When I woke up the next day, Sister Jiuer was gone.

And I - lying alone on the cold ground.

His clothes were still on, he smelled of alcohol, and he had a splitting headache.

The food and wine in the house were in a mess.

I smiled bitterly.

Sister Jiuer once told me that when a man falls, he either dies or gets up again and stands tall.

How could she help me, and how could she undress me?

What a broken dream this is!

The rental house has been vacated.

She left me nothing, except the clothes I was wearing, the photos of my parents when they died, and the fake Yuan Datou.

There is a lot of money, women, and power out there, you have to earn it by yourself.

Revenge is waiting there, you have to avenge it on your own.

This is also what Sister Jiuer said.

I don't know when I will see her again, but I believe we will meet again.

The first thing I need to do is eat.

After washing my face, putting on some clothes, and going out, I walked quickly towards the "Gambling Market" in Jinling.

Jinling is the last stop Sister Jiuer took me to. It is the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties and has profound cultural heritage.

Around two thousand years ago, the economy flourished and antiques flourished.

There are three large-scale cultural and entertainment markets near Confucius Temple, which are called "store market", "stall market" and "gambling market" by industry insiders.

The shops are mainly antique shops and auction houses, selling jewelry and jade, celebrity calligraphy and paintings, copper pots and celadon, half genuine and half fake, and expensive.

The stall market is a flea market for those who practice stalls. It is a mixed bag of things and fakes. Of course, it is also a good place to wander around and pick up things. It is equivalent to Panjiayuan in Kyoto and Shenyang Road in Jinmen.

The gambling market is a gambling market with cultural games as the medium. Gambling is illegal, but gambling on cultural games is rarely controlled, and there is still a touch of elegance. For this reason, the gambling market is very lively. The most common ones are gambling on stones and gambling on wood.

Gambling.

I was penniless and had nothing to gain, so I had to choose the gambling market.

The first place I targeted and operated on was a Thousand Eyes Bodhi gambling stall that was watched by many people.

After just one glance, I realized that this was a complete Bodhi scam.

However, what surprised me was that the person who set up the scam turned out to be a beautiful woman in her twenties.

I didn't know it at the time.

The woman in front of me not only made me my first pot of gold.

He was also my guide into the strange world of antiques.

And she became the first woman to gasp under me.

The woman's makeup is exquisite, her clothes are fashionable, and her quality appears to be high-end. Her eyes are as big as a pool of autumn water, her skin is as white as snow, and her figure is very good, especially her breasts, which are very perky.

There was a slight smile on her lips, and her voice was very sweet: "Bosses, let's open the Bodhi! The white one costs 50 yuan, the green one is free, and I'll pay 500 yuan to buy back the red one."

Bodhi is a small subtropical oval fruit with a polished shell and densely spotted hard flesh that looks like a small eye. It can be made into a beautiful hanging ornament.

However, the causal meat is divided into three colors: white, green, and red. White is mostly white, green is rare, and red is rare. The process of polishing and opening the shell has become a form of gambling if the blind box is opened.

Around two thousand years ago, everyone's salary was only one to two thousand yuan, and fifty yuan a Bodhi seed was very expensive.

But gambling is all about excitement, and many people around are paying for it.

The woman's eyebrows were lively and her face was happy. While collecting the money, she ordered the two polishers beside her to polish it quickly.

"White again!"

"Forget it, make a knot for me and I'll give it to my husband."

"I've already paid 500 yuan, and it's all white. Boss, you don't only have ginkgo, do you?"

Hearing this, the woman rolled her eyes and replied with a smile: "Brother, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. Just because you can't do it, doesn't mean others can't do it."

"Fuck! Red!"

A big man standing next to him shouted loudly, holding a freshly polished red Bodhi seed in his hand.

Seeing this, the woman frowned slightly, looking a little helpless. She ordered five hundred yuan for the big man, and turned to the person who asked the question: "Did you see? The color you choose depends on luck, but this girl can

no sooner said than done!"

The big man who opened the red fruit was very happy, took out two hundred, bought four more, and let them continue to open.

Unfortunately, all four of them came out white, so the big man shook his head and left without regret.

When people around saw this, they were filled with envy. They all bet on their luck and spent money to buy Bodhi.

A woman suddenly screamed: "I'll shoot two reds!"

The female stall owner actually kept her promise and gave the woman a thousand yuan to buy back.

After the woman got the money, she was very excited: "I'm not going to open the store, I just went to buy a bag!"

Afterwards, she left extremely excited.

I'm probably the only one at the scene who knew that the big man and the woman were all under this girl's care.

Every time the polishing master is picking up fruits and polishing them, he will habitually throw a bodhi in his hand. Once someone wants to polish, he will throw the bodhi in his hand on the stall and start working.

The lost Bodhi was picked up by a man and a woman five or six minutes later, and it turned out to be red.

The technique is simple and crude!

Such a scam.

If it were done now, no one would believe it.

But around two thousand years ago, it was a unique existence.

After all, information at that time was far less developed than it is now, and anti-fraud propaganda was relatively weak.

And I, through the tiny marks on the Bodhi watch case, have discovered that among the hundreds of Bodhi seeds on the stall, apart from the three they have opened, there are only four red ones left.

"polishing!"

I pretended to pull it for a while and quickly threw three bodhisattvas to the polisher.

The polishing master was holding the bodhi and was about to put it on the machine, but he accidentally glanced at it and suddenly looked surprised. He turned around and looked at the beautiful stall owner.

The beautiful stall owner also looked a little surprised, her pretty face changed slightly, and she looked at me repeatedly with her obsidian eyes.

Then, she turned to the polisher and said, "Open!"

Under the grinding of the machine, the three Bodhisattva stars spread out on the watch case like a goddess scattering flowers, moving and elegant.

Three all red!

The scene was blown up!

Everyone looked at me with envy.

One thousand five hundred dollars was successfully obtained.

I already have money for food these days.

Just a small test.

Sister Jiu'er once said that nothing should be done absolutely.

I plan to stop.

After getting the money, just as he was about to get up and leave, the beautiful stall owner said: "Handsome guy, your luck is so bad, just open a few more and you won't be able to burn the palms of your hands!"

My heart was slightly shocked.

I thought this was just an ordinary scam stall, but what she said was a spring code from the antique world, called Tankou.

The so-called probing is to test whether you are a discerning person who is here to cause trouble.

When I first entered the arena, I didn’t want to cause trouble.

Pretending not to understand, he turned around and left.

But my hearing is really good.

More than ten steps away, I heard the polishing master muttering in a low voice: "Miss, don't think too much, he is just a stupid dog that has eaten fresh shit!"

This sentence refers specifically to people who don’t understand anything and have bad luck.

If it had been anyone else, I would have been sulky at most, but my mind was flooded with extremely painful memories from my childhood.

This is what Brother Cong said when he stuffed feces and peed on my wound that day.
Chapter completed!