After leaving Professor Lu's house, Lin Xuerou asked Xu Yun several times why he was in such a hurry, but Xu Yun did not give her a direct answer. He didn't want Lin Xuerou, who was such an upright old professor, to suddenly become a bad example. Without concrete evidence, Xu Yun would never speak carelessly.
What do you want to ask Professor Lu? Why does he look so pale? Before Lin Xuerou left, she also found that something was wrong. In the past, Professor Lu would politely ask her to stay for a while when she left. However, this time, he did not say anything and just said goodbye very plainly.
Xu Yun took a deep breath and said, "If even you can see it, then it means that there must be something wrong with my question."
What do you mean by that? " Lin Xuerou was confused by Xu Yun. She did not understand what Xu Yun meant at all. What did he mean by there must be something wrong with his question? If there was no problem, why did he ask?
Xu Yun shrugged and said, "There are some things that even I don't know, and I really can't explain it to you." I believe that Professor Lu is a good person, but I'm worried that he will be used by others. By the way, does Professor Lu often contact people outside of the campus outside of school? "
What are you doing? What's wrong with Professor Lu? Didn't you say that you wanted to discuss academic problems with him? Why are you suddenly concerned about him? Lin Xuerou said, "I don't care. If you don't tell me clearly, I won't answer you."
Xu Yun sighed helplessly and said, "Then there's nothing I can do, because I really can't explain it to you."
Lin Xuerou was speechless. "Tsk, so stingy. You won't tell me anything." In fact, Professor Lu rarely communicates with people outside of school. If there's someone outside of school who contacts him the most frequently, it's probably only his son, but his son hasn't been home for two years... "
Two years … Xu Yun sucked in a breath of cold air. Yuan Bo and the others' home had been occupied for two years.
Perhaps there were many coincidences in the world. Xu Yun could only hope that this was the case.
Seeing that Xu Yun stopped talking and began to daydream about other things, Lin Xuerou also ignored him in a fit of pique. On the way home, Lin Xuerou didn't ask anything, and Xu Yun didn't seem to have any intention of saying anything. Lin Xuerou became even angrier. She simply went back to her room and closed the door, ignoring Xu Yun.
By the time Xu Yun reacted, Lin Xuerou had already returned to her room. He really did not know how he had offended this young miss. Lin Shihai wasn't at home today either. Because the Level One Combat Alert had been lifted, he was busy organizing a furniture and building materials group purchase in a city near Yanjing. He probably wouldn't be home for the next two or three days.
After returning to his room and taking a shower, Xu Yun began to meditate on the bed. He breathed in and out to adjust his state of mind and meridians. After experiencing the baptism of Yu Meiren in the Dragon Brigade, Xu Yun seemed much more relaxed. The internal force that restrained him had dissipated, and everything about him was very smooth. What Xu Yun didn't expect was that after he released the internal force of Extreme Yang Boy, his internal force would actually make a breakthrough.
It was reasonable to say that Xu Yun hadn't seen Guoguo for a long time. Why was his state of mind still able to maintain a rapid growth process? After a few guesses, Xu Yun finally determined that the growth of his skills was because the external force blocked by Extreme Yang Boy's internal force was no longer obstructed, so his state of mind and strength had improved by leaps and bounds.
After three cycles of Qi circulation, Xu Yun went to bed early. He had to get up early the next morning. Since he had promised Yuan Bo to help him, Xu Yun had to do something.
… …
At three or four o 'clock in the morning the next day, Xu Yun went east along the West Third Ring Road. The sky was still dark, and the neon lights flickered. When he arrived at the southwest side of Pan Garden Bridge, he saw the crowded Pan Garden Old Goods Market in the night. This was the nationally famous Ghost Market of Pan Garden. This Ghost Market referred to the opening hours of the market. In the past, Yan Jing's Ghost Market was also called the Night Market, or the Dawn Market.
In the past, the Night Market referred to the latter half of the night, with dawn as the limit. At dawn, the stalls would close. The common people called it the business of selling stalls in the middle of the night. For example, the Eastern Dawn Market outside Chongwen Gate, the Night Market outside Xuanwu Gate, and the Dawn Market outside Desheng Gate. The Ghost Market of Pan Garden belonged to the old Yan Jing's Ghost Market. It opened at three or four o 'clock in the morning, and there were a lot of people.
Speaking of the reason for the rise of the Ghost Market, it had to be said that the late Qing Dynasty was about to fall into a turbulent era. At that time, even the Emperor couldn't protect them, let alone the officials. Many of the Qing Dynasty's nobles and rich people had no way to make ends meet after their families fell. They could only rely on selling the family property left behind by their ancestors to eke out a living.
But in the end, they had been prominent for a time. How could they put down their airs and lose face? Therefore, taking advantage of the half-light before dawn, they took antiques and secretly set up stalls on the street to sell them. Not only did they avoid acquaintances, but they also made a deal. Yan Jing was the Imperial City. In the past, it was the place where bureaucratic aristocratic families gathered. Now, there were many ruined nobles. Over time, it followed the tradition and became a Ghost Market.
At that time, the sky wasn't bright and there were no electric lights. It was pitch-black. The poor used flint stones, the rich carried lanterns. Under the dim flickering lighting equipment, shadows shuttled back and forth, drifting erratically. There weren't any ghosts, but the ghost aura was there first. In addition, there were many thieves who came here to sell some things that couldn't see the light of day. There were also counterfeiters who took advantage of the chaos to peddle some fake goods. Both sides were sneaky. No matter what, it couldn't be separated from the word 'ghost'.
Therefore, this Ghost Market was still called the Ghost Market until now.
To tell the truth, this was Xu Yun's first time coming to the Panjiayuan Old Goods Market. He didn't come here because he was in the mood to look for antiques. He simply came to look for people.
As soon as he entered the Panjiayuan Old Goods Market, Xu Yun was instantly infected by the atmosphere here. Although it was early in the morning, it was extraordinarily lively. There was an endless stream of people searching for treasures in the Ghost Market. Many people were holding flashlights and cloth bags. At first glance, one could tell that they were addicted to collecting. Because the truly knowledgeable buyers generally appeared in the Panjiayuan Old Goods Market, it was very rare for them to appear during the day.
During the day, many of the stalls in the Panjiayuan Old Goods Market were empty. Most of the sellers were sitting and chatting. When they saw the buyers, they were also indifferent. There weren't many transactions. The stalls in the market and the regular customers who often came in and out of the market all understood in their hearts that the Panjiayuan Old Goods Market was the Ghost Market in the early morning, when the sky wasn't bright yet.
Because the waters of the antique trade were too deep, most of the items that were displayed during the day were mostly worthless items. If one wanted to find something good, it could only be realized in the Ghost Market. During the day, the majority of the items displayed by the stalls were high quality fakes. The people who bought them were mostly people who didn't know the trade. Only in the Ghost Market would the stalls bring out the real goods. And the people who came here to search for treasures were also experts. Therefore, the items could be sold at a high price.
Therefore, Xu Yun came to look for someone at this time. Otherwise, he really didn't know where to find Ma San-er.
Because there were too many people in this place, and it was Xu Yun's first time coming here, it was especially strenuous to inquire. What's more, at this time, they were all doing business. When the majority of the stalls heard that Xu Yun was inquiring about someone, they immediately ignored him. Therefore, for Xu Yun to find Ma San-er in this Ghost Market, it was as difficult as going into the river to catch shrimp.
But in the end, hard work paid off. Xu Yun finally saw Ma San 'er, who was busy in full swing, in a corner.
Hey, if you want a real treasure, then you have to be willing to pay the price. You can ask around. My Panjiayuan Old Goods Market, Ma San-er's hands, when has there ever been a deceptive fake. Ma San-er held a goblet in his hand and said to a customer wearing a hat in front of the stall, "Yuan Dynasty's Jing Dezhen colored porcelain goblet engraved with inscriptions! Let me tell you, it's not easy to get this thing. If you really know the goods, then name a real price. I don't want to make money, I just want to make friends from all over the world. "
I want this thing. Xu Yun, who suddenly appeared behind Ma San-er, snatched the goblet from Ma San-er's hand and said, "You name a price."
Ma San-er was startled. After all, the person who appeared behind him didn't understand the rules. If he accidentally scared him and broke these treasures, wouldn't it be a fraud?! Just as Ma San-er turned his head and was about to scold him, Xu Yun faintly smiled. At that time, Ma San-er was so excited that he almost peed in his pants.
Oh my god, why is it you! Ma San-er's face turned white.
At the very least, doing business should pay attention to first come, first served, right?! Seeing this, the customer wearing a hat became anxious: I saw this thing first, of course you have to sell it to me! I'll pay three hundred thousand! "
When Ma San-er saw Xu Yun, he knew that nothing good was going to happen. How could he still be in the mood to sell goods?
However, Xu Yun was not ambiguous. He directly said to the customer wearing a hat, "I'll pay six hundred thousand."
It's over … Ma San cried in his heart. Originally, he was hoping that this Yuan Dynasty Jingdezhen colored porcelain goblet could be sold for five hundred thousand to open the market. Now, with Xu Yun's interference, there was definitely no hope. Anyone who knew the trade wouldn't pay more than five hundred thousand, right? After all, this thing had a slight flaw. Although ordinary people couldn't see it, as an antique expert, Ma San-er thought that this thing was worth five hundred thousand at most.
Unexpectedly, under Xu Yun's coercion, the customer wearing a hat stretched out his thumb and forefinger and said to Ma San-er, "I'll pay eight hundred thousand!"
Xu Yun clicked his tongue twice and handed the Yuan Dynasty Jingdezhen colored porcelain goblet back to Ma San-er, "It seems that this treasure still doesn't belong to me."
Ma San-er never thought that because of Xu Yun's interference, this Yuan Dynasty Jingdezhen colored porcelain goblet would be sold for three hundred thousand more than his estimated value! This was really good luck to pick up money early in the morning. Ma San-er didn't dare to greet Xu Yun. Xu Yun also knew that if someone said that he was an actor, he didn't say anything and just continued to wander around nearby.
Ma San-er knew that since he was seen, he definitely couldn't run away. He obediently continued to do his own business.
Soon, it was six o 'clock. Xu Yun saw that the stalls in the Panjiayuan market were basically full, and the merchants who were late could only wait for the other merchants to withdraw their stalls. Many people were holding a small flashlight and carefully studying the items. Some people carefully looked for about half an hour and then began to casually haggle. Once the deal was done, they immediately put the treasure into the cloth bag.
As time went by, Panjiayuan Ghost Market was already crowded with people, so crowded that not even a drop of water could trickle through. Around eight o 'clock, the sky was bright and the ghost aura had dispersed. The Ghost Market was basically over. Although the Ghost Market was over, Panjiayuan was still lively. All kinds of antique furniture, the four treasures of the study, coins, clothing, masks, historical relics, ancient books and paintings filled the entire market. All kinds of antique transactions were still going on, and all kinds of sad and happy stories were still happening.
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