Screenwriter Mystery

"Take a look, take a look~"

"Boss, how much is this thing?"

"One hundred baht."

"Sawadika."

Bangkok, Chinatown.

The two-kilometer block is dotted with thousands of businesses of all kinds, with prominent signboards in Chinese and Thai. The gold shop decorated with golden ornaments and heavy gold ornaments and the grocery store filled with all kinds of dried and fresh fruits are filled with a strong and simple business atmosphere.

Among the shops with many signs, the most conspicuous is the gold shop. On Yaohuali Road, which is less than two kilometers in length, there are hundreds of gold shops, large and small, with huge signboards erected at the entrances, and golden jewelry and gold products are displayed on the counters. According to statistics, nearly 70% of all gold shops in Bangkok are located in Chinatown.

The piles of gold ornaments are piled up like goods in the store, giving people a different illusion, as if the store is not selling expensive gold ornaments, but toys.

Head down along the Chao Phraya River, through the dense crowds in Chinatown, the smell of preserved meat mixed with medicinal herbs came from the surrounding shops, with a lot of Chaozhou dialect and a small amount of Thai in my ears.

Carefully avoiding the surrounding crowd, after passing through countless shops in Chinatown, the man finally stopped in front of a grocery store, looked up at the big characters on the sign at the door of the shop, and vaguely recognized 'Qian Ji' Two names, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked in.

The grocery store occupies a small area, and there are some small objects placed at the door as signs. When I entered the store, I saw a tall and thin old man with gray hair in his 50s or 60s, holding a radio in his hand and squinting and humming and listening to opera.

"What do you need?" Although she narrowed her eyes, the old lady didn't take it lightly, and quickly noticed the man who entered the store: "Whether it's buying something or giving it away, everything you want is here."

His eyes swept across the grocery store, and there was nothing too special. However, the man's sun-tanned face had a wary look on his face. After looking left and right, he took out an amulet from his pocket and handed it to him. In front of the old man, he asked in Thai, "Boss, I heard that you still accept things here?"

"Prince Clothes ~ I can't bear the tears when I pick up the pen~~"

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Seeing the man handing the amulet in front of him, a shrewdness flashed in the old man's eyes, he pressed the radio in his hand, and reached out to the man to make a move.

Noticing the old man's movements, the man stepped forward in cooperation.

The latter stretched out his thin fingers, took the amulet from the other party's hand, picked up the presbyopic glasses hanging around his neck and put them on his nose, looking at it carefully.

The amulet is engraved with a figure covering his face with both hands. This is the face-covering Buddha, also known as Paida Buddha. It is very famous in Thailand. Its function is to block things and things that are unfavorable to the wearer. Outside the body, making it inaccessible to the body affects people's minds.

The workmanship of the entire amulet is very rough. It can be seen that it has not been polished too carefully. It is not because the material is gold and the materials used are sufficient. It can be seen that the owner who asked for this amulet should have some financial resources. I don't know why it fell into the hands of the man in front of me.

That's right, from the moment the man took out the amulet, the old man had already seen that the other party should not be the owner of this amulet.

However, this did not prevent the old man from accepting this amulet. No matter who its original owner is now in his own hands, there is no reason to let it go. After all, the price of gold is very tight right now.

Although he had already used the idea of ​​accepting this amulet in his heart, on the surface the old man calmly looked at the amulet in his hand, looking at it over and over, and muttering to himself: "This amulet , It seems that the condition is a little poor. I should have mixed some other things in the production, resulting in a low gold content. Moreover, there is a scratch here. I don't know if it has been blocked. Disaster, then it's even more worthless..."

The old man said this passage deliberately in Thai, so that the man in front of him could hear the content of his words clearly.

Sure enough, after hearing these words from the old man, the expression on the man's face immediately became a little anxious.

"Impossible. When I got the amulet, I deliberately looked at it. Its gold content is not low, if not..."

Speaking of which, the man seemed to have thought of something, and quickly closed his mouth, just looking at the old man in the shop and said resolutely.

"In short, if you don't give me the price of 10,000 baht, I won't sell the amulet to you. Apart from you, I know many shops that accept amulets."

The man's 'threat' did not change the expression on the old man's face too much. He still carefully looked at the amulet in his hand, especially the scratch on the belly of the Buddha. said in a tone of voice.

"Since you have found old money, then I will not cheat you. I have been doing business in Chinatown for so many years, and I talk about integrity. Although this amulet is a little worse in quality, it is not low in age, so it should not be the latest. If the product is in good condition, 10,000 baht is not high, but it suffered from this scratch."

"You should also know that the function of amulet is to keep safety, especially the genuine one like the Buddha that hides the face. The body Buddha has already blocked a disaster for the master, and the amulet that has blocked the disaster is not so effective."

Pointing to the scratches on the amulet, the old man shook his head with a 'sorrowful' expression.

"So, I can only offer up to three thousand baht."

"What, three thousand baht?!"

Hearing that the amulet he finally got was only worth 3,000 baht, the man could not agree.

He looked at the amulet in the old man's hand, especially the scratches on the Buddha's body, and his heart felt a little loose, but on the surface he still refused to retreat: "Impossible, three thousand baht. It's too little, at least 9,000 baht is enough."

Hearing the man's words, the old man knew that the deal was done.

Of course, he still bluntly said: "I can give you 5,000 baht at most, which is already the limit. Most people won't even accept an amulet that doesn't work."

"Eight thousand baht, I will sell it to you as long as eight thousand baht."

"At most, at most five thousand and five."

"Seven thousand five."

"Six thousand five."

In this way, after haggling back and forth in the grocery store, the price for the two of them was finally set at more than 6,700 baht.

After setting the price, the old man grinned to reveal his few teeth, and still said in a tone of loss: "Okay, okay, six thousand seven is six thousand seven, just treat me as a loss of money to do business and buy favors, I can't let you run away in vain."