Tang Xiaoman turned around and saw a bustling tree-lined street.
There were numerous shops on both sides of the street, decorated in their own styles, but all exuding a simple atmosphere.
On this street, in addition to these stores, the pedestrian-friendly streets are also occupied by small groups of street vendors, and pedestrians have no choice but to walk to the narrow road.
The road has become a "pedestrian street".
"Look carefully at the things on the ground."
Mu Yunbai whispered in Tang Xiaoman's ear, "Remember the trick I told you."
Tang Xiaoman nodded, pretending to be an ordinary spectator, and walked slowly past each stall.
These objects spread out on the ground all exude an old-fashioned atmosphere.
Some are black and translucent, some are mottled with patina, and some are so muddy that they look like salted duck eggs.
"Beauty, feel free to take a look."
The stall owner grinned at Tang Xiaoman, showing his big yellow teeth, "These are all good things, many of them just came out of the soil."
Tang Xiaoman glanced at the stall in front of the man.
There were indeed a lot of antique things, but she didn't even find anything with a "dead air".
So, she smiled awkwardly at the man, turned around and left.
But as soon as she turned around, she heard the crisp sound of broken porcelain coming from behind.
Tang Xiaoman turned around in surprise and found that where she had just stood, a small bowl had inexplicably cracked in half.
"This beauty, you can't just leave like this."
Dahuang Ya stood up from his stall and looked at Tang Xiaoman with his hands on his hips, as if he wanted to ask for an explanation, "That is a woman from the Kangxi period.
Pastels.”
Tang Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat.
She clearly remembered that just now her feet were at least two fists away from the bowl.
She just glanced at it.
How could the bowl have just cracked?
I'm afraid I've run into a problem.
Tang Xiaoman stared coldly at the cracked "pink porcelain" bowl, concentrating his thoughts, but did not see the deathly aura that Mu Yunbai said.
"Boss, don't use this kind of thing to bluff people."
Although she was very nervous inside, she still pretended to be calm and snorted, "This kind of modern craftsmanship is not worth much at first glance."
The face of the big yellow tooth changed slightly, and then a fierce look appeared in his eyes: "Why did you break my things and accuse me of being fake?
Why don't you go to this street to ask, my Huang Ya's Things, which one is not a real thing that came out of the pit?"
Da Huangya's voice was already loud, and he deliberately raised his voice.
After a while, his stall was surrounded by people watching the excitement, trapping Tang Xiaoman.
Seeing the crowd gathering around her, Tang Xiaoman felt a flash of panic in her heart.
When she turned around, she didn't even see Mu Yunbai's figure, which made her even more confused.
The big yellow tooth saw all of Tang Xiaoman's panic, and couldn't help but smile proudly: "Little girl, I suffered a little loss, just pay me 20,000 to 30,000 yuan."
"This kind of rubbish is worth 20,000 or 30,000 yuan."
Suddenly, Tang Xiaoman felt someone talking in her ear, but when she looked up, she found that there was no one around her.
She searched the surrounding crowd in surprise.
This voice was full of youthful vitality, completely different from Mu Yunbai's deep voice of a mature man.
"Tell him, no one wants this fifty yuan thing.
If he dares to use this garbage to blackmail you again, you will call the police."
While she was searching for the voice, the man continued
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