"Selling food cards! Bread cards! Cookies cards! Everything is available, everything is available!"

"Selling water card! Selling fire card!"

"Selling solar airplane cards! Only fifteen attributeless cards are required for a plane!"

In this card market, the oldest traditions are implemented. Just like the vegetable market in the old society, people buy and sell, and they pay one hand and deliver the goods. In card markets like this, the things sold are usually very ordinary. For example, particularly expensive things are auctioned in auction houses. Of course, it is not ruled out that there are special cards in the market. As for economics, most daily necessities cards can be purchased through money, while other cards are used as currency. In the card era, the currency circulated among ordinary people was money, and among those who use cards, the ones circulated were cards. Of course, there is still a certain proportion of exchange between the unattributed cards and money.

Sun Ziqiang walked slowly in this market, letting the vendors on both sides continue to hawk, and Sun Ziqiang did not stop and take a look. It can be said that Sun Ziqiang himself didn't know why he came here. Perhaps it was just to waste time.

The terrain of this card market is a circle. As we walked, Sun Ziqiang walked around the card market and returned to the location he came.

"Hmm? Go back to the exit?" Sun Ziqiang's eyes were not fluctuating, and he seemed to be still thinking about his past with his father. The inexplicable death of his parents on Mars has always been something that Sun Ziqiang could not understand. Sun Ziqiang also knew that Jupiter belonged to a neutral galaxy, and there was a possibility that humans were killed by alien races. But Sun Ziqiang did not believe that his parents were just at the entrance of Mars and the earth, collecting some card energy and being killed by alien races. No matter how stupid Sun Ziqiang knew, there seemed to be something else. And the second uncle Sun Yu seemed unwilling to say anything.

"Little guy, come and see my card?" A slightly old voice came into Sun Ziqiang's ears.

Sun Ziqiang followed the sound and walked to a small stall. Looking at the items on the stall, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Aoxing missile card, water column card, shield armor defense card

There are only three cards in this stall.

"Spirit Card!" Sun Ziqiang's eyes slowly raised and looked at the old man in front of him. The old man was wearing a black coat, his head scattered in disarray, and a trace of turbid air appeared in his eyes, as if he was an old man who was almost half-infiltrated.

What surprised Sun Ziqiang was not the appearance of the old man, but the cards sold by the old man.

These three cards, without exception, are all spell cards! As the third young master of the Sun Family Lantian City branch, Sun Ziqiang also knows some common sense about cards. Although the spell cards sold by the old man are not precious, they are more prominent compared to other cards in this market.

"It seems that the little guy is also a keen person. I don't know which family it belongs to?" The old man couldn't help but smile a kind smile when he heard Sun Ziqiang's muttering.

When Sun Ziqiang heard this, his eyes became gloomy.

"I am no longer from a family." Sun Ziqiang sighed, and looked at the old man with good looks. Sun Ziqiang said without any reservations. Then he looked at these three cards. These three cards were spell cards, and the spell cards were almost uncirculated among these ordinary people. After seeing this, Sun Ziqiang did want to buy it, but when he touched the only ten attributeless cards in his backpack used to pay tuition fees, he swallowed and decided to give up.

If you buy a card, you may not have the money to study.

"Oh?" The old man could naturally hear the sad aura contained in Sun Ziqiang's language.

"It seems that this child was originally from a family. I'm afraid he was expelled by the family." The old man thought to himself.

"Young man, are you homeless now?" The old man stood up slowly, and a trace of light flashed in his originally dirty eyes.

When he was sitting, the old man was still very short, but when he stood up, Sun Ziqiang showed that the old man was slightly taller than himself!

Sun Ziqiang could feel the kindness that emanated from the old man's body, so he did not hide it and nodded, "Yes."

Sun Ziqiang thought that if this old man was a bad person, but this idea was deleted within three seconds in Sun Ziqiang's mind.

"If these cards were made by this old man, then there was no need for this old man to ruin himself. This is an era of cards. No one would be a human trafficker like the old society. And since the old man could see his down-and-out appearance, how could he think of having cards on himself? So no matter from which perspective, there is no reason for this old man to ruin himself." Sun Ziqiang thought in his mind, although his thoughts were naive, it was not without reason.

The old man naturally didn't know Sun Ziqiang's thoughts. After pondering for a while, he asked again: "If you believe me, take out the ID card and let me see it."

Suddenly, a hint of vigilance appeared in Sun Ziqiang's eyes, but when he looked at the old man Gu Jing Wubo's gaze, his tense body instantly relaxed, and then he slowly took out the identity card.

Name: Sun Ziqiang

Age: 15

Identity: Homeless (individual)

School: Lanyang No. 2 Middle School

...

"Sun Ziqiang... Could it be the Sun family?" A trace of information from the Sun family flashed through the old man's mind.

"I think you are quite pleasing to you, if you don't have a place to live, follow me to sell cards in this market." The old man said slowly, but there was no expression on his face, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Old man, how do you sell these three spell cards?" At this moment, a middle-aged man walked up not far away and asked.

The old man looked at it and said, "It's all three attributeless cards."

"Uh...or I'll buy all three cards, you can sell them cheaper, eight attribute cards, okay?" The middle-aged man looked at the clothes, and was not a wealthy person. The man looked at the three cards in front of the stall and discussed with the old man.

The old man pondered and nodded: "Yes."

After the man handed the eight attributeless cards to the old man, he picked up the three spell cards on the stall, touched them without any problems, and turned around and left.

"How are you guys? What do you think?"

Just when the man bought the card, Sun Ziqiang agreed. As for Sun Ziqiang's schooling, it would be fine. Because the card market is only open after 11:00 noon, and Blue Sky No. 2 Middle School held classes in the morning and afternoon holidays, it was not in conflict with this period.

“I’m willing to sell the card with you.”

"Okay." The old man's calm face finally changed a little. He looked at Sun Ziqiang and said, "Today's cards are sold out, the stalls are closed. You can follow me."

"My surname is Qiao, and from now on, you can call me Mr. Qiao."

To be continued...
Chapter completed!