Chapter 149： one word hit

Yan Zhixu's fingers moved slightly.

No rush, no rush to pay.

He kept staring at Ji Zhou, and saw that the anxiety in his eyes gradually cracked, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

Taking the calculator he put in front of him, seeing the numbers he entered, his lips parted slightly, "This is the real hand-filling type."

The stiffness on his face was put away, adhering to the principle that the customer is God, and he was not angry at all.

He still smiled, "Miss, this is the real price, not just entered casually."

Yan Zhixu was unmoved, his eyes fell on the screen of the calculator, and his slender index finger pointed at the screen, "What's the price of these two thousand seven?"

There was no anger on his face, and his voice sounded low and hoarse, but a little guilty conscience poured out inexplicably from the bottom of his heart.

Ji Zhou pointed at the peach wood sword, "The two thousand seven is the money for this peach wood sword."

"so."

Yan Zhixu nodded and tapped the cashier with his fingers.

She seemed to know why the shopkeeper's eloquence was so good, but the others were still in a hurry and didn't want to buy anything.

This price is too expensive, the shouting is too dark, and it is not that the head is flooded, and the mentally retarded spends so much money to buy these things.

Ji Zhou wondered, what does this young lady mean, do you believe it or not?

He didn't say anything, he kept this expression on his face, calmly testing his ability to bear.

After two minutes, Yan Zhixu said lightly, "How old is this peach wood sword."

Her eyes were fixed on Ji Zhou, and she clearly saw that the tension in his eyes was much relieved.

He picked up the peach wood sword and played a few handsome moves in his hand.

After playing, he put the peach wood sword on the cashier counter, and he opened his mouth with a lot of praise, "This peach wood sword is 800 years old, so it's so expensive. It's hard to find a peach wood sword that has been around for such a long time. The kind that has no market price.”

What he said was dry and tongue-tied, Yan Zhixu watched with relish, his tongue pressed against his teeth socket, and the banter in his eyes was extremely strong.

She picked up the peach wood sword, "Eight hundred years? Are you sure?"

Ji Zhou's heart thumped, his face remained unchanged, and he pretended to be calm, "Of course, this is the eight-hundred-year-old peach wood sword!"

Holy crap, this young lady must have seen something, right? So I have been reluctant to pay as a big buck.

The idea came out of a cold and was quickly suppressed by him.

"But... I didn't even see that it was eight hundred years old."

Yan Zhixu's eyes suddenly became sharp, like an out-of-body blade, sharp enough to easily harvest a human head.

Ji Zhou felt that the coldness was about to get into his pores, and the dead duck was still unwilling to compromise easily, "Miss, this is 800 years old."

She probably didn't see anything, she just said it on purpose to find out his details.

Hey, I originally thought it was a silly white sweet, but I didn't expect it to be so hard to deceive.

Yan Zhixu's eyes returned to calm, as if the sharpness just now was just an illusion.

She took a peach wood sword and looked at it, with a wild ruffian between her eyebrows, her tone was affirmative, "Its age is less than 180 years at most."

One word hit!

Ji Zhou's body was stiff, the disguise in his eyes was completely broken, and he looked at her in disbelief.

Damn, this is an expert who can tell the exact year of this peach wood sword with a single glance.

Yan Zhixu weighed the wooden sword, "The 180-year-old peach wood sword, do you want to sell it to me for 2700?"

Does she look a lot like a douchebag?