"Are you sure you want to buy it?"

The stall owner still doesn’t believe that Yue Zhengyang will buy it.

"You're here to make fun of me if I'm fine."

"Then what price you said can you sell it?"

"Boss, you are reversing the yin and yang. It is your reason for the item to be offered. If you are willing to buy it or not, if you ask me to tell the price, then I will pay for it, you won't sell it, right?"

“Yes, yes.”

The owner of this stall owner actually wants to sell more. Even if Yue Zhengyang pays 810,000 yuan, he will be idle and add a little more.

"Then I'll come out..."

The boss was a little hesitant, afraid that he would say less.

"Three thousand five? What do you think?"

Three thousand five, what's going on, not what's going on.

This is really a starting price, and you can pay it back locally.

Yue Zhengyang had no choice but to cut the price he paid by the stall owner twice.

"Two one thousand yuan."

"The price you offered is too low, so let's go a little longer."

The stall owner was not satisfied with Yue Zhengyang's price. You should know that a good one in his family would be more expensive than this one.

"One thousand one."

Yue Zhengyang knew that he would definitely not be able to buy it for one thousand, but he wanted to grind the stall owner's temperament.

"Oh, your price has risen too little. I'll sell it if you pay 2,500 yuan."

The boss couldn't stand Yue Zhengyang rising little by little. If this rose to his heart's price, when would it be?

"Two thousand five? Boss, why don't you go and grab it? I'll give you one thousand six, this is always enough for friends."

Yue Zhengyang and the stall owner were so cheap that they were so cheap that Lin Zaihua was not idle, but actually got into a chat with his daughter.

"Sister, these items in your house are really good. You follow them to set up stalls every day. Hey, then you have worked so hard..."

"This comrade, this is an old object in the Kangxi Palace. Look at the painter and the layout, you can't find such a person in the folk kiln. This is only available in the palace. If you take a look around the market, there will be no one more exquisite than ours. If you don't believe it, you will come back later and you will be sure that it has been stolen by others."

Look, Lin Zaihua has helped other girls sell goods.

He saw that this person was a little reluctant to buy it, so he talked about how good the porcelain was. If he didn't buy it, he might be bought by someone else.

Soon Lin Zaihua helped the girl do a business.

Yue Zhengyang didn't feel what they were doing at all. He was now devoted to this chicken jar cup.

At this time, the boss had already reduced the price to 2,000.

"Yes, you can add a headline to me."

"It's OK, which one do you like."

"I want this, just as I'm missing a pen holder."

"Hey, this is not OK. This price is a bit expensive. If you want it, you can add two hundred yuan."

The boss was naturally very happy to negotiate the business and agreed to give it a big deal. However, seeing Yue Zhengyang pointing at the pen holder, he wanted to ask Yue Zhengyang to pay another 200 yuan.

A profiteer, an absolute profiteer.

Yue Zhengyang despised this stall owner in his heart.

"If you say that, I don't want this chicken jar cup."

"No, you see, if you choose a copper coin or something, I don't care. You have chosen such a big figure, so I've lost it. Otherwise, will you add another hundred yuan? I'm not going to have to overestimate it!"

"Come on, then that's it. Take the one from home quickly."

"Then should we settle the money first?"

Yue Zhengyang was speechless. There was still an item that had not been brought over and he didn't know whether it was good or bad. The boss was thinking about asking for money.

"Don't worry, I won't run away after taking your money. My stall is here, look, this is my daughter."

The stall owner said and pointed at his daughter, but he knew that he saw that his daughter was chatting with a thin boy.

"Jing, what are you doing? Hello! Who are you?"

The stall owner was a little worried when he saw the chatting with his daughter like a gangster.

"Hi, boss, that's my brother. Don't worry, I can't kidnap your daughter."

The boss would not believe Yue Zhengyang's words. He was afraid that his daughter would be abducted, obviously because he was afraid that his daughter would be killed by this bad boy.

"Quiet, come home and bring the same quilt at home for this boss."

"Why."

His daughter stood up from the bench and went out from the gap in the stall.

Her enchanting figure and short shoulder-length hair floating around made Lin Zaihua not come back to her senses for a long time.

The stall owner looked at Lin Zaihua's performance and thought to beware of this kid.

If he knew that Lin Zaihua was playing tricks on the carriage more than 100 meters away in the morning, he would definitely pick up a stick and beat Lin Zaihua away now.

Yue Zhengyang put the pen holder and chicken jar cup into the briefcase, and at the same time wrapped the chicken jar cup and put it in the briefcase.

Because the pen holder is relatively wide, the briefcase is stretched open and I can't even pull up the zipper.

Xiong Er was also eager to help Yue Zhengyang carry his bag, which scared Yue Zhengyang quickly patted his hand away.

It's better to hold this thing myself. If it's broken by this silly man, he will have no place to make any sense.

At this time, Lin Zaihua felt how wise it was to be Yue Zhengyang's follower, because he knew that Yue Zhengyang was not only good at kung fu, but also a grand master. When you saw Yue Zhengyang paying for money, little stars appeared in his eyes.

The stall owner asked his daughter to go home to pick up items, which means his home is not far away.

Yue Zhengyang waited for a long time but didn't see the stall owner's daughter coming back. He was so anxious that he had looked at the watch several times.

"Boss, don't worry, my house is not far from here. I'll arrive in a while. Why don't you see if I have other things here?"

The stall owner even wanted to sell something to Yue Zhengyang for his work.

However, as he was talking, Yue Zhengyang saw the stall owner's daughter coming from the crowd. He looked at his watch and waited for half an hour.

"Dad, is this?"

The girl handed the chicken cup in her hand to his father and said.

"Yeah, that's it."

The stall owner answered his daughter and turned to Yue Zhengyang and said.

"Boss, you see, I didn't lie to you. This is just ten times better than just that."

Yue Zhengyang took the chicken jar cup from the ground and turned left and right. It was indeed much more than the one I had just now.

It seems that I have indeed wronged the stall owner. This pair of chicken jar cups may be his ancestors.

Yue Zhengyang led a newspaper to the stall, and the stall owner tore a whole newspaper in half and gave Yue Zhengyang half.

Yue Zhengyang didn't say anything. It must be because the stall owner saw that the chicken jar cup was small and he couldn't use such a whole newspaper.

After wrapping the chicken jar cup and putting it in the briefcase, Yue Zhengyang asked the stall owner.

"Boss, you said that this chicken jar cup is passed down from the family. Do you have any items like these ancestral ones in your family?"

This person has been getting too cheap, so his idea has begun to go astray.

"There were some before, but later they were smashed by the young players. These two were hidden in the coal ball stove and were not found, so they were retained."

Yue Zhengyang did not dare to answer the stall owner's words because he was also one of those people, whether voluntary or forced, in short, he did a lot of hatred.

However, after his soul was washed that night, he was no longer interested in these things, and his only interest was to make a fortune.

I saw that the stall owner had a few old items here, but they were all folk objects of the Republic of China, and there was nothing valuable.

These things may cost hundreds or thousands of dollars in later generations, but Yue Zhengyang already has these three treasures, and after seeing these wines, he couldn't get interested, so he simply gave up.

This stall owner has no items he wants, so there are other stalls. However, when Yue Zhengyang was shopping, he was not as swagger as he was at the beginning.

Because he was afraid that the objects in the briefcase would be damaged by accident, he had to move the briefcase to his chest.

After visiting most of the stalls, Yue Zhengyang also bought several items, most of which were porcelain from the Qing Dynasty. He also bought two calligraphy and paintings, but he didn't know the writers. He only judged that the old painter was good and the price was not high, so he bought them.

After a while, Yue Zhengyang stopped shopping, and there was no good product. He could only wait until tomorrow morning, when these stall owners collected new products, they would look for treasures.
Chapter completed!