Chapter 27

Speaking time, Jiangnan is quietly testing

"The highest psychological price of the old man is 200000 0%……”

"The highest psychological price 170000 10%……”

"The highest psychological price 160000 50%……”

“emmm……”

Jiangnan has a little thought, and the situation of the first block is almost the same. If you want 10000 yuan more, there is a half chance that the transaction can be completed.

It seems that the old man is indeed a very honest man. There is not much floating in the price. Of course, there must be some profits in other people's business.

So the second speed he made a decision, also take no counter-offer.

At this time, the old man was already asking: "how about, young man, I've told you all the prices. I don't like to beat around the bush. If you think the price is OK, you can stay. If you don't think you can take it away, we are still friends. If you want to sell jadeite jade in the future, we can do it."

"Master, I believe you." Jiangnan did not blink: "according to the price you said, two pieces of jadeite are given to you."

"Ha ha ha..." The old man burst into a happy laugh: "young man, good-natured, is a person who is honest and trustworthy. I like you very much. I will take jadeite directly in the future. I will still say that, the price is not guaranteed to be the highest, but I will never lose you too much without conscience."

"Certainly." Jiangnan smiles.

"Then I'll put away the two Jadeites. After that, I'll transfer the money to you in the front hall."

"No hurry, no hurry."

"Xiao Liu." The old man called out to the door again: "take these two Jadeites and arrange what kind of ornaments should be carved."

"OK, I'll be there later." Xiao Liu replied.

"Let's go to the front room and have a cup of tea."

The old man led the way back to the store with Jiangnan.

Sitting down in the rest area, the old man called to Zhu Shishi: "poetry, pour tea."

"Yes, boss."

I wish poems and poems come and pour tea.

"Young man, tell me your account and I'll call my assistant to transfer money for you."

"Good."

Jiangnan nodded and told the old man the account.

The old man took out his mobile phone, dialed a phone call, and soon the phone was connected. He said directly, "I'll give you an account, and you can transfer 200000 yuan in the past..."

Hang up soon.

Time is not long, Jiangnan mobile phone Ding Dong a prompt sound, there is binding information sent, a look at the account 200000.

At this time, the old man's mobile phone rang, he looked at it, embarrassed to say to Jiangnan: "young man, I'll answer a phone call, let poetry accompany you to chat."

Then he got up and left to answer the phone.

Poetry sat down beside the south of the Yangtze River and asked, "our boss has collected jadeite?"

"Well!" Jiangnan nodded: "trade, this also thank you."

"Thank you. I'm old friends." The poem said, "how, have you made any money?"

"A little bit." Jiangnan said.

"It's good to make money." "I'm worried that you will lose money," he said with a sigh of relief

"Good luck this time." Jiangnan smiles.

"By the way, how much did you make?" Zhu Shishi asked again.

"70000."

Jiangnan said with a smile.

He doesn't have to hide it. There's the old man there. He can't hide it if he wants to.

"Ah?"

Zhu Shishi covered his mouth in shock: "seven Seventy thousand, is that still a little bit? "