Merchant and doctor

Chapter 101
Influenced by his grandfather, Bian Mu has always had the habit of consulting the local chronicles of various places. According to the local chronicles of Lijin, Huatian ghost market appeared as early as the Ming Dynasty and the middle dynasty, and the scale developed quite large.

Later, with the changes of the times, the Huatian ghost market opened and closed intermittently, and hundreds of years passed.

After getting off the taxi, the bright lights, cleanliness, and bustle of voices... The bustling scene completely overturned the impression of local chronicles in Bian Mu's mind.

This is a modern and regular night market!
Bian Mu felt a little regretful, if he had known this, he should have asked classmate Xiao He to go out together, at least he had a companion!

Following the natural flow of people, Bian Muxin wandered around for a while, feeling quite emotional.

"It has to be a metropolis! Look at how rich the nightlife is, a small county is naturally incomparable!" Bian Mu thought to himself.

Special snack area, barbecue area, pasta special area... I passed by, looking around to find the old goods trading area.

"Sir! [-]% new machine, only [-]! Absolutely licensed and authentic, take a look?" Suddenly, a few male voices came from behind Bian Mu's right side.

Turning his head, he saw a thin and thin man wearing a half-sized thick windbreaker. The windbreaker did not match his height and figure. I really don't know where he got such a piece of clothing.

The lining of the windbreaker has been made with many pockets, which are simple and practical, with sharp eyes. At a glance, the pocket lining seems to be lined with a more wear-resistant material such as leather. Each pocket contains different colors. There are different models of mobile phones, no need to ask, it looks like a veteran running the street for many years.

The origin of the mobile phone is definitely not the right way.

Normal people have this kind of reaction, even if it is not stolen, it is a refurbished machine or an assembled machine or something.

Smiling, Bian Mu turned around and walked forward in a different direction.

The sudden appearance of that man just now finally made Bian Mu somewhat feel the "weirdness" that a ghost city should have.

The second-hand goods area finally appeared in front of my eyes. Compared with the previous business districts, the light here was obviously much dimmer. I don't know if the merchants did it on purpose, or it has always been a characteristic of serious ghost markets.

Is the light dim and easy to manipulate? !
Bian Mu couldn't help being a little more careful.

Keeping in mind Lao Pei's advice, Bian Mu focused all his attention on finding a plan that suits him. Along the way, no matter who struck up a conversation with him in any way, Bian Mu would always smile back and show him all kinds of subtle and polite words. gesture.

Those stall owners really frightened him, and mistakenly thought that this kid was young and gentle, and he was probably a "white scholar".

The so-called "Bai Xiucai" is the jargon of the ghost market, specifically referring to the kind of vicious characters who are young, have a deep background, have a pretty face, and do things that are hidden.

Bian Mu is smart, and after ten minutes of slow walking, he saw some signs.

Obviously, the things sold in the flea market are divided into categories. I don't know whether it is a naturally formed pattern or the result of open and secret struggles between merchants and stall owners.

Forcibly suppressing the curiosity that kept rising in his heart, Bian Mu focused on looking for stalls selling abacus, pens, second-hand books... and other second-hand goods, he basically didn't even look at them.

I was a little tired from walking, and finally found a shop, and looked around along the stall of this shop, hey!Either they couldn't find it, or kicked out a large piece of it.

After squatting and observing for a long time, the counting chip of this family is an imitation made by a small private workshop.

Change another house.

After wandering around seven or eight shops, Bian Mu finally settled on one. It was made of copper, an old piece, with a pulp like water, and a little trachoma, so there was no problem.

"Boss! How much does this set cost?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"1500!"

"So expensive? Isn't this just an ordinary casting? The trachoma is obvious, and the function is a bit single, so let's be less important!"

The stall owner is an old man in his early fifties, bald, not tall, but with shrewd eyes.

"Looking at your gentle appearance, you probably know a little bit about operations research, so you only reported 1500. If it were someone else, I would start at least 3000." That's it!The stall owner is still in good spirits, and he and Bian Mu are also performing tricks of the rivers and lakes.

I didn't like something at first, so I asked casually, that is, to inquire about the price, to explore the market, and when I heard that the stall owner was full of ghost market-style cuts, Bian Mu smiled, cupped his hands, got up and continued to move forward.

One by one, each stall has counting chips of different materials, sizes, and quantities. However, at least half of them are quite rough, not to mention high or low, and it must be inconvenient to use.

"Young man! You've been wandering around here for a long time, what kind of plan do you want!" Suddenly, a tall and thin old man greeted Bian Mu with a smile.

Seeing that the old man's demeanor is quite elegant, Bian Mu moved a small bench and sat down to chat with the old man.

"For personal use, it's better to have full functions and older things."

"Say it early! I have it! You are a novice at first glance. This is a ghost market. Who will put good things on the bright side! It doesn't make melon!" As he spoke, the old man got up and walked to Under a big tree next to it, I pulled off a rainproof cloth, searched inside for a long time and found something wrapped in fine linen.

"Try to open it and see if it goes well!" The tall and thin old man said with a smile.

Bian Mu didn't dare to touch it directly, and said to the old man with a smile: "I don't like this thing, I dare not pass it on, please open it and have a look."

"Hey! I pretended to be an expert with me! If I really plan to plot against you, can you not use it?! Haha..." As he spoke, the tall and thin old man opened the cloth bag, and a cowhide case slowly appeared inside. The cowhide case is newly made, and the raw edges are still fresh. There are a lot of chips inserted into the cowhide case. They are metal, and the number should be correct by visual inspection. They are long and short, cylindrical, three-edged, six-edged... ...It looks pretty good.

"If you really want it, how much will it cost?"

"There is no problem with the things. It has been handed down for more than 100 years. The lost things in the ancestral house of the young prison in the academy. The cowhide case was made by someone later. It is worthless. You have to look at it and give it 800." !"

"800...It's a bit expensive! Then I'll give it a try!" As he spoke, Bian Mu drew a trial lottery, a fixed deal, a surplus lottery, and two make-up lottery, and tried On the plastic sheet of the stall, I did a small arithmetic problem of "square tangent circle".

This set was learned by Bian Mu from the set of experience notes given by Lao Pei, which is quite a classic calculation test question.

The tall and thin old man obviously knows how to do it. Seeing that Bian Mu's technique is very proficient, the old man can't help but nodded slightly.

The workmanship of this set of calculation chips is quite excellent, copper alloy, the hardness is much better than that of pure copper, and the surface symbols are quite professional and exquisite, which will not change for a hundred years.

Serious old stuff.

It's getting late, and Bian Mu has to go to work early tomorrow, so he really doesn't have time to wander around.

He bowed his head and counted the total number, yes, not too many, not too many.

"Even if the old man sells it for 1000, it's not expensive. The things are really good, so! 800 is 800." Thinking of this, Bian Mu took out his mobile phone and prepared to pay according to the price.

"Wait a minute! It's really rare for people at your age to use this thing. Let's do it. You can take the 500. Remember my stall. Next time, bring friends over to have a look and help me out a little more. If there is a piece of goods, we will be even."

"I'll definitely bother you some other day." After all, Bian Mu still transferred 800 yuan to the old man.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and this was considered acquaintance.

Putting away the chips, he waved to the old stall owner, Bian Mu quickly left the Huatian ghost market, stopped a taxi on the street and drove towards the "Huikang" hospital.

(End of this chapter)