Chapter 10 Xiaogui City

There were few customers in the afternoon. Yang Bo read a book and had time to rest. He got up too early in the morning. When using his powers, he also needed to expend a certain amount of energy. In addition, his mood fluctuated throughout the day, which inevitably made him feel energetic.

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After reading a book, he fell asleep slowly. When he woke up, it was already dark. There was no one in the store. Fortunately, there were no customers. Yang Bo took a look around and found that there were no missing items. He went out to buy dinner and soon he was there.

Washed up and went to sleep.

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In the early morning, when the sky was dark, Yang Bo got up again, because the ghost market had already started. In fact, the ghost market does not happen every day. It only happens on the sixth day of every month in the lunar calendar, that is, there are only three ghost markets every month.

But after all, it is a business, and there are still a small number of second-hand dealers who will form their own ghost market in order to avoid being chased by the urban management during the day. This happens every day.

Xiaogui Market is small and there are many fakes. Yang Bo knows it very well, but after all, it is an opportunity and he will not let it go!

Walking from stall to stall, following Director Qu yesterday, the effect was quite good, but it is difficult to meet celebrities in Xiaogui City, and what happened yesterday was not very pleasant, so Yang Bo gave up following him.

The way.

Most of the objects in Xiaogui City are small gadgets. Yang Bo even saw someone taking a snakeskin bag and buying half a bag of rain flower stones. Such rain flower stones are sold in tourist attractions and are not valuable. They only cost five or ten yuan.

You can just grab a handful, but for the cost of a few dollars per pound, this method of selling is a huge profit.

Ming city wall bricks also appeared openly on the stall, but Yang Bo soon discovered that these city wall bricks were all fake. If they were true, the police would have appeared soon.

Yang Bo searched for a long time, turned over a lot of objects, and even felt a little dizzy in front of his eyes, but still found nothing, which made him a little anxious. He was more eager than ever to get 850,000. This was his

Where is hope!

However, things did not go as smoothly as Yang Bo imagined. Until he found the last stall, there were still no items of current value, which disappointed him.

On the way back, Yang Bo's head was groggy. When he passed by Jiyatang, he noticed that Jiyatang was not open. He really didn't pay attention. Maybe Jiyatang would only open on the ghost market's opening day.

It has been two years since I came to Jinling. Because of the meager salary, or perhaps because Yang Bo himself is not an active person, he has never gone out to play. Now he wants to find another ghost market, but he feels confused and wants to

After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered a place with an antique market, Confucius Temple!

Confucius Temple was not far from Chaotian Palace. Yang Bo turned around, randomly picked up a stall owner, called Big Brother, and asked: "Is there an antique market over there at Confucius Temple?"

"Yes, of course there is. There is a flower and bird market over there!" The stall owner's business was not good and he answered listlessly.

"Is there a ghost market?" Yang Bo became more energetic.

"Ghost market?" the stall owner snorted, "Of course there is one, the market over there is much bigger than here!"

"Brother, how to get there?" Yang Bo asked urgently without noticing the other person's expression.

"Oh, you go east from the intersection in front and turn left at the third traffic light..."

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Following the direction given by the stall owner, Yang Bo started running. He had always lived in an antique shop and had no means of transportation. Of course, he was reluctant to spend half a day's meal money to take a taxi, so he could only rely on his hands.

The legs started running, but fortunately according to the stall owner, the distance was not far.

Yang Bo has always exercised every morning, but recently due to his lifestyle, he has neglected to exercise, so running is not strenuous.

After running for more than 20 minutes, he still couldn't see the shadow of the Confucius Temple. Yang Bo couldn't help but become anxious. It was night again and there were no pedestrians on the road. He comforted himself that he was about to arrive, and then ran down.

After more than ten minutes passed, Yang Bo asked a passerby and finally found the Confucius Temple. By this time, the sky was getting brighter.

Yang Bo walked around the Confucius Temple and finally found a stall selling pancakes and fruits. He ran over and asked, "Hello, isn't there a ghost market here? Why can't I find it?"

"Ghost market? What is a ghost market? Where is it haunted?"

Yang Bo was startled for a moment, "It's the place where stalls are set up to sell antiques at night!"

"Oh, I guess not, but the night market here is very lively. There is an antique street inside, which is open until one or two o'clock at night. It can be considered a ghost market, right?"

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Yang Bo was hungry and thirsty, so he bought pancakes with fruit and soy milk, and walked around the Confucius Temple while eating.

In the early morning, only the breakfast shop was open. The Confucius Temple had a strong commercial atmosphere. It was not as antique as he had imagined before. There were many shops and modern clothing brands, which immediately made Yang Bo lose interest.

Yang Bo finally found the Antique City on Zhanyuan Road, but it was too early and the Antique City hadn't opened yet. He probably didn't have time to wait.

Crossing Zhanyuan Road, there were many antique shops on both sides. Just as he was about to leave, Yang Bo actually saw a stall!

Squatting in front of the stall, Yang Bo looked at a few items in front of him. The Tianhuang stone seal was a new item. Yang Bo gave up selectively. His energy was limited. He could feel that because he had spent too much before, he might only be able to do it now.

Support him to use his superpower once!

The bright yellow pastel porcelain bowl was too shiny on the outside, and it was still angry. It was probably not old enough, so Yang Bo gave up.

There were a few miscellaneous items left, and Yang Bo didn't pay much attention. His eyes finally focused on a bronze string pattern jue. This one was the most common, but Yang Bo had a strong premonition.

A bright light appeared in front of his eyes, and the aperture gradually formed. An unprecedented thick aperture appeared in front of Yang Bo's eyes, which made him unable to help being surprised.

Yang Bo pointed towards Xian Wenjue, "How much does this one cost?"

The stall owner was wrapped in a gray coat and looked up at Yang Bo, "Fifty!"

Yang Bo didn't counter-offer, he paid for it and took the Xian Wen Jue. At the end of the night, he finally got something!

The Xian Wen Jue is covered with a layer of green rust, but fortunately it is still in complete condition. According to Yang Bo's estimate, it should be from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, but it is difficult to determine the specifics.

However, even after getting this Xian Wenjue, Yang Bo was not too excited, because the domestic bronze ware market is not big, and domestic restrictions on the trade of ancient bronze ware have made many people unwilling to collect bronze ware, so the price has been rising.

Not going.

Even so, being able to buy this Xian Wen Jue still made Yang Bo a little excited. Gaining something would give him the confidence to persevere!
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