The two experienced stall runner's were completely out of control at this moment. They scrambled to search their bags for money. They even untied their belts in front of everyone and took out their last remaining savings from their underwear.
This scene made everyone around him look amused and frown at the same time.
"You just picked up the leak on my medal."
I leaned against the ginkgo tree and pointed at the commemorative medal stall owner with a smile on my face: "Do you feel good?"
The medal stall owner suddenly showed a smile that was uglier than crying, winked at me, and stammered, "I was so happy just now."
"Now, it's your turn."
"I'm happy, but not as happy as you."
As he said that, the medal stall owner handed me the cigarettes with both hands, like a kneeling prisoner in the old days: "You don't remember the faults of villains. You just said that you will come back sooner or later. Now, you are coming back."
"I feel so good!"
I reached out and took the cigarette, shook it and lit it, grinning: "Count by yourself."
Upon hearing this, the medal stall owner Ru Fenglunyin bowed deeply to me and lowered his head to his knees.
"Boss. You missed the tiger bone just now, now I'll let it slip for you. Pick it up."
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
The bearded stall owner tried his best to salute me with a fist, and respectfully pushed a pile of banknotes in front of me.
I raised my hand and grabbed a wad of money without even counting it, then handed it to the handsome boy and hissed, "Keep it."
The handsome boy's appearance was not much better than that of the others. He was equally shocked and disbelieving, but even more surprised and confused.
I grinned, grabbed two hundred yuan and stuffed it into the little handsome guy's hand, and went to get the denim backpack in his hand.
The handsome boy reacted, grabbed the strap and glared at me.
"Don't touch my stuff."
"I'll look at the money first."
The handsome boy raised his hand and held the red banknote under the lamp for a while and looked at it. After accepting the money angrily, he let go of his backpack, took out the Xuanji picture and yelled viciously: "Clear the account."
Just when I caught Xuanji Tu, the handsome guy stared at me and said coldly, "It's been four minutes."
What I responded to the handsome boy was a red banknote that I held up lightly.
The strange thing is that this time the handsome boy did not accept the money, but looked at me blankly with his eyes.
The eyes of the cold and desolate icebergs were full of loneliness and coldness.
There was an indescribable emotion flowing deep in the cold and emotionless eyes.
"I only earn what I should earn."
The handsome boy gritted his teeth and said coldly, turning to leave.
But I dragged the handsome boy and put on the ugliest smile on my cold and stiff face: "Where are you going?"
"It's up to you to take care of the hell. Get started."
The handsome young man had a bad temper and slashed my wrist with a heavy knife. He tried hard to break free. I turned around and pushed away the crowd without any hesitation before disappearing from my sight.
The situation was special. I couldn't stop the handsome boy from leaving, so I could only endure it.
But I am confident enough to find the handsome guy.
Even if I don't come to him, he will come to me.
"The current time is four o'clock in the morning."
Suddenly, a pleasant female voice came from the electronic watch on the wrist of the bearded stall owner.
At this moment, there were countless people surrounding me on three levels inside and outside.
Looking up, I saw a large area of darkness, filled with moving heads and eyes brighter than Venus.
And I am like a great commander who has exhausted all his fighting power in an expedition to the desert and is besieged.
It's just that everyone in front of me only dared to look at me and didn't dare to take a step beyond the limits.
"Brother, three hundred. I've counted them. Can you count them again?"
"Dude. Mine is four hundred. You have counted too."
The bearded stall owner and the medal stall owner reported to me respectfully and flatteringly, much like Ma Zhongchao.
"Need not!"
Although I had no strength left, I could clearly see the tricks of the two battle-hardened stall holders.
One of them counted five, and the other counted six.
I ate eleven candies in total.
But I didn't dismantle them.
Life is not easy, and I want to thank them for their help. Without them, I wouldn’t be able to sell out all my candies for a while.
That's right.
The candy I picked up was Pien Tze Huang, a grade-A Chinese product with a never-to-be-decrypted formula!
The formulas of six kinds of traditional Chinese medicine in China are state-level secrets!
Among them, four are in the Tian B level.
Tongrentang Angong Niuhuang Pills, Liushen Pills, Huatuo Zaizao Pills, and Shexiang Baoxin Pills!
One of those who will never be decrypted in the Tianjia class is Caiyun Baiyao, and the other is Pien Tze Huang!
It is said that only one person knows the formula of Caiyun Baiyao, while the formula and craftsmanship of Pien Tze Huang are in the hands of three people.
The four prescriptions disclosed by Pien Tze Huang are bezoar, snake gall, Tianqi, and musk.
The rest, unknown.
Pien Tze Huang was invented in the Ming Dynasty and is said to have been created by a court doctor of the Ming Dynasty.
For hundreds of years, Pien Tze Huang was only popular in a small area in southern China. Later, with the rise of Southeast Asia, Pien Tze Huang also became popular in this continent.
In the episode just now, those countless small plastic boxes that Kai Zi Li kicked over were the tools for hiding Pien Tse Huang.
To this day, most people in the north do not know Pien Tze Huang. Not to mention the packaging.
This kind of traditional Chinese medicine that has never been deciphered is of the first grade. Apart from its magical effects, there is only one word left.
expensive!
I don't know what kind of person would throw away so many Pien Tze Huang as candy trash at once, and I don't bother to guess.
Now I only have one thought.
I’m not short of money anymore!
In front of me were two snakeskin bags.
One contains shelled Pien Tze Huang, no less than a thousand.
In another snakeskin pocket, there are five to six hundred Pien Tze Huang neatly stacked in their original boxes.
This year is when Pien Tze Huang's prices are at their highest, and it is also Pien Tze Huang's sixth price increase since entering the new century.
Pien Tze Huang in its original box sells for 220 a piece in a drugstore.
I only sell it for one hundred and eighty.
God is fair, children and old men are not deceived.
After the two stall owners, Beard and Souvenir, opened the stall for me, young and old men who had made countless trips to the ghost market followed suit without hesitation and paid for the goods.
In the blink of an eye, there was a pile of colorful banknotes around me, flooding my knees.
In the remaining time, the money grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye. It turned from a sea of money into a mountain of money, and soon it accumulated in my lower abdomen.
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