The next day, Bei Hai slept until dawn. When he woke up, he took care of it and sat directly in front of the computer. He searched for the Mingzhu Antique Market. After entering the car, the name of Dongtai Road jumped out. After finding the place, Du He, who said goodbye to the directly, jumped onto the Q5 and killed the general.

When I arrived at Antique Street, I found a parking space and parked the car. Bei Hai started to put his hand in his pocket and slowly started shopping.

There were not many people on the whole street, which gave people the feeling that there were more clerks than pedestrians on the street, and many clerks were lazy, either sitting at the door to eat melon seeds or chatting together. Occasionally, one or two of them saw Bei Hai and turned their eyes away, thinking that Bei Hai’s outfit was not something that could be played with antiques.

These people's eyes were poisonous, and they looked at Bei Hai's pocket almost everything! After turning around several shops, no one greeted Bei Hai.

After walking around half a street, Bei Hai then stepped into a store.

"What are you trying to see? We have a lot of goods here, and they are sure they are real people." Seeing Bei Hai come in, a man in his early forties immediately smiled and greeted Bei Huo.

"Do you collect things here? How many small ingots do I have?" After saying that, Bei Hai held a ingot in his hand.

The man in front of him picked it up and looked at it for a few seconds and said, "If you want to act as gold, I will keep it. It's not OK to be an antique! This thing is commonly known as a naked golden son, and it has no value except gold."

"Oh!" After hearing this, Bei Hai took out his cell phone and adjusted the picture of the Red Tassel Spear: "Then look at this."

"We won't accept this thing!" The man looked carefully at the picture on Bei Hai's mobile phone and immediately shook his head and said.

After hearing what others said, Bei Hai had to smile and say he was owed, and turned around and left the shop.

After joining two more companies, Bei Hai was a little discouraged after getting the same answer. He was about to go to the next company and take the gold ingots in his hand. As for the red tassel gun, he would put it on.

Thinking of taking action, Bei Hai naturally found a store with a big store.

When I went in, I said that the Jin Yuanbao had almost the same answer, just to collect it as gold. However, the clerk of this store was very interested in the red tassel gun in Bei Hai's photo and read it for almost five minutes.

"Can you wait? I'll send a message to the master in the hall!" The clerk in his thirties returned his cell phone to Bei Hai and said with a smile.

"Okay!" Bei Hai nodded and agreed.

"Then wait a moment." The clerk reached out and signaled Bei Hai to sit down, then turned around and went to the back hall. After a minute of leaving, a little girl holding a tea tray came out and gave Bei Hai a cup of tea.

Bei Hai said thanking him, and without drinking tea, he sat around and looked at the store. This store can be described in four words, which is quaint! Apart from this, Bei Hai's knowledge, there is no way to see anything good or bad.

"I've been waiting for a long time, Mr. Bei! This is our Master Fu." The clerk came out quickly, followed by an old man in his sixties with his hair laid off on his forehead. He had a gray beard on his chin, a white double-breasted shirt and loose pants, which looked a bit like a master.

Bei Hai smiled at the master: "Hello Master Fu!" After that, he handed over the picture in his hand.

The reason why Old Man Fu gave 10,000 yuan was because Bei Hai jumped into the store like this and was like a young man who was owed to slaughter. He didn't take action at this time and then waited for him! As for the previous reminder Bei Hai, it was just to gain favor and make him look honest, but in fact he was treacherous.

To say that 10,000 yuan is more than Bei Hai's expectations, but someone bought it, and it was a horse spear. Bei Hai felt a little reluctant to let it go. This is the same as eating more with the baby. If someone wants something, it is a good thing! It seems a bit disgusting to exchange for 10,000 yuan for a good thing, and Bei Hai began to hesitate again.

"Then I'll think about it again!" Bei Hai said to Old Man Fu.

Old Man Fu nodded and said, "There are few people who want weapons. If you like to keep them for collection, you can also increase the price a little, but it only costs one or two thousand yuan. If we buy them for more, we have no place to sell them."

After saying that, the old man left singly, but before leaving, he even gave the clerk who came with him a wink.

"If you want to do it, then take it over and let's talk in person." The clerk looked at Bei Hai's departure, with a smile on his face, and asked Bei Hai's phone number and sent Bei Hai outside the door. It was not until he saw Bei Hai walking about ten meters away that he turned back to the store, with a very thoughtful courtesy.

After walking around the door, Bei Hai remembered that the small ingots he had had had not changed yet. He visited two more families for gold and exchanged them for more than 20,000 yuan, and then he turned back to Du He.

"When do you always call?" As soon as the clerk returned, he arrived at the back hall, in Old Man Fu's room.

Old Man Fu lay on the rocking chair and put the book in his hand on the coffee table, grabbed the purple sand pot and took a sip: "Let's fight again in a week. It's too early to beat this guy thinks we're anxious! I didn't expect that a boy who was dressed like beggars could still have a folded horse spear in his hand, and I don't know how to preserve it. It's really incredible."

"Is it a little too late in time?" the clerk asked again: "You have such a good eye, so you're sure!"

"Look at that kid's dress and clothes are only street stalls worth dozens of yuan. He doesn't have much wealth at first glance. Maybe he's just waiting for money. If he's lucky, he can get this thing at most 13,000 yuan! Ten thousand yuan is really a lot in the eyes of these people." Old man Fu narrowed his eyes and shook the rocking chair again: "Young people must learn to keep calm!"

The clerk grabbed his head and said, "Am I afraid that he will go to another house!"

Old Man Fu did not answer after hearing this, and closed his eyes directly, stretched out his dry old hand and hit the beat on his knees.
Chapter completed!