Zhang Tian's clothes were bought last night by him and Zhang Qilin from a street vendor when they returned.
After all, it wasn't a truly open era back then, so people were generally more superstitious.
And the best thing to buy was this kind of Taoist robe.
After all, the cost was low and the profit was high, much faster than making money by pulling a rickshaw.
So, more people liked to pretend to be charlatans.
Walking on the street, Zhang Tian was dumbfounded.
It wasn't yet eight in the morning, and in Panjiayuan, more than a dozen people who looked like Taoist priests were already seated.
Each of them was white-haired, with an immortal-like demeanor.
The most absurd thing was that they were like they were doing business, each at a fixed distance, as if afraid of disturbing others.
"Boss, hey, it's hard to make money these days. Even the swindlers have to get up early to work."
The fatty sighed beside him.
Zhang Tian was not feeling well. The good spots were already taken. Where would he, a newcomer, go?
"Hey, young man, this won't do. You have no professional planning at all. Everyone else has white beards, but you have a black beard. What is that supposed to be?"
At this moment, a fortune teller in a yellow robe walked up to Zhang Tian and even lectured him.
Looking at the people around him staring like he was an idiot, it was clear that Zhang Tian hadn't even learned properly.
Zhang Tian couldn't be bothered with them anymore.
"Old Hu, let's sit over there."
Zhang Tian found a small corner and sat down with Hu Bayi and the others.
Who knew that not only were there many fake goods sold here, but there were also a lot of fake fortune tellers.
"Boss, can it work here? With so many fortune tellers, they've snatched up all the business."
The fatty grumbled beside him.
"Jiang Taigong fishing, willing to be hooked. Don't panic."
Zhang Tian didn't care. Even if he told fortunes today, it would increase his fortune-telling skills.
So, Zhang Tian wasn't in a hurry.
Soon, at eight in the morning, Panjiayuan was gradually filled with a large group of antique dealers who started setting up their stalls, preparing to welcome today's customers.
Gradually, more and more people came to Panjiayuan.
At half-past eight in the morning, Panjiayuan welcomed its first batch of guests.
It was a group of foreigners.
In this era, there were quite a few foreigners, and the ones who were willing to spend money here were only foreigners.
Most locals knew that they wouldn't find anything good here.
But those foreigners were different. They had money, and most of them were visiting for the first time, so they were the best targets for deception.
"Mr. John, this is the largest antique park in our Beili City. It contains countless cultures of our Xia Kingdom. Shall I show you around?"
At this moment, a thin man led a blonde foreign man and woman inside.
He was a guide, a relatively popular profession now.
"Mr. Zhang San, I heard that there are many metaphysical arts here. Can you tell us about them?"
John made a strange sound.
His accent was very unnatural.
"Well, our Xia Kingdom's metaphysics is very extensive. Look, there are fortune tellers over there. Why don't you go get your fortune told?"
"Okay, I want to choose the oldest one. He looks like he knows how to tell fortunes. He's a Heavenly Master!"
John pointed to the oldest old man, the one who looked the most like a fortune teller, almost without hesitation.
When it comes to fortune-telling, most people think the older, the better. In reality, it's not necessarily true. An old person might be an old swindler.
At the same time, many people also entered Panjiayuan, and Panjiayuan was now bustling with activity.
And not far away, those fortune-telling swindlers were already crowded by a group of foreigners.
They just sat on the ground, said a few flattering words, and then a lot of silver fell into their bowls.
"Boss, do you think Fatty was an idiot before? Pretending to be a Taoist priest, why didn't I think of such a good idea?"
The fatty looked at the crowd giving money with some envy.
He didn't earn much money in a year selling tapes back then. Good heavens, these fortune tellers just sat there and got a lot of silver.
Hu Bayi also shook his head.
"In this day and age, some money is really easy to make."
He said, his gaze fixed on Zhang Tian.
Zhang Tian wore a fake beard, black, and his face was a bit young, so naturally, no one came to tell fortunes.
Not to mention, Zhang Tian's attire looked a bit fake. It would be strange if anyone came.
"Boss, should we call out?"
Hu Bayi looked at Zhang Tian and hesitated.
"Don't rush, watch me."
Zhang Tian pressed his hand, signaling him to be calm.
Seeing the crowds surrounding the swindlers, Zhang Tian decided to stop pretending.
He revealed his true intentions.
Zhang Tian then tore off the beard from his mouth, revealing his original face.
"Fatty, go and shout a few times. Say that Little Zhang Ye offers free treasure appraisal, no money charged!"
Zhang Tian said softly.
The fatty's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up.
The fatty pointed his finger at the moon and shouted at the sky.
"The famous Little Zhang Ye is offering free treasure appraisal! Hurry up and take a look, everyone!"
After shouting, the fatty seemed a bit short of breath and gasped deeply twice.
However, after he shouted, it did have an effect.
Countless people looked over, and even some stall owners glanced over.
Zhang Tian was known as "Divine Eye," and he never missed appraising treasures.
If he could appraise it, wouldn't that save a lot of wasted money?
"What's that sound? Little Zhang Ye? What is that?"
John frowned slightly.
At this moment, Zhang San was excited.
"Mr. John, he is a legendary figure around here. He has appraised countless treasures. He has seen more treasures than you've seen women. Sorry, I'll go and see."
Zhang San said, excitedly running towards the sound.
No one dared to impersonate Little Zhang Ye, as the Zhang family had some status here.
When he saw that it was indeed Zhang Tian sitting on the ground, Zhang Tian was completely excited.
He happened to have a jade pendant he wanted appraised, but he didn't have money. Now that it was free, how could he not be excited?
Seeing more and more people gathering, Zhang San squeezed in and leaned in front of Zhang Tian's stall.
"Holy cow, it's really Little Zhang Ye! What's with Little Zhang Ye's getup?"
"Is Little Zhang Ye going to be a Taoist priest?"
"Free treasure appraisal, holy cow, Little Zhang Ye appraising treasures, is it real or fake?"
The people who were originally surrounding the old swindlers all gathered around Zhang Tian again.
Zhang Tian pressed his hand, and everyone quickly fell silent.
"Today, I'm doing charity for my family. I'll appraise one treasure for everyone for free, and I can also tell fortunes for you once!"
"But it's limited to three people!"
Before Zhang Tian could finish speaking, Zhang San had already climbed up.
"Little Zhang Ye, I, my name is Zhang San, I'll be the first."
He said, and quickly took off the jade pendant around his neck.
"Isn't this Zhang San Liu Zi? What is he doing here?"
"I heard he's showing foreigners around today. I didn't expect him to be here. This guy is really fast."
"This guy isn't doing his job as a guide and is stealing our opportunity."
The people around cursed angrily.
Because Zhang Tian was present, they didn't dare to say too much.
Zhang Tian looked at his jade pendant.
Then he was stunned.
"Gulp..."
He swallowed.
"My friend, you shouldn't be wearing this!"
"Why is Guanyin's head green?"
Zhang San: "???"
Hu Bayi: "!!!"
Audience: "Holy cow, holy cow!"
[Holy cow, is this what's popular in this era?]
[So the ancestor is here!]
[My friend? So this term was already used in that era.]
The audience was in a state of confusion.
Zhang San, on the other hand, panicked. What was Zhang Tian talking about?