Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

"Do you think I'm a fool?" The stall owner responded mercilessly after hearing this: "You two are in the same group!"

"If you really can't reach an agreement, just call the police directly." Lin Ran said.

At this moment, the stall owner and the three strong men surrounding him immediately surrounded him, looking like they were going to cause trouble.

Lin Ran did not give in, and said: "There are Panjiayuan rules for doing things in Panjiayuan. What you are selling is fake Hongxian porcelain. If you want compensation, you have to pay for it as a fake!"

The stall owner and the strong man obviously had no intention of paying attention to Lin Ran, but instead took the opportunity to surround him.

"We'll talk to you about compensation after we take care of him!"

The middle-aged woman turned pale with fright. She wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, but someone grabbed her arm and couldn't get away.

Just as they were about to take action, a cold voice came from the crowd and suddenly stopped them.

"stop."

Strange to say, the tone was obviously very calm, but the stall owner and the strong man stopped what they were doing and did not dare to touch Lin Ran again.

Lin Ran broke away from them and looked in the direction of the sound.

It turned out to be the stall owner who just sold him the tiles.

"This little brother still has good appraisal skills, don't try to fool him."

Without thinking too much, the stall owner replied without hesitation: "Yes."

Then he turned to look at Lin Ran, his eyes full of hostility.

But for some reason, he seemed to be particularly afraid of the stall owner just now, and said to the middle-aged woman: "You pay us 20 yuan and forget about it."

The middle-aged woman did not dare to shirk anymore in the face of the desperado. With a pale face, she took out two ten-dollar bills from her pocket and handed them over.

The stall owner picked up the broken bottle on the ground and handed it to her.

"Be careful in the future!"

After handing the bottle to the middle-aged woman, he turned back to his stall.

Lin Ran wanted to express his gratitude to the previous stall owner, but he had already disappeared into the crowd.

But it doesn’t matter. His stall is at the intersection. I’ll go back and express my gratitude to him.

The middle-aged woman no longer had the arrogant attitude she had during the day, and said to Lin Ran: "Little brother, thank you so much."

I helped her solve problems twice a day today. Even a hard-hearted person should be grateful.

Lin Ran just waved his hand and said, "If you really want to pick up the leaks, you'd better be careful and don't always damage other people's things."

It helps once or twice, but it won't last a lifetime. You'll have to ask for blessings next time.

The middle-aged woman obviously had something else to ask Lin Ran for, and he could probably guess that after seeing his ability to identify treasures, the middle-aged woman wanted him to help her pick up the missing items.

But this kind of thing has gone beyond the scope of Lin Ran helping others.

He quickly waved his hand and said: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. I can take care of myself from now on."

After saying that, he turned around and blended into the crowd.

The onlookers were just watching the fun, but now that the matter is resolved, they have to continue to pick up the leaks themselves.

Continue walking deeper into the ghost market

There is indeed a big difference in style from Panjiayuan during the day.

In Panjiayuan during the day, stall owners will shout softly to attract potential customers around them.

At night, these stall owners basically either sit in their seats and read books, or whisper to the customers next to the stalls in very low voices.

Inheriting the tradition of the ghost market, communication is maintained in a low voice.

In fact, he prefers this kind of environment, which is as low-key and restrained as antiques.

Lin Ran continued to look back along the surrounding stalls.

Perhaps because of his performance just now, the stall owner couldn't help but raise his head and stare at him after seeing him, as if he was sizing him up.

These people are probably from the same team.

If nothing else, the stall owner I met at the beginning should be their boss.

That being said, they should have a lot of good stuff at their stall.

Lin Ran came to a stall selling porcelain again. The stall owner was holding a book in his hand. He was reading a book just now. He was about 40 years old, with pitted face and dark skin.

It really fits Lin Ran's inherent impression of Tufuzi.

He was just sitting in the stall reading a book under the dim light.

But when he saw someone coming to his stall, he raised his head and took a look.

It turned out to be a young guy.

Rarely seen in the ghost market.

He waved the book, pointed at the items on the stall and said, "You choose it yourself. If you like something, ask for the price."

"But I don't bargain here."

The last sentence is exactly like a warning.

Such individual stall owners are rare in Panjiayuan, and ghost markets usually allow price bargaining.

Lin Ran ignored him and just glanced sideways at the goods on the stall.

No wonder the stall owner is so confident. At first glance, the goods on his stall are indeed of good quality.

Although the way of speaking was very strange, Lin Ran couldn't help but laugh.

As for bargaining, let's first see if there is any good porcelain here.

Lin Ran hunched over and began to look at the goods on the stall one by one.

The stall owner saw him picking things and did not disturb him. Instead, he picked up his book and started reading. He didn't seem to worry that Lin Ran would take the things and run away.

After a little selection, Lin Ran really saw something good.

He pointed to a piece of porcelain on the stall and asked, "Boss, how much does this cost?"

Do you really want to buy something?

The stall owner raised his head, glanced at the direction of his finger, and said directly: "Three hundred and five."

"So expensive?" Lin Ran was very surprised when he heard it.

It wasn't because the price given by the stall owner was very high, but because the price the stall owner said was exactly what he expected.

Looks like I've met an expert.

However, Lin Ran still wanted to confirm his thoughts and asked: "It's a bit expensive, what do you think of 300 yuan?"

The stall owner sneered and raised his head, looking directly at Lin Ran: "Little brother, did you not hear clearly what I just said?"

If he says he won’t counteroffer, he will never counteroffer.

He didn't bother to pay attention to the rule he wanted to break.

Lin Ran smiled and said: "The price is determined by the market. Why is your thing selling for 350? If you can give me a satisfactory reason, I will buy it."

The stall owner only said that he would not bargain, but did not say that he would not give a suitable reason.

He put down the book and looked at Lin Ran, "Ming Longquan kiln, jade pot and spring vase, is this reason enough?"

In Chinese ceramic culture, the Jade Huchun Ping was known as the "King of Porcelain" for some time.

It is derived from the kettle of the Tang Dynasty.

This jade pot spring bottle is about 25 centimeters high, with a round body and smooth polishing.

The base is slightly larger and slightly expanded, making it appear stable and majestic.

The entire bottle body is mainly blue and white, and it feels exquisite and delicate to the touch, which shows the exquisite craftsmanship.

The reason why no one took a fancy to it was probably because it was a bit deglazed.