Chapter 128

Seeing what he said, the beautiful city lady became interested. The small vendor quickly pulled out a smiling face and said pleasantly:

"Of course, miss. My bracelet here is 100% pure aloe Wood Bracelet. My ancestors planted aloes wood. However, later, when our family declined, our descendants had to cut down the aloes wood planted by ourselves and grind it into hand strings to sell. Miss, if you don't believe it, you can smell it. The smell of aloes wood is very recognizable. You can know it by smelling it. "

While saying this, the small vendor quickly picked up a string of hands from his stall and handed it to Murong Luoyue with special hospitality. At the same time, he also looked at her sincerely, as if he was directly saying that he was not lying.

Hearing what the vendor said, Murong Luoyue obviously didn't doubt that it was false. He directly put the hand string to his nose to smell it. Sure enough, as soon as the hand string was put by his nose, Murong smelled the faint fragrance of aloes wood. This is obviously very different from the pungent fake smell they smelled at other stalls when they first came over.

Moreover, because Murong Luoyue's father likes collecting this precious wood very much, she has seen a rare and large aloes wood sent by others at her father's place before. It was the fragrance of precious aloes wood that had been placed for many years, which was very close to the string she was holding in her own hand.

So Murong Luoyue, who was almost confirmed, looked at the vendor and asked him very seriously, "how much do you want for this hand string?"

Because this family is different from other stalls with obvious fraud, Murong Luoyue, who especially believes in her own vision, almost believes that the hand string in front of her is the real aloes wood hand string. As long as the price given by the small vendor is within her reasonable expectation, she plans to take the string of hands.

But when Murong Luoyue said this, the small vendor was silent. Then he raised his head and said, "for your sake of knowing the goods, I'll give you a discount. Our prices are all here. A real aloe wood hand string costs two or three hundred yuan for a bead. Your hand string has a total of 15 aloe wood beads. According to the price, it should be at least about seven or eight thousand. Then I'll charge you 6000 yuan. Do you think it's all right? "

The peddler thought he could paralyze Murong Luoyue and Zhang Haolin by saying this. After all, it seemed that he had suffered a great loss. Generally, people who hear this almost want to be very happy. They should hurry to take out the money and buy people to leave.

With this method over the years, the small vendor has made almost all the money. Therefore, seeing that Zhang Haolin and Murong Luoyue are not old, they should be easy to cheat. This skilful little vendor doesn't feel nervous at all.

It's just that the peddler thinks he's pretending to be very similar. He must have got the 6000 yuan. The pride and cunning in the corners of his eyes did not escape Zhang Haolin's eyes. Seeing his smile, Zhang Haolin knew that he was lying.

As for the price of real aloes wooden hand string, although it is really as expensive as the small vendor said. But through the perspective eyes, Zhang Haolin can clearly see that the hand string in Murong Luoyue's hand is not a real aloe wood hand string. The reason why it emits the smell of aloes wood is that the ordinary wood beads are wrapped with a thin layer of wood chips of aloes wood. In this way, customers can't recognize it, and they will feel it's true when they smell it.

However, the 6000 is not a big number for Murong, but because she has just sold so many things on the ancient street of the ancient town, she feels very sorry for Zhang Haolin's Murong Luoyue. So when she heard what the vendor said, Murong Yue looked back at Zhang Haolin and asked, "I want to buy a string of aloes and send it back to my mother. I'll pay for it myself. Don't you have any opinion?"

Although Murong Luoyue was a big miss, she didn't really reach the point where she was self righteous and only cared about her own life and death. So when she heard this, Zhang Haolin, who knew she was worried about herself, couldn't help laughing.

Then he directly took the hand string held in Murong Luoyue's hand, looked at Murong Luoyue very seriously and said, "what stupid words do you say? How can you pay for a gift for my future mother-in-law? Don't worry about it. When we leave this bracelet market, I will buy you a real aloe Wood Bracelet. "

Since Murong Luoyue bought a gift for her mother, Zhang Haolin paid more attention to it. So squatting down beside Murong Ruyue, he pretended to look at the hand string in detail, and then said with a sneer: "although this 6000 yuan is nothing to me, the quality of this hand string does not meet the standard of 6000 yuan. Boss, you should still have good goods in your hand. Haven't you taken them out yet? "

Although the sale of the stalls was also a fake, he was not greedy as other vendors, and he put them directly on the string with inferior perfume, so that he could be used as an incense wood string. Although his hand string is not made of pure aloe wood, it is at least wrapped with a layer of thin skin of aloe wood. Therefore, Zhang Haolin is sure that there must be a better aloes wooden hand string in the hands of the vendor.

Zhang Haolin was obviously knowledgeable. As soon as he said this, he immediately stunned the small vendor's face. Then he quickly recovered his look, smiled at Zhang Haolin and said, "you think too much, handsome boy? All the bracelets in my hand are here. This is a bracelet made of how many pieces of material I have worn out. "

However, the little vendor said so in his mouth, but he couldn't help beating the drum: "where on earth is this smelly boy? His eyes made him feel creepy. And he could recognize the true and false of his aloe wood. It was amazing. It seems that it's not easy for me to get this money today. "

Zhang Haolin's remark means that it is obvious that the hand string he picked is not a real aloe wood hand string. So Murong Luoyue looked at Zhang Haolin. Don't be surprised to look at him. But in spite of this, she didn't say anything, so she watched him talk to the boss of the stall.

Because although she thought the string was true, since Zhang Haolin said there was a problem with the string, it must have his basis. So Murong Luoyue squatted next to Zhang Haolin without saying a word.