80 Appreciation of Treasures: Group Pets Get Rich by Picking Up Trash

Chapter 8 Meeting at the State-run Hotel

When someone came to him, Jiang Yun saw the faint white light on the oil lamp.

"Clay Oil Lamp, worth 30"

Although this thing is not worth a lot of money, small money is still money, and it can be a considerable income over time. Jiang Yun took the oil lamp and looked at it carefully.

"Uncle, I'll give you 2 yuan for this lamp, do you think it's okay?"

"Row!"

The onlookers, seeing that they could really exchange money, scrambled to go back and get their things. After a while, the crooked neck tree at the entrance of the village was surrounded by people carrying big bags and small bags.

"Girl, take a look at these pieces of mine."

"Look at mine, the thing I brought is old enough!"

"My color is newer than theirs, look at mine!"

For a while, Jiang Yun was rushed into a panic, not knowing where to start.

Seeing this, Jiang Hao shouted loudly: "Folks, don't worry, line up and come one by one."

With order in place, Jiang Yun was obviously much more relaxed. She looked at the objects brought by more than a dozen villagers at one go, but unfortunately only a few were valuable.

Basically, it is also an item of 30 yuan.

As noon approached, most of the villagers had gone back. Taking advantage of the time when no one was around, Jiang Hao asked about today's record in a low voice: "Xiaoyun, how much did we earn today?"

"One hundred and eighty yuan."

Then he added: "Brother, don't think that you won't make as much money this trip as before, but everything should be done in a timely manner. How can you meet a good baby every day, don't you think so?"

"I understand, I can have 80 yuan, I'm too happy to be happy, and I'll still hate it."

I used to work so hard that I could only earn about [-] yuan for a month, but now I can earn five times what I used to earn in a day, so why not be unhappy.

He asked back: "These things, shall we sell them to the pawn shop? Or that old man?" It is estimated that they may not be interested.

This stumped Jiang Yun, how could he get rid of these old things?
"Xiaoyun, have you heard of ghost markets?"

Jiang Yun shook her head. She only knew that there was a black market in this era, but never heard of a ghost market.

"The ghost market is a place dedicated to selling antiques and second-hand goods. It opens at three o'clock in the morning and closes at dawn. Why don't we go there tomorrow and find out the way?"

Come together in the middle of the night, and disperse when the cock crows, no wonder it is called a ghost market!

Jiang Yun nodded: "OK."

Seeing that no one in the village brought any more stuff, Jiang Hao decided to close the stall and take his sister to the state-run restaurant to have a good meal.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw an old man approaching from a distance, holding a big dark bowl in his hand.

"Two comrades, please take a look, how much is this thing worth?"

This bowl is very special, with a big belly and small mouth, round body, and very heavy in the hand.

"Yo, what is this?" Jiang Hao asked curiously.

"This is an alms bowl, used by the monks in the temple who went down the mountain to seek alms. My father was a monk when he was a child, and he returned to the vulgar later. This is left by him..."

While the two were talking, Jiang Yun's gaze was fixed on the string of white beads on the old man's left wrist.

"Olive stone bracelet, worth 300"

Ten olive cores of the same size are strung together in a string, each of which is lifelike and engraved with heads of arhats with different expressions on both sides, forming this string of eighteen arhats.

It is not only exquisite in knife workmanship, but also top-grade in color and paste.

The original golden-yellow olive pit is now a beautiful purple-red color, and the surface exudes an oily luster.

Jiang Yun's brain was running fast. If she proposed to buy a bracelet at this moment, it is estimated that this person would sit on the ground and raise the price. She had an idea and came up with a countermeasure.

"Master, this bowl is not bad, can I give you three yuan?"

Hearing that the item was good, the old man rolled his eyes, and his eyes were shrewd: "Five yuan, if it's lower, don't sell it."

What Jiang Yun was waiting for was this sentence: "Master, this is a small business. Five yuan is too high. If you give me a little more, will four yuan be enough?"

The old man shook his head and said unwaveringly, "Five yuan!"

She put on a look of reluctance: "How about this, you give me another head, five yuan is five yuan."

The old man was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, he hurried up and down to search, but he couldn't find anything.

Seeing this, Jiang Yun purposely said impatiently: "Master, just the string of beads on your wrist can make up the number. My mother worships Buddha every day, so I just took it home and gave it to her."

"Row."

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other hand, I thought I could only make a little money this trip, but I didn't expect to find a treasure.

When the people walked away, Jiang Yun whispered to her eldest brother: "The order just now, let's say that we can earn three hundred at least, hurry up, pack up and go home." She was afraid that the old man would regret it, so it was the best policy to go.

"Let's go, brother will take you to the state-run restaurant to have a good meal!"

Stuffing all the collected items into the sack, the brother and sister rushed all the way, and soon arrived at the place.

The two walked into the state-run hotel. It was near the end of the lunch market, and there were few tables of people sitting in the lobby.

"Hey, what do you two eat?" The cashier was not only indifferent but also disgusted.

The waiter at the side covered his mouth and snickered, and leaned into her ear: "It must be two bowls of Yangchun noodles." Although the voice of this person was soft, it still caught the ears of the siblings.

Jiang Hao became angry in an instant, and deliberately raised his voice: "Here is a plate of sauced elbow, a serving of fried assorted dishes, another hot and sour soup, and two bowls of rice. By the way, open a bottle of beer."

This meal was not cheap, and the staff immediately changed their face and said in a friendly manner, "Please sit down among the two, and the dishes will be served to you in a while."

The movement here caught the attention of the diners, especially the table in the corner.

Biaozi recognized the two brothers and sisters at a glance: "Brother Tu, look, are those two at the door the same brother and sister I met at the scrap yard yesterday?"

Wei Tu looked in the direction: "It really is."

"Yesterday I was crying poor with us, but today I'm going out to the restaurant. It's really tricky." Tang Xiaosan always felt that these two people must be shoveling the ground.

Wei Tu picked up his chopsticks and tapped each of them on the head: "Eat, mind your own business."

He couldn't take his eyes off Jiang Yun, and two words flashed in his mind inexplicably, so thin.

Jiang Yun frowned. The feeling of being watched secretly made her very uncomfortable. Looking around, she finally found the source in the corner.

The two looked at each other and their eyes collided.

The shy memory came to the fore in an instant, Jiang Yun's face became hot, and she subconsciously froze in place, why is it him again...

Seeing her reaction, Wei Tu let out a smirk, and mouthed to her, "Does it look good?"

!!!

This man is really hateful, Jiang Yun turned her face away, deliberately not looking at him, and obediently followed her elder brother to sit down by the window.

Her angry appearance made Wei Tu amused.

Biaozi leaned over with a smile: "Brother Tu, you don't like that girl, do you?" She is a little thinner, but she looks okay.

"Not interested in."

Tang Xiaosan was puzzled: "Then you were molesting him just now."

Wei Tu stuffed two dumplings into his mouth, and broke another clove of garlic: "Just kidding."

I am poor and white, my parents died early, and I have a dumb sister. All the money I earned in these years has paid off the family's debts, so I don't have the heart to fall in love.

He picked up the overflowing wine glass and took a sip. Today's wine is a bit bitter...

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Author's Theater:

Jiang Yun felt distressed: "Little Tutu." She patted his head.

The aggrieved Wei Tu: "If you touch my head, you will be responsible for me!"

Jiang Yun withdrew her hand: "Why did my hand suddenly cramp!"

(End of this chapter)