Seeing Song Lin lowering his head to look at the phoenix hairpin, Lao Zhao's eyes turned around and immediately said, "Young man, have you taken a fancy to this hairpin? What a good eye! You have such a good eye!" Speaking of this, Lao Zhao looked around mysteriously and saw that no one noticed them, then lowered his voice and said to Song Lin: "This hairpin was used by Empress Dowager Cixi back then! When I collected it from that family, I heard that their grandmother was a palace maid in the palace and escaped when she was in trouble with the Eight-Nation Alliance... If you really want to buy it, three...one thousand yuan! I will do a loss-making deal! You can take it away with one thousand yuan!"

Tan Jingyu snorted coldly: "The pattern on this is not the totem of the Qing Dynasty!" He is knowledgeable and is also an old man in the antique circle. Old Zhao can't hide it from him. If Tan Jingyu was not a casual saying of such a way to cut off people's wealth, but Song Lin is quite destined to be his student and came together. How could he not let Song Lin be fooled?

"Hey - I said Lao Tan, this food can be eaten randomly! You can't talk nonsense!" Lao Zhao was unhappy. If he hadn't been looking forward to someone to buy it, he would have to go forward and fight against Tan Jingyu. He just called "Old Tan" but in a blink of an eye it turned into "Old Tan".

Antiques like them are nothing more than the five-word mantra of "caught cheating and stealing". When they go to the countryside to buy antiques, they either bully others who don't understand and then buy them at a low price, or they can deceive them to buy them at a low price. If they can't cheat, they can only steal them. Things like them have to get them at any rate. They get things at an extremely low price, or they simply steal them from a lack of money, and they can sell them at a good price by replacing them. Even if they are fake, they can be sold to people who don't know how to do things. In short, money is easy to come by, and "eating, drinking, gambling, and smoking" is their hobby. With all five poisons and one, human nature is often gradually destroyed. Not to mention that Tan Jingyu is an old man, even if a disabled person dares to block his financial path, Lao Zhao can do it.

Of course, Tan Jingyu would not be threatened by him. He patted his disciples gently and whispered: "Song Lin, this old Zhao is not real. He has never sold any real goods. If you want to buy it, I will take you to another stall."

"I-Fuck!" Old Zhao vaguely heard something. Although he didn't hear what he was saying, he expected to be revealing his true feelings. Old Zhao didn't know what Tan Jingyu was, so he just thought he was an ordinary old man. He was so angry that he picked up a bronze sword from the stall that was 70 to 80% similar to the King of Yue Goujian Sword and scolded: "Old Tan, do I have a grudge against you? Isn't it just that I sold it to someone else that you like last time? Do you need to talk to me behind my back?"

Although Lao Zhao is a city-based person, he has good eyesight. It can be seen that Tan Jingyu and Song Lin have no blood relationship, and they are not very familiar with each other. So he turned around and threw dirty water on Tan Jingyu. If Tan Jingyu doesn't know anything about it anymore, Lao Zhao doesn't care about using the bronze sword to slap Tan Jingyu. The bronze sword is not sharp, but the weight is quite suitable to slap people.

However, she didn't expect Song Lin to defend Tan Jingyu so much. Before he could finish his words, Song Lin stepped up and pinched his wrist. Old Zhao was about to struggle, but he felt as if his wrist was clamped by a vise, and he couldn't move at all.

Song Lin twisted his iron hand, and Lao Zhao screamed in pain, and his palm was gone. He couldn't help but open his hand. With a "clang", the copper sword fell to the ground. The sword body was knocked by a stone slab, and a small piece of paint fell off, revealing the iron color inside...

"Forget it..." Tan Jingyu gently patted Song Lin's arm. He naturally disdained the common knowledge of a city-like slut like Lao Zhao. In fact, with his status and status, just a word is enough to make this Taobao street banned, but he regards himself very lowly and has never used privileges indiscriminately.

"Be kind and don't touch me!" Song Lin let go, and Lao Zhao fell down and he was no longer arrogant when he got up. People like Lao Zhao are typical of being weak and afraid of hard work. He originally relied on the fact that no one knew his true background here and just beat people away. At worst, he wouldn't come here in the future and continue setting up stalls in another place. However, he didn't expect that when he met Song Lin, a tough guy, Lao Zhao suddenly became timid.

"Since my student wants to buy it, please give it a affordable price. But first I agreed that your hairpin was definitely not used by Empress Dowager Cixi, and even if it is really an old thing, it is not worth it." Tan Jingyu is a real person. Seeing that Song Lin had taken action, he simply bought it to compensate Lao Zhao. Seeing that Song Lin was really fond of it, Song Lin really liked it. But he couldn't let Song Lin suffer a loss, so he explained it for Song Lin first: "Besides, Lao Zhao, he is just a student. Do you think he can buy you hundreds or thousands of dollars? Forget it, they are all familiar faces. If you sell it sincerely, just say a suitable price, otherwise we will go to another house to take a look."

Old Zhao covered his wrist, and it hurt so much that he still couldn't use his strength. He heard Tan Jingyu say that, but he still interrupted and explained: "This is really not something I polished. Don't I understand what I did..." But seeing that Tan Jingyu and Song Lin both looked indifferent, he had to sigh: "Someone really wanted to buy it for 3,000 yuan just now..."

Actually, Lao Zhao was regretting it. His hairpin had been accumulated in his hand for a long time and he had never been able to make a move. Most people looked at it and were scared away by him as soon as he said the price. Originally, Lao Zhao asked for a price of about 1,000, but gradually it all fell to 300, but no one bought it.

Just now, a man in a suit and tie came to see the hairpin. The man was very strange. When he walked by, he picked it up and looked carefully. Lao Zhao introduced and explained, saying that the ceiling was falling and the mouth was flying, and the man seemed to have not heard of it. But it was obvious that the man valued it very much, and turned it over and looked over for a long time.

Lao Zhao observed the words and felt that the man should have wanted it very much, so he quoted 3,000 yuan. As a result, the man looked at him like a slight look, and then left directly. This made Lao Zhao's psychological gap. When he reported to Song Lin, he only reported another 1,000 yuan.

This thing was bought by Lao Zhao from the countryside, but it actually cost more than ten yuan. In their industry, they are just brave and starving to death. The higher the price, the more people dare to buy it, especially for such things that are not accurate.

"Forget it, Lao Zhao, I don't think your hairpin is worth nothing at all. If you don't sell it sincerely, forget it." Tan Jingyu shook his head and pulled Song Lin away. Of course, this is also a trick. He can generally defraud a affordable price.

Lao Zhao himself understood that this thing would definitely not be sold in four digits, and it would be good if it could be sold in three digits. But he was reluctant to do so, so he hesitated that he saw that Tan Jingyu and Song Lin were really leaving, and quickly said, "Three...two hundred! Two hundred you can take it away!"

Song Lin turned around and took out a handful of money that was kneaded from his pocket. There were 100 yuan and a few tickets, which totaled only 120 yuan. He only had so much in his pocket today, so it can be said that he had already taken out all the money he had on him.

"I have brought so many, will you sell them?" Song Lin looked at Lao Zhao sincerely.

Lao Zhao's lips twitched a few times, and it was only more than one hundred, and he really couldn't bear to let it go. But then he thought about it, after passing this village, there was no such store, and it was obviously impossible to sell it at a high price for so long. If not, sell it, it would be more than what you want...

"Forget it, for Mr. Tan's sake, I'll take care of my friend!" Old Zhao stuffed the phoenix hairpin to Song Lin and took the more than one hundred yuan. Then he rubbed the 100 yuan with his thumb, and then put it in the sun to see. Seeing that it was true, Old Zhao felt relieved again and cursed: Two **, I actually spent ten yuan when I entered! Humph!

Thinking of this, Lao Zhao's heart was balanced again, and the depression on his face was swept away. He smiled at Tan Jingyu and Song Lin, "How is it? What else do you want to see?"

Tan Jingyu shook his head and was about to pull Song Lin away, but at this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie rushed over panting, holding a stack of brand new banknotes in his hand and said hurriedly to Lao Zhao: "Boss, where is the thing? I want three thousand yuan!"

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Last night, there was a lump under my throat, which was hard and painful. The man who went out to look for the clinic and said it was a thyroid tumor. He was so scared that he went to the hospital for treatment in the morning and even had a color ultrasound. As a result, he was lymphangi, so he just took anti-inflammatory drugs. It was such a quack doctor who harmed people...

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Chapter completed!