Chapter 282：

Most of the people who come to this antique street to Taobao are not professionals. Some people have never even come into contact with the antiques business before, and they just read some information from anecdotal or random books, just like they came to pick up leaks.

But these days are peaceful and prosperous, and there are countless people who collect antiques, just like the crucian carp crossing the river. It is not an easy thing to pick up leaks just by looking for a stall. But this person is always greedy, and countless liars just seize people's psychology and cheat.

Not to mention the antiques line.

Qiao Yian thought it through, others might not think so clearly. The buyer who was squatting on the ground obviously heard that it was Chenghua Doucai, and his head suddenly became hot. Afraid of bumping into each other, Qiao Yian raised his brows slightly when he saw the back of the other party leaving tremblingly.

Seeing the stall owner happily read the text messages on his mobile phone, Qiao Yian glanced at the inconspicuous black agarwood pen holder on the ground, squatted down, and looked up again, her face became serious, she cleared He pretended to be ignorant and complained, so as to relax the vigilance of the other party: "Boss, are you a little too mean... You told me in the morning that these two things were sold to me for 18,000 yuan, why did they disappear in a blink of an eye? Did you sell the small porcelain cup I was optimistic about before to someone else?"

The stall owner glanced at Qiao Yi'an and said with a smile: "You didn't pay the deposit to order two things in the morning, and you didn't say that you would definitely come back to buy them. Of course I can't wait for you."

He also remembered very clearly the little girl who had bargained with him before.

After all, the other party spent so much energy bargaining with him this morning, it's hard to remember.

"But... I didn't bring so much money? So I just got home and got the money, didn't I rush over here?" Qiao Yian grimaced and spoke nonsense in a serious manner. She didn't want to let the other party down. I know that I just took something at this morning market and sold it for a big price. If this kind of thing is known to the middle-aged man in front of him, I am afraid that this person will not sell things to her again.

"When you buy something, you have to buy it sooner if you like it... No, the thing is gone after it's sold." The stall owner looked like someone came over, and advised Qiao Yi'an: "Then you will buy more things in the future. Bring some money and put it on you, and you won't encounter this kind of thing again."

"Hey, it can only be like this. I will definitely pay attention in the future, and I will never let this happen again." Qiao Yian sighed and complained: "Boss, how do you sell your remaining wooden pen holder?"

"Ten thousand and two, take it if you want it." The middle-aged stall owner said with a smile.

"Twelve thousand? Two items are only 18,000. You sold that item for 60,000 just now. You still sell 12,000 for this single wooden pen holder?" The stall owner chopped up, she didn't want to be noticed by the other party that she was rich, and she raised the price again in a blink of an eye.

"Little girl, I also saw that the person who came to buy things today is you. Otherwise, I would have sold this wooden pen holder for more than this price." The middle-aged stall owner made a business and was naturally in a good mood. The mood that was originally in a hurry to open and wanted to make some money has also faded a bit, and it looks like you like to buy it or not.

Seeing that there was no room for manoeuvre, Qiao Yian also just borrowed the **** to step down, and pretended to be very entangled, took out the money from the white cloth bag, and bought the things.

She breathed a sigh of relief after the agarwood pen holder was put into the white cloth belt.