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

Chapter 211 I sell things based on people’s taste. If I don’t like it, I won’t sell it for 100 yuan!
The bald-headed man got angry, took 100 yuan from her hand, picked up a rag, and threw it on her footsteps together with Maza.

"Fuck off~"

She hugged the horse and rags and ran away!
There are more and more people in Xiaoli Garden.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted Song Yi and the others wandering nearby, making gestures as if they were fanning themselves.

Stay away and don't get in the way!
Not two minutes after she sat down, an old man came up and asked.

"how much is this?"

She looked up at the sky and said without bowing her head: "One hundred thousand, no two prices!"

Instead of being scared away by the high price, the old man squatted down.

"It's a little more expensive, but it's a little cheaper!"

She lowered her head and glanced at the fan in the old man's hand.

"Can you lend me your fan?"

The old man handed her the fan indifferently.

She unfolded the fan and pointed at the rusty bumps that the old man was looking at.

"I sell things to see people, and I don't like them. If you give me 100 million, I won't sell them!"

The old man picked up the iron lump, looked at it, and talked to her at the same time.

"Do you like me?"

She nodded immediately.

"You are a local and have a sense of culture. You are very careful when handling my things. Based on these three points, I believe you will treat my family heirlooms well!"

When the old man heard what she said, he immediately laughed and joked: "Is this the heirloom that made your baby look like this?"

She directly pointed out what the original stall owner said: "Things from more than 1000 years ago, no matter how well protected they are, they will rust. This just shows that my stuff is real!"

The old man laughed, and started to haggle the price without manners at all.

"fifty thousand."

The bald-headed stall owner nearby looked this way twice at first, and when he saw that no one was leaving, he picked up something to look at, and then looked twice more.

After hearing the price call, I immediately pricked up my ears and listened carefully.

She directly took the rust lump from the old man's hand and put it on the rag.

"I told you, I only give you one hundred thousand depending on how you like it. Do you want love!"

The bald man nearby heard the words "whether you want love or not", and his mood was very complicated!

He stopped doing business and just looked straight at Fang Zongtang.

Chen Zhen came over and knelt down next to the old man.

The old man seemed to know Chen Zhen. When he saw him coming, he immediately hugged the rusty lump in his hands.

"One hundred thousand is one hundred thousand."

This old man knows his stuff!
She stretched out her hand to the old man: "Pay money with one hand, and give things with the other hand!"

The old man was afraid that Chen Zhen would snatch his things, so he quickly told Fang Zongtang: "I have money lying outside, go and get it now. Let's make an agreement first, you can't sell things to others!"

She shook the fan in her hand.

"I got it, leave this to me first, go get the money quickly. I'll wait for you for half an hour. After half an hour, I won't return this fan!"

When the old man left, he looked back several times and reminded her three times before leaving!

While Chen Zhen was looking at something, he said, "He is a professor at Xiangjiang University and an antique collector. Sister Zong, can I see this thing?" He pointed at the rust bump and asked?

She raised her fan twice, which was taken as her consent.

Chen Zhen weighed it in his hand, shook it again, and immediately took the thing and asked Fang Zongtang.

"Sister Zong, look at this thing. Can it be opened?"

She raised her eyebrows, took the things, and looked at them carefully.

"Let me try!"

She moved her fingers, took off the ring, and was just about to put it aside when someone caught it.

"I'll take it!" Song Yi also came over.

She didn't even look at it, and threw it directly in his direction.

Song Yi held his hand and caught it steadily.

She circled the iron knot with her fingers and dug down hard.

The black powder is dropped by the squeezed brush.

She changed a few more angles and removed what was stuck to it!

(End of this chapter)