Chapter 2 Selling Goods

I dragged the box into the market from the north gate. The first thing I saw was the greenhouse. Good boy, I remember that it happened to be Saturday, and it was not too much to say that there was a sea of people.

Diamond Bodhi, wax pine stone, porcelain miscellaneous, jade jewelry, copper weapons, stone carving rubbings, embroidery calligraphy and painting, there is really everything. I was eye-opening and dazzling.

Of course, most of them are fake, and there are few real goods on the stalls.

I was happy and thought, "It's all fake here. My things are all collected by myself. They are real old things. They should be sold out soon, right?"

Seeing that there was an empty stall in the shed, I was ready to take out my things and set up a stall.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

A bald stall owner next to me stopped me.

"Set up a stall," I said.

"Set up a stall? Is this your stall? Just put it up! Let's go! Get out of here, little boy!"

I gritted my teeth and said, "I want to set up a stall. Is this your stall? I'll give you the money. How much do you want?"

The bald man's eyes dripped, and he immediately smiled and said, "One hundred yuan, just give me a hundred yuan.

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"What! It costs 100 yuan!"

"Why is it so expensive!"

He slanted his eyes and said, "That's the price. If you don't put it off, just leave quickly. Don't stop me from doing business.

There are less than 100 left in my pocket now. I gritted my teeth and gave him 90 after bargaining.

Now, I only have three yuan left for my whole body.

The bald man received the money and kept laughing.

Unexpectedly, I just opened the stall, and the things were just half put out, and the loudspeaker in the antique market began to sound.

"Dear travelers and merchants, the Panjiayuan second-hand goods market is closed. Please bring your belongings and leave the market in an orderly manner. I wish you a happy shopping and a prosperous business.

"

As soon as the horn sounded, the stall owners around began to close the stalls.

At that time, I was stupid, and I didn't set it up yet!

I said angrily to the bald man, "You refund me the money!" The market is closing now! I haven't started to set it up yet!"

"Bah!"

The bald man spit and scolded me with a cold face, "You are paralyzed! Why didn't you put it up! Your cloth is full! That's it! I don't want to refund the money!"

My eyes turned red and I was anxious. At that time, I grabbed his arm and shouted that he would return the money to me.

"Fuck you, son of a bitch!"

He kicked me hard in the stomach.

How old was I at that time? I couldn't beat this bald head, and I couldn't straighten my waist in pain.

There were fewer and fewer people around me. Everyone put away the stalled tricycle and pulled it away, and the bald man who kicked me also left.

In the cold winter, although Beijing is not as good as the Mohe River, it is also cold at night.

The market security guard took the big dog and saw that I was slow to close the stall, and kept urging me, saying that if I was late, I would be fined.

It was short and the night was long. When I dragged the box out of the market, it was already dark.

I'm cold and hungry, and I only have three yuan left.

After sitting on the roadside stool for half an hour, I found out that there was an Internet cafe on the west side of Warwick Bridge, which was about two kilometers away.

I dragged the box over there again. I didn't want to ask when I went to the Internet cafe. The cheapest machine costs ten yuan to open the package overnight. I don't have enough money.

The idea of living in an Internet cafe was also shattered.

It was so cold outside that I couldn't stand it, so I pulled the box and hid in an ATM self-service bank.

From time to time, someone came in to withdraw money, and they all looked at me strangely.

The ground was very cold, and I couldn't sleep so much, so I put on a cotton-padded hat and curled up in the corner of the wall.

After two or three hours, someone patted me in a daze.

I looked up and saw that it turned out to be an aunt in her fifties, who was still holding a little white dog in her hand. She was probably a resident of the community near Jinsong.

"Young man, why do you sleep here on such a cold day?"

"I just bought two pancakes, and they're still hot. If you don't mind, just eat them. I'll put them here for you," the aunt shook her head and put the plastic bag on the red iron box with the fire extinguisher.

The aunt left something and left. I was so hungry that I finally went to get the plastic bag.

The pancake is a dried pancake with sesame seeds, which is crispy and fragrant.

As I ate, I cried.

"Do you just give up like this?"

"Don't others look down on our family more when we go back?"

"No, it won't," I cheered myself over and over again: "Xiang Yunfeng, you will definitely become a rich man!"

Eight o'clock in the morning.

I came to Panjiayuan for the next time. Because I didn't have money to pay the booth fee, I had to pull the box around and keep turning. When I saw someone looking at the porcelain, I would come up and ask, "Brother, do you want to see my porcelain? They are all old and can be sold at the right price."

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At this time, the loudspeaker in the market sounded again.

"Tourists, please be careful of illegal traders. Please take good care of your belongings and avoid being deceived.

"

As soon as the loudspeaker was played like this, the man looked at me and ran away in a hurry.

After asking several people in a row, they thought I was a criminal and a fraudster!

Then I entered an antique shop with the mentality of trying. I asked the owner if he would accept the porcelain.

The shopkeeper said, "What's the matter?" Take it out and have a look.

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With joy in my heart, I directly flattened the trolley box and opened it.

"Well, these things are not very good. They are always old. How much are you going to sell this pair of gallbladder bottles?" The boss pointed to a pair of late Qing Dynasty blue gall bottles in the box.

After swallowing saliva, I said carefully, "In the late Qing Dynasty, can you give a pair... Give me eight hundred?"

"What the hell? Eight hundred!"

The boss stared and said, "I'll give you a maximum of one hundred and fifty. Do you want to sell it?"

"A pair is only one hundred and fifty?" My heart is cold.

I took it from the mountainous area and took a hard-seat train of more than 2,000 kilometers, and it cost 100 yuan!

Did you only fucking earn 50 yuan

At that time, my face turned red and I packed it directly. When the boss saw that I was leaving, he immediately said, "Hey, don't panic! If it really doesn't work, I'll add twenty for you. How about one hundred and seventeen?

I resisted and didn't attack. I thought my offer was reasonable, but I didn't think of it, but I was so insulted.

"Your 20 yuan, keep it for yourself!"

People can't listen when they are angry. The young man is more angry. I don't care about it and pull the box out directly.

Porcelain shop.

I haven't given up yet. I was going to put it outside the market. As a result, when I went out, I saw that the urban management was confiscating things, and several guerrillas who sold fake goods were confiscated.

I was so scared that I immediately gave up the idea.

But there is no way out.

Just when I was in despair, I met an old man. The old man said, "Young man, there are a lot of people in Panjiayuan for six days, and the stalls are very expensive. You can go to Baoguo Temple to have a try. I heard that the stalls over there are free of charge.

Hearing the good news, I was immediately overjoyed! He took the box and rushed to Guang'anmen Baoguo Temple.

The free booth at Baoguo Temple is my last chance.