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

She bumped into each other just after leaving home, which shows that they are really destined.

She had seen the scar-faced Tiger Master in both Xiangjiang and Beijing.

The remaining one was a slightly younger middle-aged man who contacted her and asked her to round up the ancient coins twice.

The two became neighbors again.

Fang Zongtang really wanted to say, they are really a God-given fate~

"Let's go apart, go apart!"

She originally planned to take none of them with her, but Song Yi couldn't help but didn't understand her meaning and drove away her son instead of her father.

"Ah Tang, don't worry, they won't recognize you!"

Fang Zongtang rolled his eyes at the person who spoke, and picked him up quickly with his arm.

Master Hu happened to have the flowers, birds, fish and insects she wanted, but she couldn't go directly!

His eyes glanced to the side of the person who sold her two pimples, and his eyes glanced to the ground.

Oh boy, another pile of rust bumps.

He turned on his heels and walked directly towards the rusty pimple stall owner.

"What should you do with your pair of rags?"

When the owner of the rusty knot stall heard what Fang Zongtang said, he immediately became furious.

"What rags? These are all antiques."

Fang Zongtang picked up one of the rust lumps and looked at it.

"Antique that smells like salted fish?"

One sentence made the rusty lump stall owner anxious again.

"What's the smell of salted fish? The smell of salted fish came from the fish seller over there."

Fang Zongtang took another look with disgust: "It still smells like fish. How come it doesn't look like an antique? Why can't I tell?"

The owner of the rusty pimple stall said with a look of disgust: "I think you are a fisherman. Everything you smell smells like fish."

Fang Zongtang: "Your guess is quite accurate. I'm not a fisherman, I'm a fish collector. The goods are not available today, so it's a waste of time."

After the rusty pimple stall owner heard what she said, he immediately began to be perfunctory and stopped talking to her.

Fang Zongtang: "Come here, tell me, how do you sell this pile of things?"

The rusty lump stall owner couldn't listen anymore. "What a pile, I sell this by the piece, one hundred thousand, no price!"

Ouch~ Does this sound familiar to you?
"What you think is quite beautiful~"

Stall Owner: Does this sound sound familiar?
I looked up at Fang Zongtang several times but didn’t recognize him!

"Do you want to buy it or not? If not, then leave quickly and don't hinder my business." The stall owner waved his hand away.

Fang Zongtang snorted and said, "Just give this thing to me for free, I don't even want it!"

The stall owner didn't like hearing it.

"What do you know? These are my treasures. Does Xiaoliyuan know? There used to be a woman who bought goods from me and sold them for 20 yuan a piece at the same price. People who bought it were like robbing of."

Fang Zongtang: Isn’t this about her?
She remembers asking her to sell it for 10 yuan, not 20 yuan?

Are you bragging enough to give her an extra [-]?

No one but her could take a fancy to this pile of rust bumps.

I guess the stall owner can use her to buy this thing and brag about it for the rest of his life.

"Then just hold on to your rusty pimple and wait slowly to see if anyone is willing to take it!"

She put down these words, turned around and left.

Stall owner: "Come back, come back~"

The familiar smell came out again.

Fang Zongtang didn't even take a step forward.

Turned around again.

"How much does one cost? Have you figured it out?"

The stall owner looked like he was losing money and said: "Others, I will definitely sell it for 500 yuan or [-] yuan. If you like it, I will take it for [-] yuan a piece."

Fang Zongtang: It’s better to dream and do beautiful things.

"It's 20 yuan a piece. If it sells, I'll sell it. If it doesn't sell, I'll throw it away!"

The stall owner immediately started to frown.

20 yuan is too little.

He blew out all his 20 to [-] yuan worth of money, and everyone who asked him said he was crazy about money. (End of chapter)