"Young man, I haven't opened my shop yet this early in the morning, so why don't you come and do some shopping here?"
The owner of the silver stall is an old woman in her sixties or seventies. She wears simple clothes, but just by the style of the clothes, you can tell at a glance that they are the costumes of ethnic minorities.
I just glanced at it and concluded that none of the items in the stall were old, and the oldest ones could only be from the 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, and 1990s.
Perhaps because the old woman looked pitiful, I slowed down and stopped in front of her stall.
[I love the spring: I'll give it to my boss, it's so shiny. That silver ingot is pretty good, it should be worth a lot of money. Boss, please get one for your brother. 】
[Little beauty: Brother boss, I like that silver mirror. Please ask for the price. 】
[Hainan Weige: Boss, my wife is about to give birth, and most likely it will be a boy. My son can’t hold a silver spoon, so give me a silver spoon! 】
The silver stall is indeed very dazzling. As soon as I turned my phone around, it attracted a lot of shouts from fans.
My live broadcast is open for fan voice replies, so outsiders can clearly hear what the fans say.
Hearing that my live broadcast room was in a state of excitement, the old lady at the silver stall was also very excited and hurriedly introduced the items on the stall in front of her one by one.
Fatty Wu on the side was also winking at me, which meant that he wanted me to get him two good things.
I'm not a shady agent, and I didn't harm the fans at all during this live broadcast. Even if they really like it and insist on buying it, I have to say it first.
"Dear fans, there is one thing I want to state in advance. All the goods on this silver stall are modern imitations, belonging to the May 67th Great Leap Forward period. If you still like them, tell me that I have taken a fancy to them. If you want to buy it, just tell me Dongzi, okay!"
I have said this countless times. Whenever I judge that an entire booth is fake, the fans in the live broadcast room will all say one thing in unison, that is, the boss will change the booth. Next one!
But this time it was strange. Even though they knew that all the items in the silver stall were imitations, there were still many people wanting to buy them.
This made me feel very surprised. I wonder if it’s because the silver products on this stall are too dazzling, or because the old lady looks too pitiful to everyone?
Customers are God. If they want it, then buy it, so I pointed out the things that the fans named one by one to the old lady, and the old lady picked it up and showed it without any fatigue, and she was so happy that she The teeth are exposed.
Since it is an imitation, of course I have kept the price to the lowest. I calculate it based on the market price of pure silver per gram, and then add a little crafting fee.
The price I quoted was very low, and the old lady seemed to know that I was an expert, so she agreed immediately without any further haggling.
There were more than a hundred pieces of silverware in the old lady's silver stall, and nine out of ten of them were picked up by me. Not to mention how the old lady was feeling at the time, it was just the owners of the other stalls. , all the eyeballs turned red.
Then I saw that the old lady was so excited that she shed two lines of turbid tears. She was so grateful to me that she almost made me kneel down.
After about half a day of broadcasting, I had to stop broadcasting because there were so many things that even I had to share some of it for Fatty Wu.
Fatty Wu and I walked out of the antique market and looked at the taxi casually. We had just put a bag of things in the car. Before we could get in, we saw a slightly rickety figure in the distance. Coming towards Quick Step.
"Young man, wait a minute!"
It was the old lady from the silver stall. She seemed to have sold out everything. She had just closed the stall and ran over with a small backpack on her back.
Or maybe she is really old. The old lady is out of breath when she runs, and she has to rest for two steps.
Seeing this, I asked Fatty Wu to get in the car and wait for a while, and then quickly walked towards the old lady.
"Grandma, what do you want me to do?"
The old grandma panted in front of me for a long time, and then she slowly said, "Young man, you are a good boy. Grandma, I have something to give you."
As she spoke, the old woman took off the backpack from her back, stretched out her hand and rummaged through it.
Seeing this, I hurriedly refused and said, "Grandma, no need, you better keep it for yourself!"
The old lady didn't listen to my dissuasion and still rummaged in the basket. After a while, she smiled and took out an old dirty cloth bundle from the basket.
I opened the bag and found a small jar the size of my fist.
Originally, I thought it was a wine jar, and it might contain wine brewed by the old lady.
But the moment the small jar appeared in front of me, I could clearly feel the coolness emanating from the small jar, which made me shiver all over at noon.
As the coolness hit my face, I felt a strong breath of death, which made me suddenly think that it might be an urn.
I refused even more, but my strong curiosity made me really want to know what was in that little jar. Was it wine or ashes?
The old woman's face was suddenly covered with a strange expression. She seemed to be smiling but not laughing, and was crying but not crying. In short, she looked strange and made people feel uncomfortable.
Finally, the old lady reached out and opened the lid of the small jar. As the lid opened, a strange aroma wafted out.
Smelling this aroma, I directly rejected my guess. It was not wine or ashes, but it might be some rare treasure.
"Grandma, it smells so good. What's in it?"
I hurriedly moved closer out of curiosity, and looked towards the mouth of the altar, which was only the size of a child's fist...
The first thing that caught the eye was a pool of turbid liquid, the color of which looked like the water in the Yellow River.
The quality of the water was so bad that it was difficult to connect it with the strange aroma.
The turbid liquid suddenly rippled, as if something was moving in the turbid liquid.
Before I could see clearly what that thing was, the old woman's turbid eyes suddenly shone with a glimmer of light, and then she poured the turbid liquid in the small jar directly towards me.
At that time, I was stunned on the spot. I never thought that the liquid in the small jar would be poured on me while canvassing for votes.
Although the small jar was not big, the liquid inside already drenched me from head to toe.
"Grandma, what are you doing? What did you throw at me?!"
I yelled a little angrily, thinking that I only patronized her stall because I felt sorry for her, but I never thought that she would repay kindness with hatred and even pour unknown liquid on me.
I was really scared at that time. Fortunately, the liquid was just scented liquid. If it had been sulfuric acid, I might have been disfigured.
I yelled angrily at the old lady. If it weren't for her age, I might have attacked her rudely.
Just when I was angry, I suddenly felt something crawling quickly around my neck. The thing was so fast that I didn't even have time to see clearly what it was. It entered my mouth and disappeared down my throat.
"Ugh...something got into my mouth!"
Although my mouth was full of aroma, I couldn't help but retching. I wanted to spit out what was deep in my throat, but after retching for a long time, nothing happened.
Slowly, the feeling of something stuck in my throat disappeared. That was because the thing had entered my body along my throat.
"Okay, this way, grandma, I'll feel relieved!"
After that, the old lady picked up the basket again, turned around with a smile and walked away.
I wanted to catch up and ask her what exactly she let into my stomach, but at this moment, the taxi driver’s urging came from behind me.
I only turned my head back for a moment, and it didn't take even a second. But when I turned my head again, the old lady mysteriously disappeared in front of my eyes!
