Yang Zhengyu smiled slightly and said, "It's hard to say. Fans are paintings and you can buy them if you like them. If you don't like them, there's no need to buy them."

"Everyone has different tastes and different ways of viewing paintings. Some people think this painting is good-looking, but some people may not. So in the final analysis, it all depends on their own taste."

What he said was very plain and ordinary, but there was actually something in the truth.

The three people in the dormitory who were familiar with his speaking style understood immediately.

The point is, there’s no need to buy it if you don’t like it.

This sentence can be omitted to the last four words - there is no need to buy it.

Wang Bobo couldn't help but admire: "Brother Yu is really proficient in picking up leaks now."

"What do you mean? Why can't I understand?" Wang Yuanqiu asked.

Wang Bobo said in a low voice: "If you pick up leaks, you have to be careful. The store is here to do business. If you say that their goods are not good, you are ruining their business."

"If this is heard in public, no one will buy it, and the store will definitely bear a grudge against you, and maybe it will be a big deal."

"You see, the last time Brother Yu took a taxi, he was probably remembered by others."

"So, the speech must have the benefit of speech. This art is that you don't say anything bad about him throughout the text, but everyone will think, I'd better not buy it."

Wang Yuanqiu nodded: "It is true that I will gain something from studying with you."

As she spoke, she looked at Yang Zhengyu, and her heart suddenly beat.

Originally, a few people were a little fascinated by the painting.

But when I heard Yang Zhengyu say this, I didn’t want to take it.

The store owner saw that they wanted to leave and followed suit.

"Don't worry, everyone. It's easy to negotiate. If 10 of you buy it, you can get a 50% discount."

At this time, Yang Zhengyu had already walked out and did not look back.

Everyone followed him and continued walking into the depths of the ancient town.

The area of ​​the ancient town was originally small, but with the development in recent years, many new buildings and many new shops have been built along the mountain. Currently, merchants are moving in, and overall there are not many shops.

So everyone walked deeper and deeper, and when they looked around, they didn't see anything good.

Most of the items sold here are common souvenirs from tourist attractions. They may all be collected from small commodity cities in the southeast.

It’s the same, nothing different.

Everyone had dinner early, and they were getting hungry after walking around. When they saw someone selling snacks, they bought their own food in twos and threes.

Yang Zhengyu, several brothers in the dormitory, and Li Yan and the other four golden flowers.

Stopped at a stall to buy roasted gluten.

The vendor sprinkled the gluten with cumin and chili, and the smoke exploded.

Immediately the fragrance hit their nostrils, and everyone's stomach growled.

The stall owner gave them the roasted gluten, and they all started gobbling it up immediately.

The Four Golden Flowers usually pay great attention to their image, but this time they are not exempt from the habit.

Everyone chuckled.

After eating two skewers of gluten, I looked back and saw that many classmates were back and following them.

Everyone continued walking deeper into the town.

Wu Siying said: "How long will Brother Yu have to leave? Why can't we buy anything?"

Li Yan said: "Why are you in a hurry? There is no need to rush into picking up leaks."

Ren Le also said: "Yes, when we go shopping with Brother Yu, we often can't buy anything all afternoon."

At this time, Yang Zhengyu suddenly looked at a stall in front of him on the right.

The stall owner sat on the spot, with a one-foot-square blue cloth spread at his feet.

There are several small bronze items of various sizes on it.

Judging from the appearance, it seems to be quite old.

Yang Zhengyu walked over and squatted on the side of the road.

More than a dozen people surrounded the stall.

When the stall owner saw them, his face showed a look of social fear.

His expression is very stiff, and his eyebrows and beard are almost crowded together.

Obviously this stall owner is not a person doing business on his own.

"Boss, how do you sell this thing?" Yang Zhengyu picked up a bronze cup and looked at it.

He weighed it casually and then gently placed it on the ground.

"I don't know if these are real or fake, just 500 yuan each."

Yang Zhengyu asked him again: "Where did you get this?"

"I was farming in the mountains. One day after it rained, a hole collapsed in the mountain. When I opened it, there were these things. Others said they were left by some hermit in the past."

Yang Zhengyu took it and looked at it again and again.

The system has given a prompt, it is an advanced literary game.

In other words, this thing is worth hundreds of thousands.

"This bronze cup looks real," Zou Xiaolong said.

As soon as he spoke, Wang Bobo signaled him to be silent.

Several people nearby saw it with their hearts in their throats.

They were all afraid that Zou Xiaolong would suddenly say something bad.

But the stall owner smiled with an honest expression, "Well, it's hard to say. Only you can tell if it's true. I don't know if it's false."

The stall owner said, reaching out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Just as he raised his hand, Yang Zhengyu suddenly frowned.

As he glanced over, the mechanical watch on the stall owner's wrist flashed with golden light, attracting his attention.

What's going on?

The system immediately gave a prompt.

Rolex 1983 gold watch, genuine.

The system estimate is around 300,000.

It's impossible for a farmer to wear a gold watch on his wrist.

Yang Zhengyu instantly became alert.

He put the cup on the ground.

"I don't understand this thing. A few hundred yuan is enough for my living expenses, so I won't buy it."

"It's boring. Brother Yu, you don't want to buy it." Wu Siying was a little tired from walking and found a chair on the roadside to sit down.

Other students also followed and looked around the stall.

But they don’t understand it, and they won’t buy it if Yang Zhengyu doesn’t buy it.

Fan Binbin sat next to Wu Siying and comforted her, "Don't be anxious, Brother Yu must be aware of it."

After everyone gathered together, they took a look inside the town.

Over there is a newly built shopping area. Many stores are not open and the lights are dim.

Everyone stopped moving forward.

Wang Bobo asked Yang Zhengyu: "Is that thing just fake? Why didn't you buy it?"

When Yang Zhengyu saw that he was surrounded by his own people, he whispered: "That thing is real. It looks like a high-end literary toy. It is estimated to be worth hundreds of thousands."

"I'll go, it's so expensive." Wu Siying almost shouted after hearing this.

The students all stared at Yang Zhengyu.

"Then why doesn't Brother Yu buy it?"

"Yes, Brother Yu, why?" The three brothers in the dormitory also looked at him nervously.

Yang Zhengyu said: "The thing is real, but he may not sell it to you. He may use the real thing to make a game, and then he may have magic or some other tricks, so he turns it into a fake one and gives it to you."

Everyone nodded when they heard it.

Indeed, there are many tricks in the literary and entertainment business. If you cannot deceive others, you will be deceived by others.
Chapter completed!