Chang Xian was stunned, Qianer 800?

You must know that the average monthly salary of a worker in Tianjin is only 1,400 to 500 yuan, and a brand new high-end crystal table lamp in a high-end shopping mall does not cost more than 200 to 300 yuan.

It seemed that he was still not good enough, and this old man saw something fishy. No wonder he said that he had raised several children by relying on Shenyang Dao.

It doesn't matter if you say it's a thousand yuan, but these old birds who have been around Shenyang Road for decades are better than monkeys even if they don't stick to their hair. If you dare to agree to give a thousand yuan smoothly, he will dare to say yes. One thousand dollars, if you dare to grit your teeth and agree to one thousand dollars again, he will dare to find reasons not to sell it.

In the final analysis, it is a process of psychological expectations. If there is no trick at all, who would pay a high price for a pile of junk?

"The old man is worthy of being a senior. I admire him very much. Today, a junior can be regarded as a master. I'll pay the tuition. I'll take the five hundred yuan."

Chang Xian looked at the old man's expressionless expression and said with a smile: "We all know that this thing is not even worth fifty, so don't think about why I offered five hundred. I have my own reasons, but my reasons are not necessarily For your reason, if you want to lower the price, I will definitely put it down and leave."

As he spoke, he grabbed the pole of the desk lamp and made a gesture of throwing it down at any time and walking away. Although he had lost points for his acting skills before, what he was betting on was that this was a second-hand item, not an antique. Five hundred dollars would have already made it fly into the sky. No one I would pay an exorbitant price (surprisingly high price) for an old desk lamp!

The old man looked at Chang Xian's expression and pondered for a moment: "Hehe! The young man is not bad, he is really good. I am just teasing you. This broken lamp is worthless. It's not easy for you to look at the old man. You have to give it to me." Five hundred yuan to buy cigarettes will make the old man miserable, so just five hundred yuan!"

Chang Xian turned his left hand, took out a wad of money from his backpack, and pulled out five cards: "Thank you, sir. You taught me a lesson today! Take care of yourself. I'll see you later!"

He asked the old man to simply wrap the desk lamp with a waste paper box. Chang Xian didn't bother to feel the spiritual sense all the way here. He reviewed the confrontation with the old man from beginning to end. He thought that he must have used too much force just now, and there were traces of it. It was too heavy, so the old man grabbed the flaw.

This desk lamp was knocked out by him head-on with "a hammer blow". In the industry, "knocking a hammer head" means that experts knock down the work head-on with each other head-on.

The job this time was not big, but it was his first confrontation with an insider. He really saw a folk crouching tiger, hidden dragon. If today's battlefield was not at a secondhand stall, but at any antique stall, the result would definitely be He was utterly defeated.

The old man's blow to the head made classmate Chang Xian, who was armed with a cheating device, realize that he was still a young green seedling, far from a towering tree. The little tail in his heart that had not yet grown up was extinguished by the slap of the old hand. Went back.

"Rhythm...rhythm...measurement..." Chang Xian was still thinking, when a loud voice shook him out of his reflection.

"Get out of here! You are just a follower and you are here to fool me. Cao Er is here. This is really new!"

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a double-breasted Tang shirt, banging a folding fan in his hand. Not only did he have a dazzling array of stalls here, but the store at the back was also open. Obviously, this was the owner of the large "Guyun Shanfang" Shopkeeper.

Shopkeeper Cao looked at a young man with a somewhat wretched image with disdain, and said sideways: "It only takes two minutes to go out from here and turn the corner to the Nanyingmen Police Station on Guiyang Road. Today they are open all day long. Do you want to try...

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"Oh! What are you talking about? I really have something good..."

It sounds like this guy has an accent from the suburbs of Beijing, but I can't tell. Starting from Wuqing, which is under the jurisdiction of Jinmen, and going west to Langfang and Tongzhou, the accent is all that of the suburbs of Beijing. I can't make out a few words.

The man muttered and looked at Shopkeeper Cao and rolled his eyes, not daring to say anything anymore. He tucked the package under his arm, said something bad to himself, lowered his head and moved forward, when he heard a sneer from behind.

"Followers" come in groups and are organized to set traps for others. Their attacks are ruthless and dark, and they deceive many people who yearn to collect. Once they are bitten by snakes, they will never play again.

This group of people is what "businessmen" like antique shop owners hate the most. No wonder Shopkeeper Cao speaks so harshly.

Chang Xian looked at the figure in front of him and followed him with a smile.

It’s hard to say that Shopkeeper Cao and his empiricism kill people. That guy is ugly, with a short neck and legs, gray eyes and gray skin. He is soft and soft like a piece of roasted potato. He looks like a shadow when he stands, and like a smoke when he walks. He looks like he was born to be a thief.

Material.

But in Chang Xian's spiritual consciousness, he clearly felt that there were two treasures tucked into the package under the man's arm. Judging from the man's expression of perplexity when talking about the police, there must be something wrong with the way things were opened.

Ma Xiaoda walked 40 to 50 meters with his head down, and his steps slowed down. Everyone's guess was correct. Xiao Dazi was also a well-known character in the Xianghe Dachang area.

Xiao Dazi has a tricky eye and quick hands. Even if you stick the note to your belly, it will be in his hands in the blink of an eye. He will keep it without you noticing, and even the feeling of sticking the note to your belly will not change.

In particular, he has the ability to "lean close to the person". In public transportation, subway, and bus situations, if he uses his hand to lean on someone just a little bit, whatever is on the person's body will definitely be nothing.

Many people nowadays like to tuck their wallets into the butt pockets of their pants, with the pockets uncovered and a narrow edge of the wallet exposed.

You look at your wallet and wave to you, but it’s not easy to reach out and pull it out.

The pockets are small, the wallet is bulging and tight, and the nerves in the butt are no worse than the nerves in the face. They can detect any movement, but Xiao Dazi has his own tricks.

At this moment, he leaned against the car door, waited for the car to stop, and waited for people to get out of the car. His hands were faster than lightning, and he swiped over and pinched the edge of the wallet with the tips of his index and middle fingers.

When getting off the car, people's center of gravity and attention are downwards, so there is no need to stretch the wallet in the pocket, it will be comfortable and come out unconsciously.

Once the wallets are in hand and scattered, it is much safer than those fools who attack in the carriage.

Ma Xiaoda broke into the kiln hall two days ago (hiding in people's houses unprepared during the day and stealing) and got it from a safe in a house. Unexpectedly, there were two paintings and calligraphy and some yellow goods (gold) inside.

Everyone knows that Shenyang Road in Tianjin is the best place to buy things on this road. Baba almost showed his timidity when he came. You said there is nothing wrong with putting something in such a safe. Wouldn't it embarrass your family to put this thing in it?

How do you want me to unlock this wealth code?

In fact, he thought well. The ghost market is a mixed bag of people, petty thieves, grave diggers, and counterfeiters. Psychologically, sellers hope to bring counterfeit goods or items with incorrect specifications in the market.

It can be sold smoothly before dawn. When the light is better at dawn, it will be difficult to sell the counterfeit goods, and the police are also on duty.

People who go shopping for antiques are afraid that they will be late and the good things will be bought by others. The dual psychological effects of buyers and sellers create the ghost market's fast-in and fast-out style.
Chapter completed!