"Modern times. Mr. Sun's inscription for the world. It has a stamp. It has a payment. It is a complete product. It is worth twenty thousand. Thirty-five can be collected. Five hundred and seventy-one times the profit. The stall owner knows the goods but not the price. Someone gave him one thousand three , the chance of leakage is zero.”
After three minutes of pushing the 28 big bar forward, my mind had already passed nearly twenty artifacts that exceeded profits.
But, in the end, I denied it.
Because without exception, the stalls where these utensils belonged were full of people.
More than half of the buyers were from tonight's contestants.
The objects in my photos were commonplace items that I recognized and so did the contestants.
Some of them have been fighting guerrilla battles with the stall owners for half an hour, and some have already started to attack.
No matter in any era or time, the battle of picking up leaks is the most test of the buyer’s mind and nerves. The battle of wits and courage with the seller during this period was even more thrilling.
If anything goes wrong in any link, everything will be in vain.
Picking up leaks on weekdays is a long tug-of-war. Now, picking up leaks during special periods is five times, or even five hundred times more difficult.
Eight minutes later, I had almost walked through the entire ghost market.
Today is the winter solstice, and not many people can bear the early morning temperature in Yandu.
Especially on Panjiayuan Dachangba, the most empty place, the biting north wind is still blowing.
In these eight minutes, I saw at least twenty contestants successfully pick up the missing items, successfully get their favorite items, and then turn around and go out to the Big Willow Tree under the video of two personal posters.
At this time, in the Panjiayuan Ghost Market, most of the valuable items were cleared out by the contestants who arrived early.
The contestants who completed the task of picking up leaks were secretly thankful that they had started in time, while those who were hesitant stood in the open space with the north wind blowing and cursed in their hearts.
Other contestants did the opposite and squatted around the night market, waiting for new vendors to arrive.
Every time a new seller comes, dozens of contestants rush in from all directions. Before the seller could put out his goods, he surrounded the stall tightly and blocked the way.
The attitude of so many people surrounding him scared the stall owner so much that he was confused and confused.
When the stall owner carefully opened the stall and took out the goods, all the contestants started to take them without giving the stall owner any time to react.
The one with fast hands has the upper hand, the one with slow hands is so anxious that he glances at the stall owner’s backpack and suitcase, and directly attacks without any sense of moral integrity!
The scene was like a post-apocalyptic shopping spree.
This is not picking up the pieces, this is simply robbing them!
What’s even more funny is that when some contestants saw me pushing a bicycle, they immediately stopped me and asked me in a low voice what I had in store.
With my head hidden in my down hat, I knocked this fool away and walked to the end of the ghost market stall. ap.
There are only two or three stalls here, and the stall owners do not bring special lighting.
The owners of such stalls are either newbies who have just entered the industry, or they are just amateur collectors who use their free weekends to earn some pocket money.
Even so, there were quite a few people in front of these three stalls.
There are not many stall owners in the Panjiayuan Ghost Market in winter. There are only about a hundred or so stalls in Dachangba tonight.
However, the number of players participating in the leak-picking battle at the headquarters was as high as 500.
Each person is paired with two follow-up posters, that's 1,500 people.
Coupled with the invigilators and supervisors sent by the competition committee and the observation group from the Special Bureau of the Academy of Sciences, the number of people soared to two thousand.
This is not counting the veteran Yandu who likes to visit the ghost market.
This ratio will give you the same result.
There are many monks but little porridge, and there is nothing left to pick up!
The next second, I stopped at the last stall where the most people gathered, and stared sideways through the cracks in the crowd.
The stall owner is a middle-aged man, and the stall is filled with a lot of groceries.
The most eye-catching thing is when
It's a box of ginseng held in the stall owner's hand.
The main ginseng is only about ten centimeters long, but the longest ginseng beard is an astonishing over a foot long.
Moreover, her dozen ginseng fibrous roots are strong and flawless.
The horizontal stripes are independent and not connected to each other from top to bottom.
There is also a little bit of black soil in the iron lines in the middle, which is particularly dazzling.
Needless to say, this is the most authentic and authentic Changbai Mountain old ginseng.
Flawless, no roots were damaged during the ginseng harvesting process.
year, at least twenty-five years.
This kind of old wild ginseng is hard to come by!
Dabaicai, the old scholar, and Liu Yuxi, who were waiting around the stall owner, were closest to each other and had been holding hands with the stall owner to negotiate the price.
I just glanced at Laoshan Ginseng and then turned around.
Just looking at the stall owner's calm eyes, you can tell that no one can pick up his leaks.
For an old wild ginseng of this grade, even if you combine the money collected by everyone present, you may not be able to win it.
The futile waiting, the wasted ink!
The moment I turned back, I suddenly realized that I had seen the entire Panjiayuan Ghost Market.
The result is just one.
Nothing to gain, nothing to gain!
This is what happens if you come late!
Damn it!
Even eating shit didn’t catch up with the hot food!
After walking around Panjiayuan, I didn't see Kaizi Li and the three wild card players, nor did I see Huang Shengyang's group of seed players. This shows that they have successfully picked up the missing players in Panjiayuan and went to Daliu Shu long ago.
The ghost market in Daliushu is their ultimate battlefield.
And I am still searching for the remaining rubbish they looted in the first battlefield!
Even eating shit can't keep up with the heat. This old saying is true.
Looking at the bustling ghost market, I felt like I was the only one left in the world.
My only thought at this moment is to fry the orphan dogs of the competition committee!
As for the old mean man, I will crush him to ashes without even realizing the hatred in my heart.
It's now 1:25 in the morning, and the fastest ride to Daliu Shu is forty minutes.
Based on my understanding of the Big Willow Tree, after this period of time, the stall owners have done their best. Whatever good goods there are, they have been cleaned up by the racing dogs.
Even if there are good products, they are all high-end products with wide open doors. There is no way to pick up the leak.
It's meaningless now!
I was exhausted and found myself in such a bustling ghost market, but all I saw in my eyes was an empty hell.
For the first time since participating in the comprehensive martial arts competition, I felt my own insignificance and helplessness.
There is also the persistence of confidence and belief that is difficult to maintain.
At this moment, I thought of cheating!
