chapter 2

c Dragging the box into the market from the north gate, the first thing I saw was the greenhouse area. Good guy, it happened to be a Saturday, so it was an exaggeration to say there were so many people.

Rudraksha, beeswax turquoise, miscellaneous porcelain, jade and jewelry, bronze weapons, stone carving rubbings, embroidery, calligraphy and painting, there is really everything. It opened my eyes and was dazzled.

Of course, most of them are fake, and there are very few genuine products on the stalls in the greenhouses.

I was delighted and thought to myself: "Everything here is fake. All my things are collected by myself. They are real old things. They should be sold out soon."

I saw an empty stall in the shed, so I prepared to take out the things to set up a stall.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A bald stall owner next to me stopped me.

"Let's set up a stall," I said.

"Setting up a stall? Is this your stall and you just set up a stall? Come on, let's go, little brat, get out of here."

I gritted my teeth and said, "I want to set up a stall. Is this your stall? I'll give you money, how much do you want?"

The bald man rolled his eyes, and he immediately said with a smile: "One hundred yuan, if you give me one hundred yuan, you can do it."

"What! One hundred dollars!"

"Why is it so expensive!"

He squinted and said, "That's the price. If you don't show up, leave as soon as possible. Don't stop me from doing business."

I now have less than one hundred left in my pocket, so I gritted my teeth and bargained, and gave him ninety.

Now, I only have three dollars left in my body.

The bald man took the money and kept laughing.

Unexpectedly, I had just laid out the stall and half of the things were put out, when the loudspeaker from the antique market started to sound.

"Dear tourists and merchants, the Panjiayuan Flea Market has closed. Please take your belongings with you and leave the market in an orderly manner. I wish you a happy shopping and a prosperous business."

As soon as the horn sounded, the stall owners all around began to close their stalls.

At that time, I was so stupid that I hadn’t even made a move yet. . . . . .

I angrily said to the bald man: "Give me your money back. The market is about to close now, and I haven't started selling it yet."

"Bah!" The bald man spat and scolded me with a cold face: "Why didn't you show it! Your cloth is already on it! Now it's a show! It's impossible to get the money back!"

My eyes turned red and I became anxious. I grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go, yelling at him to pay me back the money.

"Baby!" He kicked me hard in the stomach.