The crowd in the entire small square fell into a dead silence.

Only Chen Qiming's subwoofer continued to sing loudly: "Boss Huang He, the bastard, ate, gamble, eat, drink, gamble, eat, drink, gamble,... he owed 350 million yuan... he ran away with his sister-in-law..."

I owe you sister!

Run away from your sister!

Can you turn off your speaker first?

Chen Zhengqian just strangled him to death. What the hell is this special meow!

Isn’t it good to set up a stall? Why do you young people always think about making big news? Now, you are going to become famous!

He looked at Chen Qiming and was almost crying.

On the other hand, Chen Qiming seemed extremely calm, and sat upright on his small stool with his eyes and nose, as if he wasn't the speaker he turned on just now, and he directly ignored thousands of pairs of surprised gazes.

Even his expression was a little innocent. I said it was the speaker who opened the first one. Do you believe it?

Seeing that there were people laughing in the crowd, Chen Zhengqian finally couldn't help it. He covered his face and turned his head, "Don't look at me, I really don't know this guy, come and beat him to death!"

Before the magic song was finished, the security guard came over and pointed to the subwoofer and said to Chen Qiming: "Student, turn off your influence quickly. You will have a lot of influence on other people's business!"

Facing the fat security guard and the murderous gazes of the students around him, Chen Qiming decisively and quickly paused the music. Chen Zhengqian next to him breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped from death.

It's simply terrible!

After the security guard left, many classmates sneered at Chen Qiming. He was so kind that he rebounded all the gossips, but someone really came to Chen Qiming's stall to ask for the price.

Seeing the student coming to ask for the price, he hurriedly greeted others. After a while, he actually dropped several things, several extracurricular books and a badminton racket. Although the unit price is not high, it is still about a hundred yuan in total.

It seems that the sound effect just now is good.

The boy made money and looked proud. Seeing that Chen Zhengqian had not gone out, he said in a slight manner: "It seems that my business is better than you! How about it, do you want to have a piece of music too?"

Chen Zhengqian ignored him and said, "It's more than 100 yuan, what's the point of being proud of?"

No one came to see his stall, but when he saw the prices marked on it, he became timid.

A headset costs more than 3,000 yuan. Where can ordinary people afford it? The guy who repairs a mobile phone at the school gate only costs 20 yuan a pair. Is it better to ask a girl to go out for a room and play mahjong all night long if it costs 3,000 yuan.

Let’s look at the books placed next to you. Fortunately, the price has shrunk by almost ten times, but the minimum price is 500 yuan.

A few books cost only 500 yuan. Although it is not outrageous, it is also quite expensive. This place is a big dump. Will anyone buy something that is priced at a high price?

Chen Qiming couldn't help but complain: "Hey, are you mistaken? Several novels actually cost 500 yuan. Which fool would buy you?"

Chen Zhengqian looked calm and said, "What's the matter? It's better to buy someone, but it's better if no one buys it. You'd better worry about yourself. If you don't lose it, you'll have to move it back in later!"

He was really not worried at all. Anyway, these things were taken from the bookshelf of the villa, which was not very attractive to him. However, he checked the Internet and found that although they were not particularly valuable, they were all rare things. When they met someone who knew the goods, they would not worry about losing them.

Besides, if you don’t lose the big deal, you can move it back again, it’s not very heavy anyway.

After he said this, Chen Qiming began to worry. He would have known that he would not have moved so many things. Now it was a big trouble, and it hurts!

In less than five minutes, Chen Qiming lost two more information books, five yuan per book, and it is still very popular among students.

Seeing his smug smile, Chen Zhengqian couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Hey, do I need to put it in Jiangnan Leather Factory again to help you attract a wave of popularity?" Chen Qiming said with a smile.

Chen Zhengqian refused decisively: "No need, I'd better wait!" He would rather return empty-handed than listen to the ghost song "The Legend of the Demons" just now. It's so terrifying.

Since he said that, Chen Qiming had no choice but to shrugg and say you can do whatever you want.

At this time, a boy with a little messy hair stood in front of Chen Zhengqian's stall and saw the book priced at 500 yuan in the stall. His eyes were lit up, and he was like he was rushing towards him.

"Danterian's Bookshelf"? Damn it, it's awesome! Is this the Yuezhou version or the Taiwanese version?" He looked up at Chen Zhengqian and asked anxiously.

Chen Zhengqian looked at him in surprise, but still replied: "The Yuezhou version is not bargaining, just take it if you want it."

The boy suddenly had a little shortness of breath: "Can I take a look?"

Chen Zhengqian nodded: "Yes, but please be careful, after all, it is an out-of-print thing, and it will be troublesome if it is damaged or not."

This set of novels was taken from the bookshelf and kept quite fresh. 500 yuan is not outrageous. Many people want to buy them but can't buy them. This is the out-of-print stuff. If it weren't for the Taiwanese version being printed, the price would probably have doubled.

The boy picked up the book on the ground excitedly, gently stroked the cover, opened the book, carefully checked the publication information, nodded and said, "That's right, it's the Yuezhou version, are you sure you want to release it?"

"Well, yes." Chen Zhengqian nodded. He was picked up from the bookshelf of the villa anyway. It was not expensive, and he didn't feel sorry for it if it fell off.

"How much?" the boy asked hurriedly.

Chen Zhengqian pointed to the price on the ground: "500 is not the same, you can take it away if you give it money."

The boy said without thinking: "Can you pay on Alipay or WeChat? I didn't bring so much cash."

Chen Zhengqian said: "Of course."

Then in less than a minute, the two completed the transaction. The boy was very happy with the whole set of books, and Chen Zhengqian was also very satisfied with the money he received.

Only Chen Qiming was left, looking at Chen Zhengqian in amazement. He couldn't believe that he had actually lost a set of books, and a set of books was worthy of so many things he had worked hard for. Damn, is there any reason for it?

Seeing the boy getting up and leaving, Chen Zhengqian pointed to another set of books left on the stall and asked: "There is another set here, which is also out of print, but it is just a Japanese version. Do you want it?"

The boy looked over and his eyes were almost glaring out: "Damn it, it's "Wolf and Spicy"!"

Another out-of-print book, what luck is today! It’s hard to get one, but today I actually encountered two sets at once. If I tell you, the senior dead housemen on the forum will probably be envious!

Chen Zhengqian nodded and said nothing, acting naturally. Chen Qiming at the stall next to him was not calm. Is it so exaggerated? Just a set of books, would it be a peerless one?

The boy hesitated for a while, shook his head and said unfortunately: "No, although I really want it, I just bought "Dantrien's Bookshelf". If I buy this set again, I will probably have to eat dirt in the next two months." Judging from his appearance, he really wanted this set of books, but he had no money in his pocket and could only bear the pain and abandon it.

Watching the boy leave, Chen Qiming finally couldn't help but speak: "Damn, there are really fools who are willing to buy your books. They are drunk. There are people who want it so expensive. Should I also raise the price?"

Chen Zhengqian looked at the "Red Sorghum" on his stall, "Ordinary World", and "Passing Through Your World", which were all books by literary and artistic youth. After thinking about it, he would not talk to himself. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!