Chapter 151 Chapter 9 Panjiayuan Antique Market

Perhaps, this place is not really serving the people, but just using the guise of serving the people to make money. He recalled the news that he saw on the Internet a few days ago that the profit of the pharmaceutical industry is actually much higher than that of real estate. He gave a wry smile. "Yin Hui, what's the matter with you?" Conan Doyle noticed the trace of a wry smile on Yin Hui's face, and looked at him wonderingly. He hurriedly lowered his head, did not answer, but walked away from afar. "Let's go! Come with me to get some things we need to summon the soul tonight." Yin Hui motioned him to follow him, then called a black car and walked towards Panjiayuan.

Panjiayuan Antique Market is a market dedicated to buying and selling antiques, a paradise for antique lovers all over the world.Most of the antiques here are full of Yin Qi. If one or two magic weapons with extremely pure Yin Qi can be found, the success rate of the soul-calling ceremony may be greatly increased. Although Conan Doyle didn't understand why he was going to the antique market, he still followed him without hesitation without asking a word.She trusts Yin Hui. Although he has just joined the incredible group, she trusts him so much from the bottom of her heart. That kind of trust cannot be described.

Beijing is worthy of being the heart of China. Even the roads called blood vessels are flat and smooth without a single plastic bag. The sanitation workers walk on the road like busy ants. Yin Hui is very strange. I don’t know these people What are you looking for? It's not looking for money left behind by busy people! He looked carefully and found that all the people walking on the road were sanitation workers, and there were no people walking at all. Both sides of the road are full of lush holly. Although a layer of frost has formed on it, it still cannot stop the spring breath from the holly.

"It's still early for spring!" Yin Hui turned to look at Conan Doyle. Conan Doyle was staring blankly at the front seat of the car, as if he was deeply sad.Hearing his answer, he suddenly woke up and looked around in panic, as if his thoughts were being peeped at by others. "What did you say?" she asked again. "I said it's still very early in the spring!" he repeated, and then looked at Conan Doyle. She nodded: "This is just winter, and spring is still far away." "Winter is here, can spring be far behind?" A third person's voice sounded from inside the car, startling both of them.

Don't be afraid, it was actually the driver who spoke. They even forgot that they were still in the car, and were startled by this voice. "Oh!" Yin Hui replied and stopped talking. Dozens of traffic lights passed on the road.I don't know if it was their luck or the master driver's skill level is very high, every time he passes by when the traffic lights are flashing green.This rare coincidence made Yin Hui very depressed. What he hated the most was waiting for the traffic lights on the bus. It would be great if the master bus driver could learn this skill. At the last traffic light, the car just stopped, and the driver of the black car with sunglasses pointed to a big sign in front of him, "Did you see that, the big sign says Panjiayuan Antique Market, just walk there , there is a policeman checking the car ahead, so I won’t go there.”

Yin Hui took out one hundred yuan and handed it to the driver.The master nodded again and again: "Thank you, little brother." This place is not very prosperous, compared to the urban area of ​​Beijing, it is extremely desolate, and there are very few people outside, except for some pedestrians occasionally seen on the winding expressway, the rest are almost all vehicles. In the Panjiayuan Antique Market, there is a house-sized sign behind it that is very eye-catching. Below the sign is a door that is about the same size as the sign. A thick plastic curtain hangs from the door, densely packed, to protect against the cold outside.

Opening the door curtain, a gust of hot air rushed up immediately, driving away the cold, Yin Hui shook his body, and opened the door curtain in a gentlemanly way to let Conan Doyle in. The heater is probably turned on in here, so the temperature is suitable, just like spring. Spring and winter are separated by this curtain!Yin Hui said jokingly. Conan Doyle also nodded: "The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between you and me, but that you are beside me, but I can't say I love you." Yin Hui laughed out loud with a thud: "Wow, boss, you are kidding me. It's too deep!"

Conan Doyle also smiled: "Hey! How about this line?" "It has no logical relationship with my question at all. I don't know how you came up with this sentence." Yin Hui said simply, Then I began to look at the stalls packed with various antiques. This is a large space, about the size of a football field, full of small businesses and hawkers.All kinds of utensils are densely placed on the ground, and the walls are surrounded by facade rooms, which are full of various antiques. This is Yin Hui's first visit to this kind of place, and the only impression left on him is that it is chaotic, with many people and vendors, and the road for people to walk is very narrow, which can be described as rubbing shoulders.

"Let's go!" Yin Hui grabbed Conan Doyle's tender little hand and squeezed into the crowd, looking around for what he wanted. The furnace tripod from the Qing Dynasty, the heavenly silk from the Han Dynasty, the sword from the Ming Dynasty, all kinds of treasures are full of treasures. If these things are real, they will play a big role in the soul-calling ceremony, but he is an antique at all. Blind, do not understand anything. He suddenly regretted that he didn't bring Tang Yan along. From the treasure inkstone incident he found last time, he could see that Tang Yan actually knew something about the antique business.

He suddenly saw a jade ruyi in front of him. Although it was not as radiant as on the TV, he could feel the strong yin energy emanating from it. "It's so cloudy, it must be a long time ago." Yin Hui muttered to himself, took Conan Doyle's hand and walked up, pretending to be bored, rummaging around, and finally fell on Yu Ruyi. "Is this Yu Ruyi used by the snake essence?" Yin Hui asked in a joking tone. "Snake essence?" The small trader looked at Yin Hui in confusion, not understanding what he meant. "The snake spirit on the gourd baby?" Yin Hui smiled faintly: "Didn't the snake spirit often attack the gourd baby with a jade ruyi?"

The small peddler looked like a young man, his body was clean and tidy, completely different from the seriousness and stability of the uncle-level antique dealers who are the main force here, he burst into laughter: "Thank you for thinking it out, I can't afford to hurt you! " "Just right, I bought this Yu Ruyi back as a toy for my son. He likes to watch the Vajra Gourd Baby the most." Yin Hui played with Yu Ruyi intentionally or unintentionally. The small vendor looked at their tightly held hands with a smile, and smiled enviously: "You guys are such a lovely couple. This little sister-in-law doesn't look like she gave birth to a son at all." The two of them blushed at the words of the peddler. Conan Doyle wanted to explain, but was pulled back by Yin Hui: "Good eyesight!" "Tch, you are so well matched, a fool can't tell that you are not a couple." The small businessman said this very naturally, as if this matter was the truth at all, Yin Hui and Conan Doyle looked at each other, and in the end Conan Doyle did not agree She shyly avoided his sight. "Tell me! How much is it?" Yin Hui is not going to continue to entangle with him on this issue. Anyway, these things are reimbursed by the superiors, and he is not going to bargain too much, as long as he shows that he is not an antique blind. . "Hehe! I see that you are an advanced player of antiques, so I won't cheat you anymore. That's the price, and I won't sell it for a penny less." As he said that, the small peddler stretched out five fingers and waved them in front of him. shake. "Fifty thousand?" Yin Hui stared at the small vendor in surprise, "You must be joking with me!" "Are you kidding me! I mean half a million. Don't sell for a penny less." "500,000?" Yin Hui took a breath, then took Conan Doyle's hand, and was about to leave. Even if it was 50,000, he wasn't going to buy it, let alone 500,000.The antiques were not bought, and instead they made a fake couple with their boss. "Brother, don't rush away!" The small peddler grabbed Yin Hui's arm: "If you really want it, I can give you a price. What do you think of this price?" The sleeves covered the fingers, revealing a dark sleeve, waiting for his arm to slip in.