No, Lin Sanjiu turned around again, almost wanting to connect her eyes to form a 360-degree circle around her - there was no place anywhere. She had already found it according to the picture of the stall on the screen just now, but it was nearby. There is no sign of Li Zhijun anywhere.
Every one of the heads swarming around her was a stranger; she knew no one, and no one knew her. Others' eyes swept past her, and they fell into strangers again.
It's strange. Could it be that she saw it wrong?
Thinking about it carefully, her only contact with Li Zhijun was very brief, and it happened so many years ago. Now when she was asked to describe and recall Li Zhijun's appearance, all that came to her mind was an oval-shaped blur of flesh-colored flesh. .
Under such circumstances, it is normal for Lin Sanjiu to be wrong.
"Besides, you are not friends. We only interacted once," Teacher Yi reminded mercilessly, "It's him or not. What is he going to do? What does it have to do with you? It's important to get down to business quickly."
"What if Kurosawa Ji..."
"Kurosawa Ji himself said that he hasn't found his friend for many years." Teacher Yi replied immediately.
After all, he was also the person who helped me a lot back then. If not,
Before Lin Sanjiu could sigh in her stomach, she heard a greeting from behind: "Girl, are you here to buy something?"
When she turned around, she happened to meet the stall owner's smiling eyes. As the saying goes, "harmony brings wealth", although he didn't like Lin Sanjiu standing in front of the stall looking around and blocking his business, he was very considerate and enthusiastic: "Come on, come on." , you're welcome, I brought a lot of new products this time, do you want to take a look? You can also try one."
Lin Sanjiu lowered her eyes subconsciously and scanned the stalls, not even finding anything that looked like food.
Blackstone's security measures seemed to be in place. The sellers put their things on the table with confidence and boldness. Some even put them in transparent boxes, while others didn't use anything. At the moment, there were four items on the table. There are five ceramic utensils, with a cake tray in the center, and there is only a pile of broken porcelain and broken tiles on the tray.
"Here, you can have a taste," the stall owner picked up a broken piece of porcelain with his fingers and put it on Lin Sanjiu's face, "but you have to be careful not to cut your mouth... Are your teeth okay? You can’t chip your tooth, can you?”
Why do you want people to try eating broken porcelain pieces?
"No, no," Lin Sanjiu quickly waved her hand and declined, "I just want to ask. I don't have a stall, but if I want to sell something for money, what should I do here?"
The stall owner threw the porcelain tile back onto the cake tray, making a "dang" sound. Even if the thing was not a real porcelain tile, it was certainly much harder than ordinary porcelain tiles.
"My stall is D4," the stall owner answered in detail: "If you follow this direction to D1, go all the way to the end, and you will find a circular open space in the center of the 'bowl'. That open space is built Personal trading system, just go there."
The entire black stone collection is placed in a "bowl" sunk between the valleys, but the bottom is flat; an unknown number of roads radiate from the center to cover the entire "flat-bottomed bowl". Coming down from the slope of the red pine forest At that time, we happened to walk between lanes AB. If Lin Sanjiu remembered correctly, the last stall on both lanes was 20.
"Thank you," Lin Sanjiu was about to turn away, but couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want people to eat porcelain pieces?"
The stall owner smiled contentedly. "Have you ever heard of chickens eating pebbles? It's the same reason. It helps digestion."
Well, it would be better not to say anything than to say it, which would cause more problems.
Although Lin Sanjiu was curious, he could distinguish the important things and knew what was important now. If there was Yuan Xiangxi or Bohemia around at this time, he probably wouldn't be able to just leave - it's just that
She didn't expect that as soon as she took one step, she couldn't just leave; because just when the first step landed, the stall owner spoke again.
"Come, come to me," he didn't know why his tone suddenly changed, almost as if he was begging, and he murmured behind him: "Please come here...come here."
Lin Sanjiu's hair stood on end; when she hurriedly turned her head, she found that there was still only one of herself in front of the broken porcelain stall who had not had time to walk away - the stall owner was looking straight at her. Obviously, other than her, there was no one else talking.
Maybe it was said to the second person.
"What did you say?" she asked suspiciously, "Where do you want me to go?"
Unexpectedly, the stall owner was startled when he heard this, and the look on his face was not only more suspicious than hers, but also a layer of confusion. "What did you say?" He asked exactly the same question, "I didn't ask you to go anywhere."
"No, you just told me that you wanted me to come over."
Although she was standing in a bustling market with people coming and going, Lin Sanjiu was very sure that she was not mistaken this time, the stall owner had indeed spoken - even Teacher Yi confirmed it in her mind
Memory: What she heard was indeed the stall owner's voice, and the source of the voice was right where the stall owner was standing; it couldn't be someone else's voice coming through and getting confused.
"But I really didn't say anything. What's the point of lying to you?" The stall owner looked at Lin Sanjiu up and down, and his suspicion gradually grew, "You... you were just standing here looking around. You were looking around.
what?"
"Me? I was looking for someone."
"You didn't find it, did you?" The stall owner suddenly realized, as if he had already come to a conclusion: "Did you think you saw someone? And then you thought you heard me speak?"
Hearing this, he almost said that Lin Sanjiu was mentally ill.
After leaving the D4 stall full of confusion, Lin Sanjiu didn't dare to relax for a while, always keeping one ear back to listen to the noise, but the stall owner made no sound anymore and let her go.
Far.
It was weird, but it didn't affect what she should do; the stall owner's guidance was good, and she quickly found the central part of the "flat bowl", where the "personal trading system" was located.
The so-called "personal trading system" is actually not as high-tech as Lin Sanjiu imagined. Perhaps it is because there are too many evolved people with trading needs, a mixed bag of good and bad, and people are afraid to come into direct contact with special items or precision machines, so "
"Personal Trading System" is actually a tent with several registrars sitting under two rows. In the middle of the tent is a long red and blue booth that looks like a T-stage.
"If you have goods or services to sell, you go to the blue shed to register. This red shed is for people who want to buy."
A tall and strong man standing in line in front of the red booth, maybe because he was taboo about the power of Karma in this world, answered Lin Sanjiu very carefully and patiently. "Did you see that booth? There are two by color.
A long bar, right? On the red side, there are buying messages; on the blue side, there are selling messages."
At this time, two rows of sparse signs had been erected on the long exhibition stand. When Lin Sanjiu raised his eyes, he happened to see two evolvers reaching out to a buying sign in the red area at the same time - both
Before their hands could touch each other, they were both aware of the competitor around them, and their eyes were locked together, as if a small dispute was about to break out.
"When you see something suitable, take down the sign and go to the shed to say something. You should have the small sign used when parking the aircraft, right?" Seeing Lin Sanjiu take out the small wooden sign, the tall man nodded and said
: "Whether you are publishing information or applying for information, you have to use this as collateral to guarantee the sincerity of the transaction. Otherwise, for example, what if someone deceives the owner and robs it on the pretext of purchasing?"
Lin Sanjiu had never thought about this - no wonder the aircraft had to be parked in the same place.
"That's fine," the tall, strong man thought for a moment, "you just have the money ready, and there's nothing else."
"You want more money?" Lin Sanjiu's eyes widened.
"It costs money to publish information, but there is no money to apply for information." The tall, strong man looked at her expression and realized it. He raised his chin towards the booth and said, "If you really don't have any money, go and take a look first."
Purchasing information is also fine...How come you have an aircraft but no money?"
Lin Sanjiu really couldn't provide an answer to this.
Since there is no money to apply, let's take a look first... Anyway, she is here to sell off her family property. If she happens to see someone asking for something she owns, then there is really nothing that cannot be sold; just like money, it is an external possession.
While she was thinking, she walked briskly past the first two signs for buying humanoid items.
The first thing that caught her eye and made her very tempted was a sign that wanted to buy "condensed bad luck" - that seemed to mean that people who felt they were unlucky could extract and concentrate their bad luck, but it had to be packaged in a
In a sealed container, there must be no risk of leakage.
Lin Sanjiu was helpless and continued walking down with full of regret; when she passed a few more signs, she suddenly stopped.
Yes, she still has this on her, she almost forgot about it - but it is something she cannot sell!
"Want to buy [Life is like a play]," the sign read.
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