When a few people came out of Juguzhai, it was already past four in the morning, and the ghost market would stop in less than an hour.
Although it was getting late, there were even more people than before. Many people gathered around various antique stalls and looked carefully with flashlights, like fireflies in the dark night sky.
Seeing that time was running out, Boss Feng couldn't help but feel a little anxious as he looked at the crowd of people waiting to pick up the missing items on the street.
"Boss Song, let's look for another antique shop. There are too many people on this street."
Song Qingyun looked at the people on the street and frowned slightly. Normally, there were not so many people in this ghost market. A few days ago, a large blue-glazed vat appeared, which obviously attracted a lot of people.
"No need," Chen Yang pursed his lips and said with a smile, "We don't need to look carefully at every stall, just pay attention to those people holding things in their hands in front of the stalls!"
After Chen Yang finished speaking, Song Qingyun's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth turned up. Chen Yang's method was so good!
"Brother Chen, what do you mean?" Boss Feng obviously did not understand what Chen Yang meant. Feng Yao and Fang Ziwei held their arms and looked at Chen Yang at the same time.
After Feng Yao helped auction the snuff bottles, Fang Ziwei instantly became a team with Feng Yao. Now the two of them looked more like best friends. Chen Yang shook his head when he saw it. Women are really strange animals.
"Boss Feng," Song Qingyun smiled at the side, "Brother Chen means that since they can hold things in their hands, they must be good at it. We just need to pay attention to whether what they are holding is the real thing." .”
After hearing this, Boss Feng's mind lit up, "Wow!" Although this method may have missed the real treasure on the stall, the advantage is that it is fast, and it is obvious that there is not much time left for my group.
Even so, Chen Yang and others visited the ghost market for most of the time, but they didn't find anything good. Although there were a few that caught his eye, Song Qingyun felt that they were not suitable for Boss Feng’s identity, so it was best to choose porcelain.
"How long do we have to go shopping?" Feng Yao obviously had no patience anymore, pouting and said, "Dad, it's all your fault, you had to drag me here!"
"Didn't you say that I can't buy the real thing?" Boss Feng looked at his daughter and said, "You also bet me that if I buy the real thing, I won't have to buy you a drum set."
"You didn't buy this yourself," Feng Yao pouted beside her and pointed at Chen Yang, "It doesn't count your ability to find such a powerful helper! The bet doesn't count, the drum set must be given to me. purchase!"
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