After a night passed, Qi Xiang almost pinched the time and waited until dawn. The sky was white and before the sun could jump out, he turned over and got up, washed up, and then went out directly.

It was not too early for Qi Xiang to go out. When he walked on the street, he could see queues of vehicles and pedestrians passing by in an orderly manner on the well-connected highway.

This is how big cities are. Life is fast and it is not easy to live in big places. Anyone who doesn’t work hard will definitely be eliminated.

Qi Xiang was used to this kind of scene. He hired a car on the side of the road and signed up for a place name. He closed his eyes and slept back.

The car was slow and passed one level after another. It took more than an hour to stop.

At this time, the sun was hanging high in the sky, emitting endless light and heat. Qi Xiang paid the money, got off the car directly, and then went deeper along the street. When he suddenly realized, a market appeared.

The market was very lively and bustling, with all kinds of sounds gathering, forming a hot torrent. As soon as Qi Xiang approached, he felt waves of heat waves coming, which made him feel very emotional.

There are dozens of shops in the market, and the businesses run roughly the same, all of which are all kinds of incense, candles and spices.

Because near the market, there is a temple that has been passed down for thousands of years, which is said to be very effective, so the incense is in full bloom. Basically, a large number of believers come to burn incense and worship devoutly.

Over time, a lively incense market was formed next to the temple.

Qi Xiang is not unfamiliar with this incense market. After all, he also worships a little god of wealth in his shop. Whenever the shop is opened early in the morning or closes at night, he always keeps a stick of incense.

He bought the incense he usually consumed here.

As we come too much, Qi Xiang naturally knows that the fragrance in Xiangshi is not only a single variety, but also many categories. Various types of incense, pan incense, fragrant pills, fragrant powder, sachets, and fragrant medicines are numerous and diverse.

There are ready-made fragrant branches and natural raw materials.

Qi Xiang's target was naturally the raw materials. He followed the crowd and looked at the shops on both sides. After a moment, he walked towards one of the largest incense shops in one of the stores.

"Shanyuan Hall!"

With a very simple sign, Qi Xiang glanced at him and walked into the store.

The store is about fifty square meters, and the entrance is a very square, long and low table with various incense and candles piled up like mountains. A group of people gathered around the table and carefully selected the incense and candles they needed.

On both sides of the table are the glass counters.

The things inside the glass counter are undoubtedly more high-end incense candles. Each incense candle is very thick and long, golden in color, very bright and magnificent.

Such incense candles are calculated based on the roots, and any incense is more than 100 yuan. Qi Xiang also saw a huge incense that is half a meter long and thick with a baby's arms, with a price of 9999, which is luxurious.

Needless to say, that giant incense must be prepared for the rich.

Don’t doubt that the giant incense cannot be sold. Every New Year’s Eve, Qi Xiang often sees giant incenses like this appearing in the incense burners of some temples and temples.

Sometimes, Qi Xiang also finds it strange. Many people definitely don’t believe in gods and Buddhas. But for some reason, they are very keen on burning incense and worshiping.

What is this? Ask for spiritual comfort or a lucky mentality?

Qi Xiang couldn't explain it clearly. Anyway, it seems that it is impossible to attribute the matter of burning incense and seeking God to superstition. But even though he knew that he was doing useless work, everyone was happy with it. Is this a kind of... disease?

Qi Xiang was full of thoughts and walked directly over the table and towards the inside of the shop.

Speaking of which, the shop can be divided into two sections. The entrance is one section and the inside is another section. The two sections are separated by hanging beads, and the layout is different.

If the first section is a very ordinary incense shop, then the second section is a bit similar to a traditional Chinese medicine shop. Inside the store, there are large cabinets arranged against the wall.

This big cabinet looks very much like a medicine cabinet in a Chinese medicine store, full of dense small drawers.

Qi Xiang walked in and saw a fat fat man about twenty years old sitting on a chair, crossing his legs, hanging a pair of Bluetooth headphones, and humming and whispering, probably listening to music.

"Dongdong!"

Qi Xiang knocked on the counter as a reminder.

But the fat white man seemed to be very intoxicated, but he didn't react. Qi Xiang blinked her eyes and couldn't help but cough, reach out to him and waved her hand in front of him.

"Hmm?" The fat white man looked up and took off his headphones, with a confused look in his eyes.

Qi Xiang handed over a page and asked politely: "Do you have these spices in your store?"

The fat white man turned his eyes and smiled a little more at the corner of his mouth. He reached out to take the list and saw more than a dozen spices listed above. He nodded without hesitation: "There must be... how many do you want?"

Qi Xiang thought about it and said carefully: "Give each one a pound."

"How many?" The fat white man was also a little surprised.

"One pound..." Qi Xiang raised a finger.

"It's a lot of it, are you planning to feast yourself?" The fat white smiled, his tone was very certain, and there was a strong sense of praise in his eyes, as if he had seen a fellow practitioner.

"Uh, yes." Qi Xiang nodded vaguely and urged: "Can you hurry up? I'm in a hurry."

"Okay, you wait..."

Don’t look at the fat white man with a lot of flesh, but his hands and feet are very quick. He pulled more than a dozen plastic bags and wandered between the cabinet drawers.

More than ten minutes later, bags of spices appeared in front of Qi Xiang's eyes.

"Fennel, white aconite, thatched scent, clove peel, aquamarine leaves, Linglingxiang, cinnamon twigs, lychee shells..." The fat white man weighed bags and said with a smile: "Is it all?"

"It's all." Qi Xiang happily took out her wallet: "How much does it cost?"

"This..." The fat white man hesitated a little, then turned around and shouted: "Old Zhao, come down to check the bill!"

Qi Xiang was stunned, but after a moment, a middle-aged man walked down the stairs quickly and saw bags of spices on the counter, and was immediately a little nervous: "Young Master Hai, how can you do these miscellaneous tasks? You should have asked me to come down early..."

"You are busy, so I won't call you." Mr. Hai waved and said, "Go to check out, don't let the customers wait in a hurry."

Qi Xiang was surprised. Only then did he realize that this fat white man named Mr. Hai was not a clerk in the shop, but a very famous person.

At the same time, the middle-aged man glanced at him and took out a calculator to beat him. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Boss, these spices are 1,567 in total. Just apply them to pieces, just 1,500."

"Oh..." Qi Xiang nodded, and brought enough cash, just pay directly.

After the silver goods were finished, Qi Xiang took the spices and turned around and left.

At this moment, Mr. Hai asked, "Old Zhao, have you found out? Who has the century-old agarwood on hand?"

"Mr. Hai, I just called for half an hour and asked more than a dozen old friends. There were a lot of agarwood on their hands, but there were really no old agarwood that was more than a hundred years old."

While the middle-aged man complained, he couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Hai, isn't the agarwood of ordinary years good? It's of good quality."

Mr. Hai shook his head and waved his hand, "Well, I'll ask someone else..."

After hearing a few words, Qi Xiang had already walked outside the shop.

"A century-old agarwood... is also a coincidence!" Qi Xiang's thoughts moved, but she did not stop. Instead, she left the incense market easily, walked along a street for ten minutes, and arrived at another market.

However, this market sells not incense and candles, but various antiques.

At first glance, dozens of street stalls are distributed in an orderly manner. Some are crowded with people, while others are deserted and polarized, which is very serious.

When he came here, Qi Xiang was like a fish in water, very natural.

"Xiao Qi!"

"Shopkeeper Qi!"

"Brother Qi is here, come and sit down..."

As soon as Qi Xiang approached, many stall owners greeted him, looking very familiar. He also smiled and responded noddedly.

Actually, this is not surprising. After all, the antique collection circle is small or big. Since Qi Xiang dares to open an antique shop, even if it is just a small door shop, it still needs a stable purchase channel.

This channel is undoubtedly the stall owners in front of you.

As a professional, Qi Xiang knew very well that she should never underestimate these street stalls, as there were great knowledge here.

These stalls are divided into many types, some specialize in selling fake goods to cheat people, some are real and fake, some are basically selling real things, some are from other places to set up stalls, and some are also local professionals.

If you can't distinguish the tricks, you will definitely be deceived.

Anyway, Qi Xiang also understands that don’t look at the group of people smiling and saying hello to him now. When it’s time to get rid of the knife, no one will be ruthless.

The circle is so realistic, the water is deep and cruel.

At first glance, among the dozens of stalls, there were more than a dozen items in the densely packed with tens of thousands of items, which was a relatively lucky thing to have.

Qi Xiang is a businessman and is even more engaged in this business. Naturally, he knows that you should be cautious when dealing with these people, so as not to accidentally capsize in the gutter.

After walking a few steps, Qi Xiang found that there was a stall very lively. A group of people surrounded the stall and it was jammed. At first glance, he felt strange and couldn't help asking a stall owner next to him: "Brother, what's going on over there?"

The stall owner curled his lips and said in a muffled voice: "It seems to be the Flying Tigers, or the Guerrillas..."

"Really?" Qi Xiang's eyes lit up.

"Hey, it's hard to say..." A nearby stall owner sneered: "Maybe it's the Locust Team. Manager Qi, you have to keep your eyes open and see clearly, and stop taking medicine."
Chapter completed!