ouldn't that earn me forty thousand yuan”In the evening, I went to Xizhan Station and was tricked by a middle-aged woman into staying at a small inn. The price was 60 yuan per night.After moving in, t...C dragged his suitcase into the market from the north gate. The first thing I saw was the greenhouse area, wow, it was Saturday that day, and it was definitely a scene of crowds.
The collection includes Vajra Bodhi, beeswax jasper stones, porcelain miscellaneous items, jade jewelry, bronze weaponry, stone carvings, embroidery and calligraphy. It truly has everything, opening my eyes and leaving me dazzled.
Of course, most of them are fake. There are very few genuine products at the market stalls.
"As I thought to myself, 'Everything here is fake. My things are genuine antiques that should sell quickly.'"
I saw an empty stall in the shed, so I got ready to take out some things to set up shop.
"Hey, what are you doing" a bald vendor next to me stopped me.
"Setting up a stall, eh" I said.
"Setting up a stall Is this your stall You just set it up Get lost, kid. Scram!"
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I gritted my teeth and said, "I'll set up a stall here. Is this your stall I'll pay you. How much do you want"
The bald man's eyes darted around, and he quickly smiled and said, "One hundred bucks, give me one hundred bucks and just move out of the way."
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"What! One hundred dollars!"
"How so expensive!"
He squinted and said, "At this price, if you don't buy it, get lost quickly and don't block my business."
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I only have less than a hundred dollars left in my pocket. I gritted my teeth and after some bargaining, I gave him ninety.
Now I only have three dollars left.
The bald man, after receiving the money, kept smiling.
I hadn't expected this; the moment I set up my stall and had only half my goods arranged, the loudspeaker in the antique market started blaring.
To all shoppers and merchants,The Panjia Yuan Antique Market has reached closing time. Please take your belongings and leave the market in an orderly manner. Wishing you a pleasant shopping experience and prosperous business!
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As soon as the horn sounded, all the vendors around began packing up their stalls.
I was dumbfounded at the time, I hadn't even had a chance to...
I angrily told the bald man, "Give me back my money. The market is about to close and I haven't even started setting up."
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"Spit!" the bald man spat, glaring at me. "Why didn't you set it up You already inflated your canvas! This counts as setting it up! No refunds!"
My eyes turned red, and I got angry. At that moment, I grabbed his arm tightly and shouted at him to return my money.
"You little punk!" He kicked me hard in the stomach.
I was only 16 at the time, how could I have beaten him The pain was so bad I couldn't even stand straight.
Fewer and fewer people are around. Everyone has packed up their stalls and pulled away their tricycles. Even the guy who kicked me in the head is gone.
In the depths of winter, though Beijing isn't as cold as Mohe, it still gets pretty chilly at night.
The market security guard, with a large dog on a leash, saw that I was closing up slowly and kept urging me on. He said that if I was late, I would be fined.
The days are short and the nights are long. By the time I dragged my suitcase out of the market, it was dark. I was cold and hungry, with only three dollars to my name.
I sat on a bench for half an hour and I heard that there's an internet cafe near Huaiwei Bridge West, about two kilometers away.
I dragged my suitcase over there, and when I got to the internet cafe, I found out that even the cheapest machine for an all-night session cost ten bucks, which was more than I had.
The idea of living in an internet cafe has also been dashed.
It was freezing outside, I couldn't stand it, so I grabbed my suitcase and hid in an ATM booth.
Sometimes people come in to withdraw money, and they all look at me with strange eyes.
The floor was cold, and I was too uncomfortable to sleep. So I put on my woolen hat and huddled up against the wall.
After two or three hours, in a hazy state, someone patted me.
I looked up and saw that it was a woman in her fifties. She was holding a small white dog, probably a resident from the neighborhood near Jin Song.
"Hey young man, it's so cold out here, why are you sleeping on the street"
"I just bought two scallion pancakes, they're still hot. If you don't mind, have some. Here you go," the old woman shook her head and placed the plastic bag on the red metal box that held a fire extinguisher.
The old lady left something behind and walked away. My stomach was rumbling with hunger, but in the end, I still took the plastic bag.
Scallion pancakes are dry, crispy, and fragrant pastries coated with sesame seeds.
As I was eating, I started to cry.
"Could it be that we just give up"
"Wouldn't it be even worse if we went back, and they looked down on us even more"
"No, I won't," I kept telling myself, "Xiang Yunfeng, you will definitely become rich."
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At eight in the morning, I came to Panjia Garden again. Since I didn't have money to pay the stall fee, I could only pull my box around and around, looking for someone who was looking at porcelain. Whenever I saw someone looking at the porcelain, I would go up and ask, "Brother, would you like to take a look at my porcelain They are all old, and if the price is right, they can be sold."
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The loudspeaker in the market blared again.
Dear visitors, please be careful of illegal vendors following you. Please look after your belongings to avoid being cheated.
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As soon as I put out the megaphone, this person's eyes changed, and they ran away hurriedly.
I asked several people in a row, and they all thought I was a criminal or a scammer.
Then, with a try-it-out attitude, I walked into an antique shop. I asked the shopkeeper if they buy porcelain.
The shop owner said nonchalantly, "What is it Show me."
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My heart leaped with joy. I immediately laid the suitcase flat and opened it.
"Well, these things aren't very good. They're all old. How much do you plan on selling this pair of Qing late-period blue and white bottles for" The boss pointed to a pair of bottles inside the box.
I swallowed nervously and said cautiously, "Could I possibly get a pair of Qing dynasty ones... for eight hundred"
"What the heck Eight hundred" The boss's eyes widened. "I'll give you a maximum of one hundred and fifty, will you sell it"
"A pair for only one hundred and five" I felt a chill run down my spine.
I came all the way from the mountains, enduring freezing temperatures and hunger for over 2,000 kilometers on a hard-seat train. It cost me almost 100 yuan!
Only earned fifty dollars
I was so angry that my face turned red. I immediately started packing up. When the boss saw I was leaving, he quickly said, "Hey, don't worry! If it's really not working out, I can give you an extra twenty. How about one hundred and seventy"
Despite holding back from reacting, I thought my offer was reasonable, but I was instead met with such an insult.
"Keep your twenty dollars, spend it on yourself!"
When someone is angry, they can't hear anything you say. Young people have even hotter tempers. I didn't care and just grabbed my suitcase and walked out of the store.
I haven't given up. I was going to set up a stall outside the market, but when I went out, I saw that the urban management was confiscating goods. Several people who were selling counterfeit goods guerilla-style had their stuff seized.
I was so scared that I immediately dismissed the idea.
There is always a way for determined people.
Just when I was at my wit's end, I met an old man. The old man said, "Young man, Panjiayuan is very crowded on the sixth day, and the stalls are expensive. You can try Baiguo Temple, I heard that the stalls there don't cost anything."
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Hearing this good news, I was overjoyed and immediately grabbed my box to rush to Guanghangmen's Baoguo Temple.
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