Chapter 3

c Baoguo Temple still had street stalls at that time, and there were quite a lot of them, selling mainly coins and porcelain pieces. It is said that the famous piece of cake in Beijing was made in Baoguo Temple.

A carrot and a pit, I just happened to bring porcelain and copper coins, and the route was just right. I was instantly swept away from despair and my confidence increased greatly.

I really don’t believe that no one wants this old thing!

I was lucky enough to occupy an open space in front of the newsstand, and bought two chicken sausages with the only three yuan I had left.

I ate the chicken sausage and thought to myself: "Whether I starve to death in Beijing or freeze to death in Beijing, or whether I enjoy the hot and spicy food, it all depends on today."

Unexpected.

As soon as my stall was laid out, within ten minutes, a large number of people gathered in front of my stall.

"Boss, how did you sell Song Qian and Qing Qian?"

"Boss, can you show me your little pastel salt shaker?"

For a time, I was very busy.

"Boss, how much does that pair of magenta bottles cost? Just tell me the lowest price. If it suits me, I'll take it."

Looking at the stall in panic, I said casually, "A pair of magenta bile bottles, at least 800."

"Okay, wrap it up. If you want it, how can I give you money?" The man nodded directly and asked me to wrap it up.

"Wait a minute, don't panic, I'll pay 830 for these bottles," suddenly another person increased the price for me.

"Ma Laosan, what you did...isn't it against the rules?" the man said coldly.

"Oh, the rules? Haven't you paid yet? The little boss can sell to whomever he wants!"

"You tell me the rules? Boss Song, there are fewer and fewer old things now. Besides, you don't have to worry about selling this kind of dowry bottle. Just put it in a box and put it in your store. How much can it sell? Boss Song, don't you have an idea?"

Boss Song slapped his thigh.

"Fuck! Ma Laoliu, you don't care how much I sell! How much I sell is none of your business!"

Seeing that these two people were about to fight, I quickly broke up the fight.

"Don't argue. Isn't there something else here? Take a look, this small pastel salt shaker is pretty good. Although it's not covered, the painting is good."

Boss Song looked at the salt shaker in my hand and asked me loudly: "Little brother, you just said you would sell it to me for eight hundred, who do you want to sell it to now?"

I thought to myself: "How come things that no one wants in Panjiayuan are being snatched up here?"

After thinking about it, I looked at him and said, "Brother, I said this pair of bottles was 800, so I'll sell them to you for 800. I can't break my promise."

"Ha ha."

"Okay!" The man laughed, patted his beer belly, and looked at Ma Laoliu with a proud look on his face.

He glanced briefly at the other items on my stall.