"Let me ask you a fucking question, are you going to return the money to those orphan dogs or exchange it for items and keep them in your own pockets?"
"The Nanshu people called us soy sauce gangs, the Shenju people called us lying bandits, and Mu Qingqing called us idiots. Gentlemen, don't you feel ashamed?"
"We don't know antiques and antiques. We are indeed a soy sauce army sent by the competition committee, but now 444 has given us the opportunity to pick up the slack. Can we let it go?"
"cannot!"
"Our purchase of Pien Tze Huang is not to prove how great we are. We are just using the most practical actions to tell the competition committee. We can also make mistakes!"
"What we picked up is still obvious!"
"Just figure it out for yourself!"
The words awakened the dreamer, and many contestants behind him were like enlightened. In an instant, they were full of chicken blood, jumped up, waved banknotes and shouted wildly.
"Brother, give me ten."
"Handsome, I want three."
"Handsome guy, I want six shelled ones, six original ones."
Another round of panic buying was ignited.
Countless contestants who chose to lie down donated all their accumulated leakage money at this moment and threw it under my bad body.
In just three minutes, the two large snakeskin bags of Pien Tze Huang were gradually emptied by countless people trying to grab them.
When the contestants were satisfied and dispersed, and I was ready to take away the last 100 boxes of Pien Tze Huang, the photo shoot press, supervisors, and invigilators came up blankly, dropped the money without saying a word, silently picked up the Pien Tze Huang, turned around and left.
you***!
These two-armed people!
As the most sacred invigilator and supervisor, he has no shame in picking on the contestants? !
He just picked up the leaks, and he didn't even say thank you.
The damn conscience was eaten by dogs!
Bad review!
I was one of the ten thousand people who didn’t want these two-armed people to pick up the slack, but I was so tired that I couldn’t speak. I even ran out of energy to hold on to the money. I could only watch these two-armed people succeed in their conspiracy and leave.
Finally, someone else gathered around me.
Next, I spent 5,500 to buy the Fangsheng palace lantern, 1,300 to buy the Mongolian copper coin stirrup, and 1,000 to buy the Xianfeng jade ring.
I also took all the bronze drums and fish and jade screens handed down from Caiyun Province into my pocket.
Carrying a big bag full of money, I stood up with difficulty holding on to the ginkgo tree I was most familiar with...
"Boss. Please stay."
Suddenly, a gentle and low voice came into my ears.
An old man of half a hundred years stood under the lonely street lamp, bowed his head and nodded to me, flattering and flattering: "Boss, you said earlier that the monk's hat pot was worth 300,000 yuan..."
"Now, do you still want to accept it?"
Looking at the holder of the monk's hat pot, I gritted my teeth and warned myself not to fall. I silently stared at the owner of the monk's hat pot and spoke in a hissing voice. .
"receive!"
"But I don't have three hundred thousand."
"All my money is here."
Five minutes later, I walked into the Daliu Shu Ghost Market for the seventh time. The transaction was completed with the boss of Monk Hat Pot at the door of the toilet.
As I said, seven in and seven out, if one is missing and one is out, I will lose!
I did it!
Although the boss of Monk Hat Pot was smart, he still didn't plot against me.
The final transaction price of the monk's hat pot was NT$216,000, plus the last twenty boxes of Pien Tze Huang.
At this point, I have swept away all the high-end goods in the entire Daliu Shu Ghost Market that night, truly catching them all!
There is only one winner tonight, and that's me!
This night is destined to belong to me.
This night, I wrote the most profound and colorful strokes in the big willow tree!
This night, I became a legend!
After this night, I will become the legend of the big willow tree!
I stepped out of the big willow tree under the unhurried tracking of the filming and promotional materials.
Ignoring the many contestants who were still waiting for the taxi, he swaggered to the side of the road amidst countless looks of admiration, awe, envy, and hatred. He took out a wad of red banknotes and spoke indifferently to the taxi driver.
"One thousand yuan. Friendship Hotel. Can we leave or not?"
Then, I said loudly to the driver of another taxi: "One thousand yuan. Send my 28-meter stick to the Friendship Hotel."
Immediately, two drivers jumped out of the car, and one of them respectfully invited me to get in the car. The other one carefully lifted my penis onto the roof of the taxi like an ancestor.
This magical operation made many contestants who were preparing to carpool back to the Friendship Hotel become so angry that they vomited three liters of blood.
It is now the end of the game, and most of the contestants have very little money left, and can barely carpool back to the Friendship Hotel for delivery.
But by chance, I met a rich man like me who was not short of money!
Although they hate me very much, under the omnipotent pressure of money, these people can only break their teeth and swallow blood.
The song ends and everyone disperses...
The lone lamp shone on the car window, casting a dazzling light. The red taillights of the car drew a series of thrilling and romantic bloody afterimages in the night.
The dark street is clear and dark for a while under the frequent changes of high beam and low beam.
At four o'clock in the morning, Yandu, where the ancient and the modern meet, is like a stitched monster. One section is the Ming Dynasty, one section is the Manchu Qing Dynasty, one section is the Republic of China, and the other section is modern.
Snowflakes were flying, splashing on the car window glass, turning into crystal teardrops, slowly gathering, slowly turning into tears again, stretching, stretching again...
Turning around the long street, the snow changed from snow particles to flakes.
Piece after piece, fluttering and falling quietly into the world, quietly waiting for more and more companions, quietly accumulating...
At 4:35, I arrived at the Friendship Hotel safely.
When I left, I was as embarrassed as a bereaved dog. When I returned, I became the center of attention.
After calmly handing over all the missing items without any sadness or joy, I was taken to the infirmary for first aid.
There was a big gash on his head, six centimeters long, which required twelve stitches.
There were not only frostbite on his hands, but also skin wounds, a total of 21 wounds.
The multiple bruises on the body don’t count!
Unlike other contestants, I participated in the battle alone with no logistics, no team, and no comrades. Therefore, I did not have any clothes to change.
Comprehensive martial arts competitions cost a lot of money.
The newly purchased down jacket was scrapped again!
