Collecting rags and leaks live broadcast, making huge profit of 100,000 times at the beginning

"Damn, rob things on the street?

!" "Is there any royal law anymore

!" "That is, this young man doesn't talk about martial arts, and even the old comrades sneak attack!" "

I said, I'm not there, otherwise I have to teach this kid a lesson!" "Isn't

this our king always there?"

Yes, yes, Mr. Wang, go and help, otherwise that person will run away!"

netizens said indignantly in the live broadcast room, but Wang Heng laughed deafly and said, "Everyone, do you remember what I told you before dinner

?" "What did you say?"

Looking at Wang Heng's evil smile, netizens were blindsided.

Fortunately, Wang Heng didn't sell it, and said directly: "I said, there are a lot of routines in this line, and this pair of young and old is also in the whole routine, and it is also a serial set, as long as you step forward, you will definitely be unlucky!"

This is also a routine?"

"I'll go, this performance is really good!" "

Okay, it's thanks to me that I'm not there, otherwise I'll lose a lot of money."

"What does the serial set mean, Mr. Wang, explain it to us."

Wang Heng wiped his mouth, drank a sip of water, lowered his voice and said: "I'll make a long story short, think about it, you go up to help, if the old man's beads are scattered, do you have to pay for things? The young man was beaten by you, lying on the ground and crying out in pain, you still have to pay for the medical expenses? If the old man comes out in a hurry, you will have a bigger problem."

After speaking, Wang Heng pedaled a tricycle and left this place of right and wrong.

The netizens in the live broadcast room also slowed down for a long time before they suddenly realized.

"Damn, this street is full of routines, it's really dangerous!"

"I'm scared when I think about it, but it's good that I don't go to these places." "

Good people can't do it these days~"

As the old saying goes, when a show meets a soldier, it can't be explained.

At a time when public opinion trumps truth, a sentence of 'you were fine before you came, you broke it' is enough to push the matter backwards.

The key is that those passers-by who watch the play will be led astray by this sentence, which is the most terrifying.

Crunch~

After Wang Heng pedaled the tricycle for a long time, he stopped at the edge of a stall.

The stall owner, wearing a hat and looking like an old peasant, sat on a small pony and leaned against the wall, with many clay pots of different sizes scattered in front of him.

When I saw someone coming, I immediately put on a simple smile, which made people feel cordial.

Wang Heng smiled politely at this and didn't say anything.

More than eighty percent of the uncles who set up stalls in the thrift market and antique street are dressed up as old farmers, in order to make people look at it with relief.

As for the smile on your face, you won't feel kind when you're slaughtered.

"I'll see.

Wang Heng said, squatted down, picked up a small jar casually, and lit up.

"Young man, good eyesight, this is a clay pot in your hand in the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is something used by the chief of the Changchun Ziqiu!" The

old farmer introduced with a smile, and Wang Heng also looked at the bottom of the jar very cooperatively, but saw the five words 'Quanzhen Changchunzi' engraved in small letters.

"Quan Zhen Changzi, is this really Qiu Chuji's use?"

"Fool, didn't you see Mr. Wang's signature smile, this must be fake." "

It makes sense, the things of the Southern Song Dynasty are still so legible, which is very unreasonable.

Wang Heng didn't say anything and put the crockpot back.

He continued to pick and choose at the stall until he had exhausted the stall owner's patience, then picked out a crockpot the size of a noodle bowl and asked, "How do you sell this jar?" Don't tell me that it is from the Southern Song Dynasty. The

smile on the stall owner's face faded, and he said unkindly: "One hundred thousand, if you don't buy it, you can leave."

Wang Heng smiled indifferently, and put the crockpot back in the angry eyes of the stall owner.

Then he came to the stall selling bronze ware on the other side, and said to the stall owner: "Uncle, you are not careful about these imitations, they are very fake, and the layman can see it, how about selling it to me for 2 yuan a catty?" The stall owner

frowned and reprimanded angrily: "Where did you come from to pick up rags, if you don't buy something, get out quickly, don't come to disturb my business." At

this time, Wang Heng was like a rat crossing the street in their eyes.

However, Wang Heng was not angry, he just looked at the ornament around the uncle's neck with a smile: "Then if I want to buy the one on your neck, will you sell it?" "Don't sell

it!"

When the uncle heard this, he protected the ornament on his neck, and his face was fierce.

It seems that this is something extremely precious to him.

But Wang Heng continued to chase as if he couldn't understand people's faces: "Uncle, I am sincerely buying something, the price is easy to say, and it is useless to keep this thing, you can sell it to me for a good price."

"Fuck off, do you know what this thing is? You just give a sky-high price, and Lao Tzu doesn't sell it!" The

old man was already blushing at this time, and his fists were clenched.

It seems that as long as Wang Heng continues to speak, he can't help but hurt people.

Wang Heng stood up without changing his face and patted his trouser leg: "Okay, a gentleman doesn't take advantage of others, but I have to remind you, uncle, Wenjiang Chen's family is long gone."

"Stop!" The

uncle scolded angrily and asked, "How do you know that my surname

is Chen?" Wang Heng smiled faintly and said: "What you have hanging around your neck is the key to the underground secret room of the Chen family's compound, if you take out those treasures and sell them, you may be able to sell them for a good price." "

Are you an expert?"

Seeing Wang Heng say the purpose of the ornament around his neck, the uncle's face suddenly became unnatural.

But Wang Heng didn't answer him directly, just turned around and walked back to the stall of the crockpot, and said while picking and choosing: "The descendants of Hanlin Chen Zongdian, in order to make money, they actually set up a stall to do business, as long as your ancestors know, I am afraid that they will be able to crawl out of the grave angrily."

At

this time, Wang Heng had already become the focus of everyone's eyes.

But he didn't care, he just picked up a few crockpots by himself

, and said to the stall owner: "Can you sell it for 50 yuan?" "Don't sell it!" These are all treasures of the Tang Dynasty, and one is at least 2 million!"

The stall owner also saw that Wang Heng was an expert, thinking that Wang Heng wanted to pick up leaks in his stall, and immediately opened his mouth.

But unexpectedly, Wang Heng put the jars back in their original places, pouted and said, "It's boring, a bunch of garbage still dares to make this offer, it's so thick-skinned." "

You!" the

stall owner was so angry that he almost hit someone.

Now Wang Heng has become an expert in the eyes of everyone, and his words of garbage have directly turned the entire stall into worthless.

Wang Heng indifferently raised two fingers: "2 yuan a catty, sell it and I will accept it!" The

stall owner stomped angrily, knowing that he couldn't get out of this pair of crockpots, he clenched his fists and said, "Sell!"