Chapter 28 (2/2)

He knew that if he wanted to give money, the old man would definitely refuse to accept it. He would just give him some advantages in the future. Anyway, I will become a practitioner!

It's not a piece of cake for a practitioner to give a warrior a little benefit.

”It's Friday evening, Mr. Zhao. There's a junk market over there. May I accompany you to have a look? If you're lucky, you'll find fun. ”

Zhong Hongyang has a flattering smile on his face. Zhao Minghao looks like it's only half past four. He nodded and went with him.

The market is in a square, with more than ten acres. It's packed.

It's really second-hand goods. I can think of almost all of them here. Old books, old furniture, old appliances. Old appliances are the old radio, black and white TV or something. I don't know who wants these things.

”There are antique dealers over there. But not one in a thousand is true. Even if it's true, it's not precious. The price can still go up to the sky. Now people are smart. ”

Old man Zhong sighed

”Still good. You can find good things. Now it's not without a chance to pick up the leak. It's very little! ”

After a circle of broken copper, broken iron, rotten stone and rotten wood. Zhao Minghao feels very strange, that is, old man Zhong knows that he has gone to work in vain. Originally, I wanted to see if there was anything that interested Zhao Minghao.

As he was about to leave, Zhao Minghao stopped and squatted down. It's all stalls here.

Zhao Minghao reached out and picked up a purse that looked very new. It's the size of an egg with a dragon embroidered on it.

”How do you sell it?”

”This one.” The little boss is a little confused.

He doesn't even know when it's in his old books. But the offer will be:

”Give me a hundred dollars. It's hand embroidery. ”

The little boss wants to call this antique, that is, slap his own face. I don't see it's new. Only on the embroidery. Besides, beside this handsome guy, it's Zhong Hongyang, the boss of sibaozhai!

Zhao Minghao left 100 yuan to stand up and leave. Old man Zhong was in a hurry to follow.

Old man Zhong knew that there must be a reason why Zhao Minghao looked at a purse. But I can't remember what a good thing it is.

”Mr. Zhao, this purse is...” old man Zhong asked.

Now at the gate of sibaozhai, Zhao Minghao is ready to get on the bus and leave.

”Well, it's mine. I just don't know when I lost it. ” Zhao Minghao can only say so.

”Well. No wonder Mr. Zhao won't put it down in his hand. ” Old man Zhong began to laugh.

At the same time, old man Zhong also mended his brain. Some girl gave Zhao Minghao this purse. They don't know what's going on now, but Zhao Minghao lost the purse.

”Let's go and come back later. By the way, do you know where to sell raw jade here? Take me to see it next time you have time. ”

”OK, OK.”

Old man Zhong quickly agreed to come down and watched Zhao Minghao's car drive away. Then he came back to the shop.

”Haha, I made money this time. It's a storage bag. I found a storage bag! It only cost a hundred yuan, but I don't know what's in it? ” Zhao Minghao is full of hope.