Chapter 911： Provincial City Flea Market 2

Zhao Xiulan was stunned for a while, looked at the old grandfather with some puzzlement and said, "Uh, grandfather, didn't you just tell someone to ask for five dollars? Why did you just give me three dollars?"

Is it possible to sell things and look at people's quotations?

I think that the couple may have a little more money, so the price is higher. I think she is young and probably has no money, so the price is lower?

The old man said arrogantly, "If they don't know the goods, I will order more money. Seeing that you are a good girl, I will charge you three yuan."

"what?"

Can you do this?

Zhao Xiulan was stunned for a moment.

The old man pouted and asked Zhao Xiulan, "What's the matter? I said girl, maybe you don't want it? If you don't want it, then forget it."

Zhao Xiulan hurriedly nodded and replied, "I want it, uncle, of course I want it, that's fine, sell this cabinet to me, and I'll give you the money."

"Come, look, do you have anything else you want?" the old man said again.

"Well, uncle, I'll take a look and buy it if I need it."

Zhao Xiulan also wanted to try her luck again to see if she could meet any treasures.

Since you can come across a wardrobe made of huanghuali, maybe you can come across something better.

Zhao Xiulan searched and found it.

A table of the Eight Immortals, made of rosewood.

Zhao Xiulan suddenly felt that he had found a treasure, and asked the old man, "Master, how much is this Eight Immortals Table?"

The old man squinted, looked at Zhao Xiulan a few times, and then said, "You little girl, you have a good eye, do you recognize what the Eight Immortals Table is made of?"

When asked by the uncle, Zhao Xiulan probably couldn't hide it. The uncle must have seen something.

So Zhao Xiulan nodded, "Well, sir, I know that the Eight Immortals Table is made of red rosewood, right?"

The old man nodded with satisfaction, "That's right, girl, it's rare to see that you're so young, but since you know the goods, you should also give three yuan for the Eight Immortals Table."

Seeing that it had been said, Zhao Xiulan asked the uncle puzzled, "Uncle, since you also recognize this thing and know that it is made of red rosewood, you should know how valuable it is, why sell it to me so cheaply?"

"If you don't sell it to you, you can't sell it to others? There are many people who don't know the goods in this world. Rather than selling them to those who don't know the goods, I might as well sell them to you, lest this good thing be bought back and ruined by others."

The old man said, sighed, and felt regretful just thinking about it.

How many good things have been ruined?

It's a pity that he can't change anything. No matter how precious things are, how many things have been destroyed in this age? He has seen so much that he is not surprised, but it is a pity for these things.

Zhao Xiulan actually thought that what the old man said was very reasonable. It was a pity that these good things were sold to people who didn't know the goods.

Zhao Xiulan searched again and found nothing good.

But looking at the old man like this, Zhao Xiulan always felt that the old man had some good things, so he said to the old man, "Master, do you have any other good things, I will buy them from you, the price is easy to say!

Or I can exchange things with you. I have meat, chickens, fish, eggs, and refined grains. You can see what you need, and I can give it to you. "

Zhao Xiulan pondered that if it was an ordinary thing, the uncle probably wouldn't like it, and he had to get some treasures.

And the most precious thing in this era is food, especially meat, who can not be moved after listening to it.