More and more people gathered in front of the stall, until Chen Shi'an could no longer tell the fans from the passersby.
Quite a few passersby only learned that Chen Shi'an was some sort of "content creator" after coming over to see what the commotion was about. They opened Douyin and followed him on the spot, transforming from passersby into fans. These fans and passersby initially came for Chen Shi'an, but gradually, their attention shifted to the little things displayed at his stall.
Several people were asking Chen Shi'an about prices, or about the wood carvings, handmade incense, calligraphy, and paintings.
Of course, since the prices weren't low, not many were actually willing to pay. Most were just there to join the fun.
They could tell that Chen Shi'an's things were genuinely very good, but the value of artwork was largely tied to the creator's background and credentials. Those were the "hard criteria" for pricing. The young man before them was only a high school student. Even if he was a Taoist, without the supposed added value of a reputation, what justified charging so much?
But to those who truly knew their stuff, who said these things had no "added value"? That value was enormous!
Like Lin Ming, who had just arrived. Seeing Chen Shi'an selling this pile of "treasures" as street-stall merchandise, he was so distressed he could barely breathe.
What a waste of precious things! If you'd told me you had so many, I'd have bought them all!
"Shi'an, I'll take this painting, and this calligraphy too. And this incense, these wood carvings-I'll take everything. How much?"
Before Chen Shi'an could speak, some customers who already had their eyes on things objected. They frowned at Lin Ming. "There's a first-come, first-served rule to shopping too, isn't there? You