Chapter 47: Enemies Meet Again
Zhang Shengyan was obviously a normal person, and Zhang Dadao's tricks didn't work at all. The guy turned around and left. When Wu Datou heard that Zhang Shengyan had left, he was still saying bad things, and he grabbed his arm and pretended to go forward to fight. Zhang Dadao didn't even move, so he stepped back awkwardly and whispered: "This bastard, if I didn't need to do anything, I would have beaten him up!"
Zhang Dadao didn't even raise his eyebrows and said, "Let's go? Have you seen everything here? Forget about beating him, I can't drive." After Zhang Dadao finished speaking, he turned around and left. Wu Datou was stunned for a moment, then chased after him with a frustrated look on his face.
The two got in the car again. Wu Datou said as he drove, "Brother Zhang, don't think I'm bragging. I'm a tough guy back home! You see that guy is big, but when we fight, it depends on who's tougher! That guy looks like a rich man, can he risk his life with me? It's because you're here, I'm afraid of hurting a gentleman like you!"
"Yeah!" Zhang Dadao agreed insincerely, but his eyes were fixed on the road outside, fearing that he would get too close to the Seventh Hospital. The car drove out again, and it was past the morning rush hour. It didn't take long for them to reach Erbaida. Zhang Dadao breathed a sigh of relief, as they were not too close to the Seventh Hospital. Zhang Dadao took his things and followed Wu Datou without any intention of helping him.
After a while, they went around to the back of a building. Zhang Dadao was a little shocked when he arrived here. Wow, this Erbai Da is much more lively than Wu's house. Not only are there a lot of people, but the stalls are also neatly arranged, with all kinds of things. Compared with the animation festival yesterday, although the place is smaller, the crowd density is not much different.
Wu Datou walked from behind the stall and soon reached an open space. He shouted for people to make way before he put down a tarp. Then he took out a stool and put it down. He said to Zhang Dadao, "Brother Zhang, you watch the place first. I'll go back to get the things. I'll also have to go to the management office to get a permit."
Zhang Dadao nodded without comment, and waited until Wu Datou left before he took out his own cushion and put it down, sitting cross-legged on it, and then placed the fortune stick tube on the rain cloth in front of him. When the Taobao people outside saw that there was a new stall, they all gathered here, and some asked curiously: "Is this boss interesting? Is he a Taoist priest? Boss, what are you selling? Consecrated jade?"
Zhang Dadao shook his head and said, "The big guy who just left is an antique dealer. I know his elders and came here to see what's going on."
The nosy middle-aged man asked again: "Will you sell this fortune stick? Can I buy it?" This guy was eyeing Zhang Dadao for a meal. Zhang Dadao's fortune stick was stolen from Baopu Taoist Temple. It was carved from solid wood. It was simple and elegant. The "Five Thousand Words" was engraved on it. Every word was clear and elegant. There was a layer of patina from incense and playing with it. It was warm and natural. It was an old item at first glance. Although it was not made by a famous artist, it was still a good thing.
Although Zhang Dadao didn't know how much this thing was worth, there was no reason to sell it. He just shook his head and said, "No, it's a thing for eating! If you are fortune-telling, there will be no problem with it. The interpretation is fifty-one times!"
"Oh?" The middle-aged man was startled, then smiled and said, "I've seen something new! Someone is here to tell fortunes? Fifty-one times? Did Su Dongpo use this thing? You're charging me for it after using it once?"
Someone nearby joked, "Why are you talking nonsense if you don't calculate it? Maybe the Taoist priest has gone crazy because of poverty."
"Make way, make way!" Wu Datou, holding a box, pushed through the crowd and came over. When he saw Zhang Dadao's posture, he was also stunned. While putting down the box and setting up the stall, he said, "Uncle, what are you doing now?"
The people watching the fun said, "Hey, the boss is finally here. What exactly are you selling? Why are you bringing a fortune teller? You can't sell this little Taoist priest either? We don't sell human beings here."
Wu Datou listened to the chatter of the people around him and finally understood the general situation. However, people in the antique business generally don't talk much. He just smiled and sat down and said, "Everyone, the things are on the stall, please take a look! They are all genuine old items. What does my friend do? You can make your own decisions. If you believe it, try it. If you don't believe it, we won't force you, right?"
After these words were spoken, the onlookers lost interest and most of them dispersed. A few of them squatted in front of the stall and looked at the things that Wu Datou displayed one by one.
Wu Datou carefully observed the people in front of the stalls, while Zhang Dadao rolled his eyes and pretended to be a mascot in the stall. Zhang Dadao made a lot of money yesterday, and his desire for money has decreased a lot. After so many years in the Seventh Hospital, he has no concept of money. The reason why he worked so hard yesterday was nothing more than being frightened by Old Man Han, and the concept of "wealth, love, law, and land" was at work.
Since Zhang Dadao didn't make trouble, Wu Datou was happy to do business. Whenever he saw someone was interested in something, he would go up to them and try to deceive them.
"This? This is an old item, a genuine Qing Dynasty imitation of Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain. I'm not kidding you that this is something from the Ming Dynasty. You can tell from the inscription on the bottom that it's an imitation from the Qing Dynasty. But it's also an old item, isn't it?"
"That? This is ancient jade unearthed, Han jade! It's 200 each, you can choose it yourself. The quality of the jade is a bit poor, otherwise don't ask for less than 2,000."
Wu Datou kept on selling things, but still didn't sell anything big. However, an old man took away a few copper coins at five yuan each. This place was full of stalls, and everyone knew the principle of looking more and buying less. In addition, there were many low-quality counterfeits on the two rows of stalls, so few people would be fooled by Wu Datou's trickery.
Wu Datou fooled people for a while, but to no avail. He also realized that this place was mostly populated by locals. If he really wanted to fool people, he had to fool tourists. Unfortunately, he couldn't set up a stall in Hefang Street and Wu's residence where there were many tourists. Zhang Dadao was "traveling in spirit" here, and except for some people who looked at him curiously, no one paid any attention to him.
He was just a young man in strange clothes, and compared to the imitation jade burial garment on the opposite stall, he was much more interesting. Wu Datou spent a lot of time talking, but he didn't even get the venue fee back. He was a little discouraged. Seeing that the time was almost up, he asked Zhang Dadao: "Brother Dao, it's almost time for dinner. How about we eat first?"
Zhang Dadao finally came to his senses and felt a little hungry. Just as he was about to nod, he heard two voices calling out, "Huh? Why are you two here? Isn't this Sicheng? So you two are traffickers?"
"Ah? A fraud Taoist priest?"
Zhang Dadao was stunned, and when he looked up, he was also stunned? The two people in front of him were familiar faces, one was Zhang Shengyan from Nanjing, whom he had just met this morning, and the other was a black-silk fox lady who was teased by him yesterday. Even though Zhang Dadao's brain was a little abnormal, he secretly thought: "Isn't it true that enemies will always meet? Is God forcing me to cheat them?"
