When Lin Yi rushed over, he saw that the book stall was already surrounded by people. The stall owner who sold the books wore a thick gold necklace on his neck and beads on his wrist. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a street stall, but he looked like a big boss who was used to big business.

"The book dealers in Jinling are indeed different from those in small places." Lin Yi secretly exclaimed.

The stall owner took the sack and shook the sack open and poured it on the stall like a pond owner feeding fish. He immediately rushed over, and the bookworms and bookworms rushed up, like fish snatching fish food.

Looking at the mysterious Tao Shukes, they all remained silent, and seemed to have not taken this sack of old books to heart.

Lin Yi couldn't help but be surprised. Could it be that they were still waiting for an opportunity? There is something better for this stall owner?

At this moment, the bookworms were already holding their arms and holding their hands, and they were almost holding their mouths. Lin Yi looked at them and they were all big street goods, such as the "Three Hundred New Translations of Tang Poems" from Shanghai ancient books, the "Appreciation of Three Hundred Song Poems" from People's Publishing House, and the "Selected Notes on Yuan Poems" from Zhongzhou Ancient Books Publishing House in 1992, etc. These books are at most five or six yuan per book on street stalls. The print volume is large, and it is OK to see, but it has no collection value.

As for the books that those book lovers are catching, the grade is slightly higher. One of them captured the Shaanxi Publishing House's "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" with a hardcover and red cover, which looks very good; the other one grabbed a 1982 Agricultural Publishing House's hardcover "Qimin Yaoshu Interpretation", which Lin Yicai has one, which is now worth about 80 yuan.

Those bookkeepers with advanced knowledge were still watching the excitement, and Lin Yi just watched the bookworms and book zombies snatching those old books. He was out of the matter and felt a sense of condescending emotion: Isn’t this the same thing in the past?

The stall owner poured three sacks of old books in a row, and then shouted, "Old customers have come here to take a look. There are not many good goods this time, are you satisfied with it?"

Sure enough, there is another world.

The stall owner moved out a thick cardboard box from the tricycle, then opened it gently as if a baby was looking, and took out stacks of old books wrapped in transparent plastic bags from it.

Lin Yi's eyes were sharp-eyed, and immediately saw a set of four-volume hardcover books. The name turned out to be "Shushitongkao School Notes"!

Lin Yi was deeply impressed by this set of books because he had read them in "Tao Shu Notes".

"Study and Examination" Agricultural Press has one edition and one print, 4 hardcover volumes, 512 illustrations, and only 600-800 sets were printed. Because the publication time was different, it was extremely difficult to get one set.

Volume 1, one edition and one print in 1991, with 815 prints;

Volume 2, one edition and one printing in 1992, with 620 printings;

Volume 3, one edition and one printing in 1993, with 600 printings;

Volume 4, one edition and one printing in 1995, with 800 printings;

This set of books was originally only a dozen yuan, but now the market price of the whole set is as high as 1,200 yuan, and the good quality is 1,500-1,800 yuan, and it is difficult to encounter.

Lin Yi likes this set of books because there are many illustrations of agricultural farming in ancient and modern times. This is very interesting for Lin Yi, who was born as a "farmer", such as "cart", "stone plow", "flail", etc. These farming tools that embodies the wisdom of ancient farmers are now unseen. If you want to see them, you probably have to go to the museum.

Seeing the book he liked, Lin Yi couldn't wait to come over and reached out to hold the book in his hand. At this moment, with a "click", he threw the fan over and threw it on the set of books. Then he heard a voice saying, "Do you understand the rules? Are you from outside?! The boss took it out and let us do some goals first. Why are you anxious?"

Lin Yi was scolded, but he was not annoyed. When he turned around, he saw three people looking up and down at him, so he smiled and said to one of them, "I'm sorry, I'm happy to see the hunt. I didn't expect you to be friends with the boss. Then you can take a look first. If you offend me, please forgive me." After that, he hugged the man and clasped his fists.

The man was a middle-aged man with white face and a slightly bald head. He was originally very unhappy with Lin Yi's moral character of stealing books privately, but he didn't expect Lin Yi to speak so well, so he was stunned for a moment.

The stall owner was still slick and said hurriedly: "No matter whether you recognize each other or not, whether you are friends, being able to get together is fate... My book also depends on fate. If you find the right person, it is yours. If you find it wrong, you have to keep it in my hands! You guys first read it. If you don't like it after reading it, let this little brother look at it. I took a look at this set of books at a glance, and I am also a master who knows the goods..."

Seeing the stall owner praising Lin Yi for his eyesight, the white-faced man snorted and said, "Old Ding, you are not authentic. When you talk to others, you really think I don't know what kind of intestines you are talking to, so don't you just want to sell it for two more dollars? Look at what you are wearing on your neck and wearing on your hands, aren't it all contributed to you by our book friends."

The stall owner Lao Ding was anxious when he heard this, "What do you mean by saying this? What do you mean by your contribution? You have taken advantage of my books and paid for them... We will not steal or rob, nor will we cheat you. What advantages will I take advantage of you?"

Although this old Ding is slick, he is also a tempered person. If he is an ordinary book vendor, he probably laughed twice, then he would go there after a terror, but he argued.

Seeing the two of them arguing, the two companions of the white-faced man next to him advised, "Don't argue, is it interesting to argue about this? I've been a guy for so long, and I'm still arguing about this now---read a book quickly, we won't buy it, we're still waiting." After saying that, he looked at Lin Yi with dissatisfaction, as if it was the trouble caused by Lin Yi.

Lin Yi smiled. The people who bought and sold books in Confucius Temple were quite interesting. They were all from the level of a master. They were indeed raised by the "Ancient Capital of the Six Dynasties" and were extraordinary.

Seeing someone persuading, the white-faced man then took his posture and squatted down. While picking up his folding fan, he looked through the old books wrapped in a transparent plastic bag, and nagging the old Ding: "It's not that I'm bragging. In this Confucius Temple, no one can afford to buy your old books except the three of us brothers. If we hadn't visited you several times a week, who would you sell these books to?"

After all, Lao Ding is a businessman and has a quick mind. He feels that there is no benefit in arguing with such old customers, so he keeps talking and just keeps taking out some treasured good books to read for these old buyers.

In fact, there is one thing that is right about this white flour, that is, these expensive books are not affordable for ordinary people, and the reason why Lao Ding can wear gold and silver is also earned by selling these good books.

Not to mention anything else, just this white flour can cost about 70,000 or 80,000 yuan to buy books every year, most of which were bought from Lao Ding, and the two guys also spent the most money here. In a year, Lao Ding would not earn 200,000 or 300,000 yuan from them, which would be strange.

"This set of books looks good, what price are you going to sell?" Baimian asked the stall owner Lao Ding in a slight tone.

Lao Ding's eyes turned, "You are an expert in this regard. You can offer a price - they are all good books and have a small print volume. I checked it online, and the prices on it are not low!"

"Don't tell me the price online - the price online is all fake. If he can ask you for 300, he will ask you for 1000. If he dares to ask you for 100, just this book, I will give you five hundred yuan enough!" Baimiao said generously.

But Lao Ding shook his head like a rattle and said with a bitter face: "You are an old customer and an expert in books. The price you offer is too low. There are thousands of people online. You just cut half of it..."

Lao Ding's words reminded Lin Yi of his old friend "Cao Yidao". This is how Lao Cao's nickname comes from. When he encounters a business, he will cut the price by half before talking about it. He often makes the sellers so angry that they are so angry that they are.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi suddenly burst out and couldn't help laughing.

When he smiled like this, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Bai Fangpi, Lao Ding and others all looked over and looked at him with his eyes straight, with a very wrong look.

Only then did Lin Yi realize that people were bargaining, but he was laughing at himself, which could easily cause misunderstandings.

Lin Yi was about to explain, and the white-faced skin who was dissatisfied with him stared at him and asked him in an unhappy tone: "What are you laughing at? Is it that funny to hand me the price of 500? Otherwise, you can give this book to you!"

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Chapter completed!