Entertainment: I became a master of women's clothing at the beginning

Kyoto, antique flea market, has a lot of visitors coming and going. It is bustling with people. Many stores are deserted, but the people displaying things on the street are very lively. Anyone who knows anything knows that the ornaments in the store are most likely to be...

It’s a lie! If you want to hunt for goods, you have to go to a roadside stall.

"Brother, come and take a look! This is an object that came from the soil of my hometown. It is very evil..."

"Sister, don't leave. This treasure in our family is inherited from our ancestors and is genuine. If it weren't for the cost of my daughter's surgery..."

"Take a look, take a look. The bowl from the Tianbao period has the official inscription on the bottom and the pattern is exquisite. It is said that the same bowl was sold for hundreds of millions at the last auction in Germany..."

"..." Xiangyang pulled Cheng Jianxin and looked here and there with great interest and found it very novel.

"Hey, this gadget is quite fun." When passing by a stall, Xiangyang was attracted by a small paper figure that looked like a shadow puppet. Its lifelike appearance gave him an indescribable sense of mystery.

"Girl, you have such a good eye. This is my treasure. On the surface, it looks like a small shadow puppet. In fact, it has been passed down by seven generations of craftsmen, and its collection value is extremely high. Let's see, I think it's like this with the girl."

If I'm destined, why don't you give me a price? If it's suitable, let's make friends." The stall owner looked frank, as if he would suffer a big loss if he sold this toy. You know, he originally planned to make this toy a toy.

It's such a small piece, someone actually took a fancy to it, why don't you kill it?

"Xinxin, how much do you think this is worth?" Xiangyang was a complete novice and didn't know anything about it, so he could only ask Cheng Jianxin for help.

"Ten...hundred thousand..." Cheng Jianxin didn't know how to pretend to understand. He had never been to the antique market before, and he had always listened to his senior brother's bragging. The quotation of one hundred thousand yuan was also based on his consideration of his senior brother's bargain hunting.

The average price is derived.

"Ten...hundred thousand...No, no, no, the starting price for this item is only one hundred thousand, can you add more?" When he heard the bid of one hundred thousand, the boss's eyes nearly popped out.

Oh, these two are both fat sheep in terms of relationships! Buzai is really sorry for himself!

"Oh, okay, I like this thing, so I'll add another hundred for you. If you don't agree, I'll leave." Xiang Yang put the paper man down smoothly and bought it for one hundred thousand yuan.

He did feel a little distressed for the toy, but the paper man seemed to have some magical power that always attracted him and made him take it away.

"Hey, girl, when I meet you today, I don't even have any underpants left. Take it. Who gave me the chance to meet you? But I'm ugly first. In the antique business, buying

You have to take care of it whether you make a profit or a loss." The stall owner first pretended to be reluctant to give up, and then he said the most important thing when he saw Xiang Yang taking the paper figurine.

"Well, I'll transfer the money to you. By the way, boss, do you know where I can buy these things? No matter how much it costs, I'll take it." Xiang Yang handed the stall owner a list, and what was written on it was exactly what he said.

The materials needed to carve the Haoyue Immortal Clothes.

"Young man, it's a good thing that you have met me, or that we are destined to be together. My friends have all these things, so I'll close the stall today. You guys go to the teahouse with me first, and I'll contact you.

Friend..." The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the goods list carefully. First he pretended to be profound, and then he patted his chest, ensuring that he could get these goods, and persuaded Xiangyang and the others to follow him.

Teahouse.

Seeing that the two big fat sheep were deceived by the old stall owner, the other stall owners were all sighing. How could they not find themselves because of their good luck? After this operation, the old guy was afraid that he would have to wash his hands in a golden basin, and then

I can't find anyone either.

Xiangyang waited patiently for the old stall owner. He was usually not so stupid and would not trust people so easily. But today, after seeing the pale paper man, his mind seemed to be confused. What did the old stall owner say?

What does he believe... Even the counter-offer only paid back one hundred and one hundred dollars. On a normal day, he would at most just start together!

"Here, the goods are here, there are a lot of them, you can see for yourself." Not long after, the old stall owner walked into the teahouse with a red cloth bag in his pocket, opened the bag, and found various kinds of things inside.

Groceries...The silvergrass looks like he just plucked weeds on the roadside and dyed them silver. As for the other materials, it's hard to describe!

"How much do these cost?" Although they were all half-truths, Xiangyang took them seriously and started bargaining as if he had lost his mind.

"I collected these gadgets from my friends. How about you give me a minimum price of five hundred thousand?" The old stall owner didn't dare to cheat too much. The wholesale price of these gadgets adds up.

It’s only fifty yuan. Even if it’s a fat sheep, killing it like this will kill you! It’s better to roll out the wool.

"Sure, I'll transfer the money to you right now." This time Xiangyang actually didn't pay back the price. He happily transferred the money and packed up the things.

"Buy the deal and let's go. Good luck, you two. We are destined to see you again!" Seeing Xiang Yang and Cheng Jianxin leaving, the old stall owner laughed out loud. This ticket was too big to play, and he was able to earn this money.

It’s a little unreal!

"Do you really believe him? No matter how I look at it, there is no spirituality in anything here." On the way back, Cheng Jianxin couldn't help but say something else.

"Ah? No way? Do you really have no aura at all?" After Cheng Jianxin said this, his brain seemed to be short-circuited. Only then did Xiang Yang come back to his senses and use his aura to explore. Sure enough, these objects

, let alone aura, it doesn’t even have any popularity, it’s all industrial processed products, sold for dozens of dollars, really.

It’s eye-catching! Xiang Yang’s eyes were opened for the first time he went shopping for goods. After all, he can be considered a cultivator. He bought a bunch of junk for 500,000 yuan. Why does he feel so magical?

"Are you causing trouble?" Xiang Yang threw the five hundred thousand pieces of rubbish into the trash can, and took out the pale paper man. At a glance, the pale paper man seemed to be more red than before.

The texture of silk lines is like the blood vessels and meridians of the human body.

"Yangyang, how about I go back to find him? I'm sorry...I should have reminded you in time..." Cheng Jianxin felt very sorry for Xiangyang. In his impression, Xiangyang didn't seem to be a wealthy person. After all,

The son threw away five hundred thousand, and even he felt distressed...

"Forget it, let's buy it and leave. I still know this rule. I can't blame others if I do it myself..." Xiang Yang sighed and put away the pale paper man. He felt that this thing was a bit magical. He had 600,000 yuan.

You should have spent the land well, maybe you have found some magic weapon?