MTL - Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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Brunei Street is as lively as ever, sipping around the stalls, and the ground is full of all kinds of novelty. Some of them know that they are counterfeit and shoddy products, while others deliberately do the old, stain with dirt, and then the guests say It is an ancient object that came out of the soil, and of course, it is not ruled out that there will be an authentic product.

This has to test people's eyesight.

Yang Zimei remembered that there was a sensational leaking incident once, saying that an old man spent 300 yuan on a stall to buy a blue and white porcelain. As a result, it was a rare and rare Yuan blue and white flower, worth millions, so It also caused a burst of crazy antiquities, understand, don't understand, want to try their luck.

Yang Zimei also wanted to try her luck, but unfortunately she did not even have the cost of buying fakes before.

Now she has three hundred dollars in her pocket to see if she has that luck.

She searched at the stalls one by one to see if anything could be seen in her eyes.

Unfortunately, she didn't know anything about antiques. No matter what she looked at, she felt like it was real, and it seemed to be fake.

Until a stall set up by a middle-aged man, she found that in the pile of dark objects, something suddenly glowed slightly.

Feeling weird, she reached for her glowing object.

The stall owner saw her as a five-year-old girl, stopped her, and yelled, "Little sister, don't mess around, what about your parents?"

"Uh ... my parents are over there." Yang Zimei lied with a couple not far away.

"Go, go to your parents, don't disturb my things, these things are antiques." The stall owner waved impatiently.

When Yang Zimei saw the shiny object, a small hemp wreath, bronze and gold, was still stained with some old mud.

Why does this hemp wreath shine, there is no light source on it.

She was puzzled, and became interested in it, asking the owner: "How much is this hemp wreath?"

"Little sister, do you like it, call your parents, and I'll talk to them about the price." The stall owner saw that the business was coming, and he couldn't care about Yang Zimei's young age.

"You and I have negotiated the price. I have money for the New Year. If you tell them, they will not buy it." Yang Zimei said.

"How much money do you have?"

"You don't care how much my New Year's money, you tell me how much it will cost."

If other people want to buy this hemp wreath, the stall owner will definitely blow the ceiling, saying that it is an antiquities unearthed in a certain period, etc., but now, facing a five-year-old child, he blows no more It ’s not as good as it is. He bought the hemp wreath for five dollars anyway, to see if this little girl can flicker for a few more dollars, so he mysteriously stretched out a finger, “Little sister, I ’m an antique. Uncle sees you like it, so I sold it to you at a loss. Do you have a hundred dollars? "

Obviously cheating children! Someone next to him looked at him with contempt.

"It's too expensive. I thought it was ten dollars at the most." Yang Zimei shouted deliberately. "I just bought a good-looking toy yesterday, and it was only five dollars. You're a broken and old iron hoop. For so much money, uncles don't think that children are easy to cheat, then I won't buy it, hum. "

When I saw people around me looking at me with scorn, the stall owner felt that his mental capacity was a bit poor, and he couldn't hold his face, anyway, he also made more money for ten dollars, and he was in a hurry with a loss. Well, ten is ten. For your love, I've lost it for you. "

"You can buy a lot of candy for ten yuan, five yuan, uncle, okay?" Yang Zimei blinked at the stall owner with extremely "naive and innocent" eyes.

Seeing her eyes, the owner feels that if he does not sell it to her, it is a sin. Forget it, it is not worth anyway, and five is five.

"Five pieces for you!" The stall owner shoved a hemp wreath into Yang Zimei's hands, and said uneasily.

"Thank you Uncle." Yang Zimei smiled and took out five dollars, took the hemp wreath away, and repeatedly searched for where it was shining, but couldn't find anything.

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