Chapter 5: In the ghost market

As night fell, Song Yun took a hot bath in a room in a hotel next to the antique market and came out wearing shorts.
"Cool!"
"It's so cool!"
Song Yun let out a sigh of relief. He came to Ninghua City for three months. He was doing manual work every day. He was sweaty. In order to save money, there was no fixed place to deal with it. He often dealt with it under the overpass or on the grass. One night, I used the green faucet to take a shower and wash clothes. I earned 150,000 yuan by picking up leaks. I was extravagant. I booked a room in a chain hotel one day and took a hot bath for more than an hour. , The exhaustion of the whole body disappeared immediately.
Song Yun walked to the window and opened the curtains to look out. There weren't many night scenes at the height of the seventh floor, but the lights were still brilliant and prosperous.
"It feels good to have money in your pocket!"
Song Yun couldn't help sighing that before doing odd jobs, he was exhausted every day. In order to fill his stomach and restlessness, he had no leisure time and no leisure to appreciate the surrounding night scene.
Song Yun thought for a while, changed his clothes, went out for a walk, found a small restaurant, ordered five dishes and one soup, and ate a meal before returning to the room to fall back to sleep. It will be there tomorrow. The plan, despite the power, despite the 150,000 yuan, is not the end. The next goal is to buy a house in this city. This is the one that takes root and must continue to work hard.
At three in the morning, Song Yun woke up, washed his face briefly, brushed one tooth, and took his old canvas bag back to the room and went directly into the antique market.
The boutique antique shop will naturally not open at this time, that is after nine o'clock.
Song Yun's goal is the antique market, especially the antique stalls. Yesterday, he has inquired clearly that there will be a ghost market opening at four in the morning.
The ghost market is a form of trading market unique to the collectors world. In ancient times, many tomb thieves or antiques from unknown origins could not be taken openly in antique shops to sell, only when the sky was dark. When I find a remote place to sell it, it will form a small-scale market-like thing over time. Because it’s still early and I can’t see the education of both parties, it feels like a group of ghosts buying and selling things. So people call such a place a ghost market, and it has developed to the present. The ghost market has long been different from before. It is a normal place for buying and selling antiques. The only thing reserved is time. It still starts when the sky is dark. .
Song Yun went around a few times, and soon arrived at the ghost market of the antique market. Looking ahead, good guy, there is a small stall next to a small stall in an area of ​​more than 5,000 square meters. It is impossible to tell how many people are crowded. It was full, everyone was holding a small torch in his hand, and there were beams of light shooting indiscriminately everywhere, and there were even many foreigners.
"It seems that the ghost market has become a tourist attraction!"
Song Yun shook his head, sighed, and squeezed into the crowd. He was not here for fun. He had a clear goal, just to see if he could miss it.
Song Yun stared at the small stalls on both sides as he walked, and after more than an hour passed, hundreds of stalls were seen, but nothing was gained.
Song Yun wiped his sweat and looked up at the sky. The sky was already bright.
Song Yun shook his head. The ghost market was a mixed bag of things, basically all fakes. Finding a real one is like finding a needle in a haystack. I originally thought it was as easy as drinking water to collect a leak with an ability. Still sad to climb to the sky, there is nothing good on the stall, even if I can see through the earth, I can't.
"Song Yun!"
Song Yungang was about to take a look at the next side street, a familiar voice came from behind him, and he looked back at Tang Miaomiao.
"Miss Tang, why are you here too?"
Song Yun smiled and walked over.
"Come around."
Tang Miaomiao said with a smile.
"I am idle and I am idle, I just come around, thinking about whether there will be any gains, the reality is too skinny, I have been around for more than an hour, and I found nothing."
Song Yun stretched out his hands helplessly.
Tang Miaomiao knew that Song Yun was definitely trying to find out what happened.
"Song Yun, the ghost market now is no longer the ghost market it used to be. It has long since changed its taste."
"I won’t talk about the ghost market in ancient times. It is full of good things. The ghost market of 20 or even 10 years ago was not bad. As long as you have good eyesight, you can find good things every few days. They are all handicrafts or fake things, and if you can encounter a high imitation, it is already burning high incense."
Tang Miaomiao couldn't help but start criticizing.
"Twenty years ago, antique collection just started. It was a golden age. As long as you have money, you can almost receive good things. Now it is different. If you have money, you can’t receive good things. Everyone is not a fool. We are waiting for appreciation. The key is that now everyone has money, or there are too many rich people. The prices of antiques are so high that they can’t buy them.

"A place like the ghost market is all fakes. They are expensive, Song Yun, don’t wander around in this place. It doesn’t make any sense. If you want to find a real thing, unless the sun comes out from the west, even Occasionally there are one or two, and the stall owner will also ask for a high price. These stalls have very poisonous eyes and are very observant. It is almost impossible to pick them up from them!"
Song Yun thought for a while and found that what Tang Miaomiao said was very reasonable.