Chapter 109： Jade Cicada 3

Qiao Yian looked at Old Man Wu's movements, only to feel that the brush was really not covered by the other party.

She was still thinking before, is this old man Wu making a sound? What I want to buy is the red sandalwood pen holder.

But now it seems that this person is completely directed at this bamboo snuff bottle, and other things have not caught his eye.

The original scene where Old Man Wu and the old stall owner were fighting was more like having nothing to do and having fun, or maybe Old Man Wu was afraid of something he liked and was forced to raise the price again and deliberately involved two other things. , just set off smoke bombs.

Old Qin had a deep understanding of Old Man Wu's shameless demeanor over the years, and he didn't care about the other party's actions at this time. When he received the change information from the bank, Old Qin waved his hand and looked like he was chasing ducks, "Go, go, go. , since the things have been bought, don't stay in front of my stall, and if you stay any longer, the guests of my stall will be told to run away by you."

"What's the matter with me if your guest ran away? Who told you to kill me, the retribution is coming!" Old man Wu ignored Lao Qin's actions completely, sitting on the pony, as if roots had grown under his feet.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, the old man turned around and said to the stall owner Lao Qin with a smile: "Old Qin, I went to an antique auction two years ago, and there was such a Qing Dynasty bamboo-carved snuff at the auction. The style of the pot is similar to this one. The painting on the snuff bottle is of a rooster fighting a cricket, and it cost 280,000 directly. How much do you think this picture of enjoying flowers and playing in the spring can be sold?"

"What?!!!" The old stall owner's eyes widened suddenly, and he was distressed. He picked up the side pole on the side and tried to chase the old man Wu.

The old man Wu, who originally said that he was not in good health and was locked at home, jumped up immediately, like a loach, slippery or slippery, and quickly got into the crowd and disappeared. Qiao Yian's mouth twitched slightly, and she finally understood this. Why are people not welcomed by the old stall owner, this mouth is too cheap.

Picked up a leak and secretly took it home, wouldn't it be okay? I had to tell the stall owner on the spot, so that the stall owner knew that he was pecked by a wild goose, and he was in a mess.

Fortunately, the old man Wu ran fast, otherwise he would have to be beaten at such a great age.

Looking at the disappearing back in the crowd, Qiao Yi'an immediately thought of the old urchin Zhou Botong, a classic character in a novel, but apparently Zhou Botong was not as harsh as old man Wu.

Qiao Yian shook her head and saw that the crowd watching the excitement around her gradually dispersed, and she followed in the footsteps of others and left Lao Qin's booth. I wonder if I can find some suitable things in other stalls.

Therefore, as long as he sees a stall of interest, Qiao Yian squatted down and used his abilities to check it carefully. It's a pity that Qiao Yian couldn't see suitable things at these booths, but she spent a lot of time squatting, making her legs and feet sore. The antiques on these stalls really have more moisture than those wool materials. It is not easy to find genuine items in these things and absorb anger.

Qiao Yian is thinking about whether he should go to the back street first to see if there is suitable wool, and then go to the antique store jewelry store. But at the entrance of a small alley, she was suddenly grabbed by an outstretched arm, which startled her.