Reborn King of Marketing

Ma Gan was stunned when he saw the man's silver energy. Just as he was about to say something, Zhang Xuebing stopped him and signaled him to stop talking and just watch.

Zhou Wankuan glanced at the silver dollar in the man's hand, reached out and took it. After inspecting it, he looked at Zhang Xuebing, and then said to the man.

"You didn't pick it up too, did you?"

The man immediately grabbed it tightly in his hand and said in a panic.

"Nonsense, this is a good thing passed down from my ancestors, how could it be picked up? Pick one up and let me see it!"

There was a pop, and Xiao Chenchen couldn't help laughing.

In an instant, all the men present were fascinated by her smile, and they were silent for a while.

Zhang Xuebing coughed twice from the side, and Lao Zhou and the man selling silver coins came to their senses.

Lao Yiyi rolled his eyes and said, "This kind of big head is the most common. If you want to take action, it will cost you eighty yuan!"

The man's face was full of disbelief, "Boss, this silver dollar has been passed down in our family for three generations. It has a history of at least a hundred years. It's unreasonable to only pay 80 yuan!"

Zhou Wanguan was amused, "Brother, this was issued when Yuan Shikai was in power. How many years has it been since then?"

The man smiled awkwardly, "Eighty is too little anyway, at least one hundred yuan!"

In fact, Zhou Wanguan had no money to collect anything at all. The reason why he continued to open his business was just to sell the goods in his hand. When he saw the man counter-offering, he immediately borrowed the donkey from Poxia.

"I paid 80 yuan more for this thing. Forget it, ask someone else!"

The man's face looked grim, and he handed the silver dollar forward and said, "It's bad luck for me, eighty or eighty!"

Now Lao Zhou looks ugly. He didn't want to accept it in the first place, but who would have thought that this guy is still stubborn and insists on hanging from a tree.

Just when Lao Zhou was in danger, Zhang Xuebing took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the man, "I want it!"

After the guy walked away happily with the banknotes, Zhang Xuebing smiled and said, "Brother Zhou, now you can pick up silver coins on Xinshan Road!"

Lao Zhou showed a surprised expression, "Did you really pick it up from the mountain road?"

Zhang Xuebing reached out to Ma Gan, and Ma Gan handed him the few coins he had grabbed.

"See for yourself, you are an expert and you can tell!" Zhang Xuebing handed all these to Zhou Wanguan.

Zhou Wanguan inspected it carefully, and his expression became even more surprised, "This is really a group of scammers. It's rare. This time I believe it!"

Those who work in this field of writing and writing may not necessarily need a high degree of education, but their eyesight must not be low.

Lao Zhou has been immersed in the antique business for many years, and I can’t say how high his level is, but he can still tell the difference between a newbie and a familiar one.

He knew at a glance that these silver coins were not familiar pits that had been played with for a long time in people's hands, but were hard goods that had been unearthed at about the same time as they had a strong fishy smell.

The fact that they came together so coincidentally can only mean that this is a batch of goods, so I believed in the story of picking up silver coins on the mountain road.

However, this cannot solve Zhou Wanguan's economic crisis, he said with a helpless smile.

"Since you're here, you just walk around the area and tell me what you like, and I'll help with the bargaining. There's still some respect here. It'll be noon soon. Come over at dinner time and I'll arrange a casual meal!"

As he spoke, he rubbed his palms together, looking very cautious.

Zhang Xuebing saw that this guy was short on money and a treat would be all he needed, so he said kindly.

"What a coincidence, there are two friends at noon. They have booked a hotel and won't let you spend money. I will come to you at dinner time and let's go have a drink together. It's so crowded. I also want to ask for advice on entertainment.

thing!"

Seeing that Zhang Xuebing was generous with his money, spoke loudly, and was a friend introduced by his cousin, Zhou Wankuan immediately agreed.

After Zhang Xuebing left, he couldn't help but sip his saliva twice and murmured to himself, "I haven't eaten meat in some days, so I have to have a good meal this noon!"

Along the way, you can see all kinds of antiques and antiques, and from time to time, sellers with treasures will come up to chat.

These things can be placed in the store, but ninety-nine percent of them are fakes. As for the legendary pick-up, that is really a joke.

Whoever can find leaks in the fake goods produced in batches by the factory is really a green sun coming out of the west.

Even if there are genuine goods, they have already been passed through a sieve by these toy stall owners, and there is no hope that they will fall into the hands of buyers.

If you really want to play collecting, you can only join the industry first and trade in the circle. This is the reliable way to play.

After walking around for a long time, Zhang Xuebing and the three of them were already tired of shopping, so they planned to go back to find Zhou Wanguan, and then call Gao Fei and the others to go have dinner.

Suddenly, a thin and withered figure appeared in front of them.

The figure passed by in a flash, but it was very clear and eye-catching.

Zhang Xuebing and the others could tell at a glance that this was the guy who opened the backpack and stole it.

The hemp pole exploded immediately, screamed strangely, and ran towards the back.

"Call Gao Fei right away, don't go anywhere!"

It was too late for Zhang Xuebing to stop him, and he was afraid that Ma Gan would be in danger, so he hurriedly gave Xiao Chenchen a word and chased after him.

"Hey, it's dangerous..." Xiao Chenchen shouted anxiously, but found that Zhang Xuebing's back disappeared behind the crowd in the blink of an eye.

She was so angry that she stamped her feet and immediately took out the phone...

Zhang Xuebing did not dare to follow the lost pole, roughly separated the crowd blocking the road, and increased his speed to the extreme.

This caused passers-by to yell and curse, and some asked if another silver dollar had dropped, almost causing another riot.

Zhang Xuebing passed through tin houses and alleys. Finally, there were fewer tourists around, more iron houses were closed, and the alleys became narrower and quieter.

Fortunately, we can still see the tall figure running wildly in front of us.

Occasionally, I can still hear his shouting, "I'll catch you even to the end of the world. Run, let's see where you go!"

Even though Zhang Xuebing was in good physical condition, he was a little out of breath on the way, and he saw the numb pole getting further and further away from him.

He was so filled with hatred that he wanted to ask Ma Gan to come back, but he lost his temper as soon as he opened his mouth.

He was so angry that he had no choice but to shut his mouth and run wildly, hoping to stop the stubborn donkey.

At this moment, Zhang Xuebing suddenly noticed something was wrong. When he ran past an abandoned iron house, he found several people hiding in the alleys on both sides.

Originally, it was okay to have a few people, but subconsciously he felt that these people seemed to be hostile to him.

An alley was left behind in an instant, and at several intersections, Zhang Xuebing discovered someone hiding on both sides of the tin house.

The more he ran, the more uncomfortable he felt, as if these people were watching him.

Suddenly, the man in front of him stopped and stood there breathing heavily.

Zhang Xuebing gritted his teeth and ran up to him, patted him on the shoulder, "You're going to die, hurry up and get back!"

Ma Gan gasped for air and pointed forward, "Damn, dead end, you've been fooled!"

Zhang Xuebing looked up and saw that he had reached the wall of the market. Outside was the green forest. This was the deepest part of the market.

There are abandoned iron houses all around, and the ground is covered with grass and dead branches, exuding a dilapidated atmosphere. No one has been here for an unknown period of time.

"Let's go, stop talking nonsense!" Zhang Xuebing growled, pulled up the pole and turned around to go back.

However, when they turned around, they found that they could no longer leave.

I saw only a few people on the road in front of me, and some people were walking out of the alley next to me.

The road ahead will be blocked by them!