God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 459
Of course, the situation Xu Jingxing was thinking of was a rather extreme situation. Normal people follow the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less, even if they are ridiculed, they will not really attack.

But that kind of extreme situation has really existed, and even many black shops rely on this method to make money, deliberately displaying some fake products for people to see, and wait for people to complain and then take the opportunity to blackmail the other party. Generally speaking, If the target is ordinary people or outsiders, this method is almost impossible to use.

In the capital, in a place like Panjiayuan where every inch of land is very expensive, the owner who can afford to open an antique shop certainly disdains to use this method.

But Xu Jingxing, as a customer who came to the door, would not just look for trouble.

So he just pulled An Xin and turned around and left without saying a word, which can be regarded as showing his attitude.

But as soon as he went out, he noticed a young man quietly following behind him. The young man was not tall, just over 1.7 meters tall. Small eyes, very energetic.

Ordinarily, such a person shouldn't be some kind of villain, and there can't be such a blatant criminal in Panjiayuan, but he was being targeted when he first arrived, but he couldn't help being nervous.

I am nervous, but I also know that it is useless to run in such a situation. Instead, it is safer to be in a crowded place. Is there any place in the capital that has more people than Panjiayuan?

What's more, Panjiayuan is not only full of people, there are many security guards patrolling here, there are also security posts and patrol police, he does not believe that anyone dares to do anything in such a place, not to mention that Xu Jingxing is the kind of soft persimmon that can be kneaded by others ?
Thinking about it this way, he became even more calm, cast a casual glance at the young man behind him, stretched out his hand to grab An Xin's palm and pulled her to his side, and then went on to the next shop.

He pulled An Xin to his side, the purpose was to protect her, even if there was any accident, he could rush her out of danger.

But An Xin didn't know what was going on in his mind. Suddenly, he grabbed the palm of his hand, and her body, which had already begun to plump up, trembled. Her fair face flushed instantly, and she called out "Master" in a mosquito-like moaning voice. Well, she was shy. Although the little girl was a bit difficult to figure out, she couldn't adapt to this level of contact.

But An Xin's voice was too low, and his attention was not on An Xin, so he didn't hear it at all, and then they walked into another shop hand in hand.

The shop is not small, and there are a lot of items in the shop, not without good things, there are even a few good inkstones, but the price is too high, usually six figures.Although he wanted to thank that old man Qianqiu Sui, he wouldn't just come to his door with a gift of 10,000+ hundreds of thousands. Let alone whether he could afford it or not, even if he could afford it, he was willing to give it away. Dare the old man accept it?

Who would dare to accept 10,000+ hundreds of thousands of gifts from others?

So I turned a lot around but found nothing. I felt a little frustrated. I wondered if I should change my goal. It is hard to find a suitable inkstone. But there are so many categories of Wenwan, and in such a wonderful place as Panjiayuan, there must be one. Two fits right?
It's just that finding a needle in a haystack like this is really not the way to go. It may take several days to visit the whole Panjiayuan.

At this time, he suddenly realized that he had made a mistake. He should not have barged in blindly. He should have found a guide. Even if there was no guide, he should have asked others.

Just as he was about to find someone to inquire about, he suddenly felt the wind coming from behind him. He shuddered, subconsciously pulled An Xin to the side, and at the same time completed the turning movement. When he stood still, he was already facing the "sneak attacker" behind him. ".

But at this time, the "sneak attacker" was already stunned, with his outstretched palm hanging in the air in a daze, his mouth wide open, his face full of disbelief, staring straight at him as if he had assembled a hold technique. he.

This "sniper" is none other than the young man who followed him before.

It was just that after seeing the young man's reaction, he realized that this young man might not have any malicious intentions, and he probably wanted to say hello to him, but he was frightened by his own reaction.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help being a little funny in my heart, laughing at myself for making a fuss, and laughing at the young man's exaggerated reaction.I smiled in my heart, but my face sank, "What do you want to do?"

The young man came back to his senses, raised his hands subconsciously, and hurriedly defended: "Dude, I'm not a bad person!"

"Then what are you doing with us?"

"Ahem, doesn't it mean that you need a guide?" The young man coughed and said in embarrassment.

guide?

This is really what I want, I am short of a guide, and this guide came to the door.

At this time, he also understood the identity of the young man.Strictly speaking, this person should not be a guide, but a broker. To put it in the capital's dialect, he is a patchworker. To put it more bluntly, he is an intermediary.

However, intermediaries in antique shops are not so formal. As long as you have connections, or can speak well, or have good eyesight, if you really can't get along with some buyers and sellers, you can become a good intermediary.

These people will wander around the market when they have nothing to do, touch some potential buyers or sellers, go up to strike up a conversation if they feel that there is a door, and then introduce them to the seller or buyer. If they do not lead to a business, they can transfer some commissions from it.

The word "patchwork" originally meant to earn some intermediary fees or travel expenses.

Xu Jingxing had heard some stories about this business from Lao Yang before, but the antique market in the island city was so big that it really couldn't support a few brokers, and even if there were, they were part-time jobs, and there were very few professional brokers, so he was still the first This is the first time I saw a real broker—of course, this refers to the broker in the antique shop.

Wanting to understand the identity of this young man, he pretended to be enlightened, and then said with a smile: "When I noticed you just now, I thought you were being targeted by some gangster."

The young man also laughed and said: "I was also taken aback by you, buddy. Just now you moved too fast. I just stretched out my hand, and you disappeared. It's like changing shape. It's a real practice!" My son, I admire you."

He didn't want to talk more about this topic, so he shook his head and asked directly, "What's your name? By the way, since you dare to say hello, you have the confidence to solve my problem?"

"My surname is Yue, Yue Zhifeng, you can just call me Xiaoyue," Yue Zhifeng said with a smile, "But when it comes to solving the problem, I don't dare to promise anything, I can only help you find a way or something," said When I got here, I suddenly straightened up and asked, "If I guessed correctly, buddy, are you looking for an inkstone?"

(End of this chapter)