I was squatting in front of a stall in the antique market, holding a dusty jade pendant in my hand, muttering to myself.
This thing doesn't look like valuables at all. The jade pendant is about the size of a palm, its surface is full of cracks, and it's still stained with dirt from an unknown age. The old man asking for it is asking for 2,000 yuan. Isn't this a rip-off?
"Young man, this is a good thing." The old man squinted his eyes and lowered his voice mysteriously, "It was passed down from our ancestors. It is said to be a jade pendant worn by the ancient medicine god."
I rolled my eyes. Which stall owner in the antique market doesn't say that his things are handed down from his ancestors? Last week, a big brother told me that the broken bowl he was selling was used by Qin Shihuang. When I checked, I found the words "for microwave use" printed on the bottom of the bowl.
"Two hundred." I threw the jade pendant on the ground, turned around and left.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't go!" The old man said anxiously, "One thousand and five! Is that enough for one thousand and five?"
I don't look back.
"Eight hundred! The minimum is eight hundred! This is my food money!"
I stopped and looked back at him: "One hundred."
The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, and he waved his hands with a pained expression: "Take it, take it, I'll start a business at a loss today."
I took out my phone and scanned the QR code to pay, then picked up the jade pendant and weighed it. It's cold to start with, but it does have some weight to it. I casually put the jade pendant into my pocket and prepared to go back to school.
Today, Saturday, all my roommates went out to hang out, so I was so free that I came to the antique market to wander around. It's strange to say that I, a third-year medical student, usually have no interest in these old objects, but today I wanted to come here for some reason.
Maybe it's because I've been under too much pressure recently.
