No one cares about it, no one cares about it.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, no one asked Lin Yi about his drawings. Perhaps in the eyes of many people, he was just a lunatic.

Lin Yi took a deep breath, got up, and went to a nearby side dish to buy a bottle of mineral water. When he checked out, he thought about it and took another bottle.

"For you." Lin Yi walked to Teacher Huang and handed over the mineral water.

Teacher Huang didn't even look at it.

"In such a hot day, even if you don't eat, you still have to drink some water. If you sweat too much, you will lose your energy." Lin Yi handed over the mineral water again.

Teacher Huang still didn't look at him.

Lin Yi said, "It doesn't matter if you fall down, but who will take care of your family?"

Teacher Huang took the mineral water without saying a word, opened it, gurgled, drank half of it in one breath, and poured the rest on his head. Looking at Teacher Huang who was wet on his head, Lin Yi smiled.

At five or six o'clock, the heat passed and there were more people in the Temple of Wealth. Lin Yi still had a newspaper with his million-dollar auction advertisement. People just turned around and looked at the content, and then laughed, needless to say, laughing at him as a fool.

A little girl selling jade next to her was kind-hearted. Seeing that Lin Yi was fair and gentle, she came over kindly and told him not to do this again. Everyone was laughing at you, so she might as well go back.

Lin Yi nodded to her and said "thank you", but he didn't clean up the stall. Seeing that he didn't listen to the advice, the girl sighed and said to herself that even if he was not a lunatic, he was a fool and could not listen to human words at all.

The little girl returned to her stall and continued to sell her jade artifacts. Lin Yi continued to advertise her drawings. Teacher Huang continued to sell her pile of junk goods. The entire Temple of Wealth began to become lively again, with hawking and bargaining sounds.

...

The next day, Lin Yi still set up a stall very early, but still the same as a broken newspaper with an advertisement for drawings asking for one million.

Many people are used to it, just think that he is really a fool.

Just ten minutes after Lin Yi set up a stall, Teacher Huang also came. It was the old place yesterday. He spread out canvas and filled with miscellaneous things, and then turned into a stone statue and did not move.

The sun still rises.

The air still gets hot.

Lin Yi bought water and handed it to him.

Teacher Huang still didn't say anything, drank half a bottle, and poured the rest on his head.

After doing all this, the two of them watched the other people's stalls lively and their side was deserted.

Lin Yi and Huang didn't speak either.

There was no even a slight eye contact.

In this way, another day passed.

By the third day, Lin Yi not only bought water for Teacher Huang, but also bought a large bowl of noodles.

Teacher Huang still didn't say anything, and like a mute, he picked up the water and drank it, then looked at the noodle bowl.

Egg noodles are scrambled, golden scrambled eggs are spread flat on white thin noodles, and the aroma is scented.

Lin Yi obviously saw Teacher Huang's throat move, so he turned his head and refused to look at him.

There was a sound of eating noodles behind him. When Lin Yi turned around, there was only an empty bowl left on the ground.

Looking at Teacher Huang again, his appearance has not changed at all, as if he had not eaten that bowl of noodles from beginning to end.

...

Day 4---

At this time, the sacrificial ceremony of the God of Wealth Temple was not as lively as it started. However, there were still many people and the customers were still noisy. Of course, the stalls of Lin Yi and Teacher Huang were still so deserted and no one was there.

After working all day, I didn’t get any gains.

Even if Lin Yi has a good mentality, he can't help feeling a little depressed.

When the man was depressed, he wanted to drink. Although Lin Yi had a bad alcohol tolerance, he really wanted to drink a drink at this moment.

Lin Yi has no habit of drinking, so he is going to find someone to accompany him. Dong Yanjing and Wang Heizi are all forgot. It’s not that Lin Yi looks down on them, but that these people are too busy with business and are in a hurry to sell old books, so they are not in the mood to drink some wine with him. As for Liu Sanliang, he drinks almost every day, and it’s even worse for him to eat this meal.

So Lin Yi was going to find someone who was as pleasing to the eye and was as miserable as himself. Undoubtedly, Teacher Huang, who set up a street stall next to him, was the best target.

Looking at this guy who doesn’t like to talk and likes to bask in the sun on hot days, Lin Yi always feels a little superior.

This is how people are. When they see people who are worse than themselves, they always feel compassion, and this compassion contains a hint of self-comfort.

Lin Yi walked over and asked, "Drink, go?"

Teacher Huang was sweating on his forehead, and he raised his eyes and looked at him, "Why?"

"What's the reason?" Lin Yi asked back.

"Why are you invited me to drink?" Teacher Huang's eyes were very clear. Is it sympathetic to me? Do you want me to win over? Or do you have another purpose?

Lin Yi smiled, "Because you look very good at drinking." Simple, clear.

Teacher Huang stared at Lin Yi tightly. Lin Yi's expression remained unchanged, and he still looked at him with a smile, looking kind and sincere.

Teacher Huang finally spoke: "Where is the wine?"

Lin Yi might as well ask this, and then looked around. There was a street stall selling old wine not far away, so he walked over.

Nowadays, the antique market has many varieties, and buying and selling old wine is also a very fashionable business. Specifically, near many communities and residential buildings, a rectangular plastic billboard is erected on the frame with the words "Recycling old wine". Among them, the old wines that were recycled were the most in the 1980s and 1990s. If you can receive white wine from the 1980s to sell, you will be able to pick up treasures.

For example, Feitian Moutai in the 1980s cost tens of thousands of yuan per bottle, and Wuliangye in the 1970s had the worst price. Especially two years ago, the price of this old wine was as high as 20,000 yuan. Now the price of liquor has fallen, and these people who speculate in liquor have accumulated a lot of old wines.

Of course, Lin Yi can't afford to drink the old good wine, and he doesn't understand it either, so his eyes are just about the common wines on the street stalls.

The street stall was a fashionable young man with a long and squirting air. He was shaking his legs with his cigarette in his mouth, and was fighting with his two friends with his two friends. Seeing Lin Yi looking at him in front of his stall, he squinted his eyes and asked unhappily: "Cousin, do you think you are looking for it, which bottle you want?"

Lin Yi didn't mind at all and asked with a smile: "How much does that bottle of Red Star Erguotou cost?"

"Four hundred and five!"

"It's so expensive."

"It's not expensive anymore. This is the authentic Red Star Erguotou from 1982! It's only 400 to 500 yuan here. If it is placed in Panjiayuan, Jinling Confucius Temple, it will be a few thousand yuan! Shunzi---" The young man threw the card, and seemed very dissatisfied with Lin Yi's ignorance.

"What about this bottle of Wolong Jade Liquid?" Lin Yi pointed to a big-bellied wine bottle.

This is a local wine, which is locally produced in Nandu. It used to be high-yield, but now it is almost out of stock. Lin Yi's brother-in-law works in an alcohol factory and also produces this low-alcohol liquor in the factory. Unfortunately, the competitiveness is too poor and it cannot compete with foreign wine. Now it has become a scarce product.

The young man spitted a sip of cigarettes and said impatiently: "Someone wants this, let me put it here for the time being to watch it, you can choose something else."

"Oh," Lin Yi had to choose another liquor. Soon, he saw a bottle of liquor with simple packaging and not-class quality. "What about this bottle of old liquor in Corp, how much does it cost?"

"Damn, you are quite good at choosing. The old Xiedian in 1993, "The old wines in Xiedian last forever." Have you heard of them? These wines were brewed at that time...at least one hundred and five."

"It's so expensive." Lin Yi hesitated a little.

The young man glanced at him, "Is this expensive? It's just because of this broken advertising slogan that the entire winery almost went bankrupt... People dare to pay 100 million to advertise, but you don't dare to drink 150 million, which is too pretentious."

Everyone around them laughed, as if laughing at Lin Yi's poor appearance.

Lin Yi was still not angry or annoyed. On the contrary, he still said with a smile: "That's right. Why do you say that this liquor has been saying for more than ten years, and even the pork has increased from two pieces to ten pieces... But can you reduce it?"

The young man looked a little impatient and frowned and asked, "How many bottles do you buy?"

Lin Yi looked at the stall and said, "How many bottles do you have here?"

The young man threw down the sign and took out a box directly from the back of the stall. He slapped his hand and said in a very straightforward tone: "Not many, just one box."

One box is six bottles, each bottle is one pound, and a total of six pounds of white wine.

Lin Yi smiled and was not polite, "How much does it cost to shoot one shot?"

After hearing Lin Yi say everything, the young man slapped his mouth, his eyes seemed a little disbelief, and looked at Lin Yi, "You can give out as much as you can, take it away if it is appropriate, don't interfere with my card game."

Lin Yi made a very classic Eighth Route Army gesture and said with a smile: "How about an eighty bottle?"

Cut it in half directly.

Lin Yi was waiting for the other party to bargain, and planned to win it up to 100 yuan.

Who knows---

"I've given it to you!" The young man was very happy.

Lin Yi: “…”

...

After moving this box of bottles of simple liquor bought for 480 yuan, Lin Yi returned to Teacher Huang. Teacher Huang, who always likes to pretend to be mute, looked at him and actually asked, "How much does this wine cost?"

Lin Yi was careful: "A bottle of eighty isn't expensive, right?"

Teacher Huang looked at him like a fool and said, "It's not expensive... at most fifty, I've sold it."

Lin Yi: “…”

At this moment, he knew that each line had its own tricks. Maybe he was very talented in old books, but he was too... LOW in other aspects. He originally thought that one shot could take advantage of the point and give the other party a discount, but he was still confused.

Of course, in front of a guy like Teacher Huang, Lin Yi would not admit that he was too stupid, so he smiled and said, "I know, but it's not easy for people to sell bottles of wine in this hot day..."

This time, Teacher Huang didn't say anything, but just looked at Lin Yi's dry street stall. The meaning was very obvious. You are almost like this, and you still have time to pity others.

Lin Yi coughed twice and quickly changed the topic, "What do you want to eat? I can't afford it---"

"Dumplings." Teacher Huang was straightforward and neat.
Chapter completed!