The wife of Xiangjiang boss who disappeared for ten years is back

Chapter 135 When we are clubs~
The buyer didn't say he wouldn't buy it, but started nagging again.

"The color of yours is fading too much. When I touch it with my hand, the color will fade away. If I take it back, the pattern will definitely be wiped clean."

The bald head annoyed him, so he picked up the discolored bottle and smashed it hard at his feet.

With a bang, her heart also broke along with the bottle.

The fault-finding person jumped up on the spot in fright, and took a few steps back to hide.

The bald head sneered contemptuously, turned around and sat down on the booth, and looked at the faultfinder with a ferocious smile.

How could the fault-finding person dare to stay any longer, and hurried away in fright.

She rolled up the clothes on her wrists and walked over curiously.

When he got to the broken porcelain, he kicked it on purpose, and kicked the place where the point was pointing up to the side.

With a bald head, he looked at the person but not the face. He looked at the pocket watch first, then at the bracelet, and looked down at the bare bottle Fang Zongtang pointed his finger at, before calling the price directly.

"Two hundred, do you want love or not?"

She pretended to be frightened by the loud voice, lowered her head, and looked at the bottle for a while.

"Xingzu, look at this bottle, it's used as a vase, does it look good?" She asked Zhang Xingzu in a low voice.

The latter hurriedly said with a smile, "Sister, all the ones you choose look good."

Chen Zhen took out the money neatly: "This is what I need."

When the bald man saw the money, he lost a lot of his anger. He pointed at the box behind him and said, "There are a few more bottles like this, which are also 200 yuan. Do you want them?"

Fang Zongtang held the bottle and shook his head: "One is enough."

The bald man muttered that he didn't know the goods, and ignored them.

Fang Zongtang held the bottle and walked out for more than ten meters before lowering his voice and saying that only they knew the secret language.

"Take it in a while!"

Zhang Xingzu nodded quickly.

After walking a few more steps, I arrived at the stall of ancient coins.A pile of dark iron bumps and rusty copper coins were placed on the tattered cloth.

Seeing them approaching, the stall owner said directly: "100 yuan a piece, these are all rare antiques, originally used by the emperor."

She turned away.

The stall owner saw her leaving, and hurriedly said: "81 pieces, after passing this village, there will be no such shop."

She sneered directly: "Take us for fools, a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron, I don't know which recycling bin I picked up, I don't want to give it to me for nothing!"

Zhang Xingzu immediately followed up and said: "That's right, treat us as sticks~"

The stall owner laughed in his heart, and said in his heart: It's not a stick, you are tricking people into buying the goods that were smashed in your hands?
Chen Zhen: "Let's go, don't waste time, no one wants his things after seeing him."

The stall owner was anxious when he heard this: "Whose things are you saying no one wants?"

She took advantage of the situation to go back and walked to the front of the stall.

"You are too dishonest. Don't look at us as young, just treat us as fools. You don't even look at your things, how rusty they are? Even if you sell them to scrap collectors, you can't sell them for two yuan money."

The stall owner argued anxiously: "What do you know? Do you know where this is? This is Xiaoliyuan, a place where antiquities are dumped. These are all serious antiquities."

She laughed straight away: "I believe in old things. A coin dropped in the toilet for two years can still be as old as it is."

The stall owner made her choke so hard that she couldn't speak.

Zhang Xingzu urged Fang Zongtang to leave.

"Sister, let's go. Dad will be here soon. It's time to tell us that we bought things randomly."

Chen Zhen retorted for Fang Zongtang: "We are buying him a birthday gift, so why are we buying random things?"

Zhang Xingzu said with a wary look: "We don't understand, don't let others fool us."

The voice of the conversation was just right enough that the stall owner could hear a little bit.

(End of this chapter)