincarnated early.
Young people have immature minds, and it would be terrible if they had thoughts like mine.
I was planning to jump off the overpass. Even if I didn't fall to my death, I would probably be run over by a passing truck.
