Super Golden Eye

"Boss, are you selling this bronze mirror?"

The stall in front of Fang Yang was very small, with scattered items on one side of the rag, including pots, pans, and a ball called Cuju in ancient times. This stall was not so much a place selling antiques as It was said to be a stall selling housewares, and they were second-hand.

The stall owner is about the same age as Fang Yang, but his clothes are fully patched and he wears a rag turban. His long hair is stuck in clumps and scattered on both sides. His dark skin adds a bit of age.

Fang Yang attracted most people's attention from the moment he walked into Shilipu. His slow steps and sharp eyes, in the eyes of many old stall owners, are the aura that only connoisseurs can have.

Just when they were thinking about which treasure to bring out to win Fang Yang's attention, Fang Yang stopped at the corner. Looking at that stall, many old stall owners showed disdain.

"I thought he had such a discerning eye. There is nothing interesting about Wang Zizi's stall. It's just a pile of scrap metal."

"Hey, Lao Zhou, you can't eat grapes and say they are sour. Who was so impatient to give away all the money just now?"

"Old Qian, don't call me a bitch. Do you think I don't know what you're grabbing?"

Because Fang Yang stopped, many stall owners beat their chests and stamped their feet. At the same time, Fang Yang lost interest and continued to shout and sell to people passing by. It was very lively.

The stall owner named Wang Jizi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, picking his feet before Fang Yang came. When the mocking words around him fell, he looked at Fang Yang seriously and asked, "Do you want to buy this bronze mirror? Do you have money?"

As soon as Wang Yaozi finished speaking, the stall owners who were nearby all showed disdain, wondering if Wang Yaozi hadn't been open for too long and had even forgotten how to greet people?

When asked by Wang Yaozi, Fang Yang raised his eyebrows, smiled, and said, "Just make a price, and I'll buy it if I think it's right."

Wang Yaozi slapped his face and mouth, and said: "I won't drive too much. If you pay one hundred thousand, you can take this bronze mirror away."

"One hundred thousand? Wang Zizi, are you crazy about money? You want one hundred thousand for just such a broken mirror?"

"Brother, I have a bronze mirror here that is better made and older. I only need 20,000!"

"I said, brother, are you interested in that style? If so, that would be easy. I know a man who touches gold. As long as I tell him the style of this bronze mirror, he can go down and get ten or eight for you. , I don’t think it’s too much for you, do you think ten thousand is enough? It’s fine if it’s not eight thousand!”

The stall owners around Wang Yaozi saw that Fang Yang was really thinking about it, and they gathered around one by one, either those who had the goods in stock or those who could adjust the goods.

Fang Yang ignored them. Wandering from the streets of Shilipu to the end of the street, the stalls along the way are full of deceptive things. Most of the items have no aura at all. They just have some aura, but for Fang Yang today, they are really useless. .

Even the half piece of low-grade spirit stone that Wang Qiang gave him that night was not enough for Fang Yang to practice in one night. It stands to reason that a medium-grade spiritual stone can cultivate a profound master. When converted, the spiritual energy of a low-grade spiritual stone should not be so useless. In the end, Fang Yang could only put it on Golden Eye's head. Golden Eye consumed a considerable amount of spiritual energy.

Wang Zizi's stall is relatively inconspicuous. Not to mention that the pots and pans are not soulful at all, the appearance is also terrible. However, that bronze mirror hidden among the old pots and pans contained no less spiritual energy than a low-grade spiritual stone.

This low-grade spiritual stone costs more than 100,000!

The reason why Fang Yang was so hesitant after showing his intention was to bargain.

"One hundred thousand yuan is too expensive. The most I can pay for this bronze mirror is fifty thousand yuan."

Even though Fang Yang had cut the price in half, 50,000 yuan was an incredible price for a broken bronze mirror. Everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces, and Wang Yaozi wanted to jump up and make a decision.

The price of 100,000 yuan was what Wang Zizi was shouting about. His creed in setting up a stall is: If you don't pretend to be inscrutable, you will never meet a fool.

Fang Yang's appearance was that second fool in his eyes.

However, just when Wang Zizi couldn't help but wanted to make a decision, a discordant voice rang out.

"How can 50,000 yuan be enough for a good thing? I will spend 100,000 yuan. Is the stall owner willing to sell it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was in an uproar.

Usually there aren't so many taken advantage of, so why are there two here today? This Wang Zizi must be very lucky! Many stall owners gathered around, secretly cursing Wang Yaozi's luck. At the same time, they were also wondering whether the appearance of this person would lead to a bidding war.

The visitor was a bald man with a general belly, fashionable black-rimmed glasses, a white suit, and a flirty pink shirt.

Fang Yang knew this person as the casino owner in Baipu Nightclub, and Fang Yang got more than 20 billion from him.

When old acquaintances meet, it is inevitable to exchange pleasantries, but Fang Yang is naturally unhappy when someone interferes with something he likes. However, the casino owner greeted Fang Yang with a smile and said, "Mr. Fang, we meet again."

Fang Yang glanced at the casino owner and said with a faint smile: "Since you are interested in this thing, I won't want it."

After saying that, Fang Yang turned around without even thinking about fighting.

Seeing that Fang Yang was about to leave, the casino owner suddenly became anxious, winked at his men behind him, caught up with Fang Yang, and said, "Mr. Fang, wait, wait."

Hearing this, Fang Yang turned around, looked at the casino owner with a frown, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The casino owner came to Fang Yang. He had spent many years enjoying himself and had little exercise. The speed of these few steps made him breathless. After a while, he calmed down and then said: "Mr. Fang, why are you leaving in such a hurry? I don't want to give you this greeting gift." I haven’t given it to you yet.”

"Meeting gift?" Fang Yang raised his eyebrows, and immediately saw the casino owner's men taking the bronze mirror from Wang Zizi's hand and walking over.

The casino owner took the bronze mirror from his subordinates, put it in front of Fang Yang with both hands, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fang, last time I came to the casino, my subordinates were ignorant and offended many times. This bronze mirror is both an apology and an apology." It’s a meeting gift, and we will be friends from now on.”

Fang Yang looked at the casino owner, suddenly laughed, and asked, "Friend?"

The casino owner nodded heavily, handed the bronze mirror in front of Fang Yang, and said, "If Mr. Fang still thinks highly of me, accept this bronze mirror. If you have anything to do in Donghai City in the future, just come to me." , I dare not say that I can cover the sky with one hand, I can help with some trivial matters."

What is rhythm?

Many stall owners watched the casino owner spend 100,000 yuan to buy a broken bronze mirror and then gave it to Fang Yang. Are they taking off their pants and farting? I can definitely afford it for 50,000 yuan!

Fang Yang was silent for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand to take the bronze mirror, rubbed it in his hand, and then said: "Okay! Then I will make you my friend."