The reborn peasant girl has space for farming

Chapter 575 Old Stingy

Bai Meixi took out one of the 100 bottles of Maotai as a meeting gift for Uncle Yong. Maotai is the best wine of this era, especially a bottle of this top-quality Maotai is hard to find.

When Xu Yimao and Bai Meixi came to the door with such good wine, the expression on Uncle Yong's face could definitely be described as a smile like a flower.

"Xiao Xu, why are you so polite? You even brought such a good Maotai." Uncle Yong took the bottle of Maotai, opened the cap directly, and took a sip from the bottle.

Such a coherent movement is obviously that of an old drunkard who is not willing to waste a single second.

"Of course I have something to do. This friend of mine is very interested in Mr. Qi's Twelve Landscapes. I would like you to show me the way." Xu Yimao directly explained the purpose of his visit. He took out a paper bag containing edamame and edamame for drinking. Peanuts and half a pound of pork head to take away are all good dishes to go with wine.

"No problem, I'll take care of this matter. Isn't it just the twelve mountains and rivers? I'll just ask Lao Ou to show it to you."

Uncle Yong was in high spirits after taking two sips of wine. He patted his chest and assured that this matter would be absolutely fine. He had known Lao Stingy for many years and knew that he was short of money recently and could not make a living with those paintings, so he would definitely sell them.

Bai Meixi was very happy when she heard the news. She stood at Uncle Yong's house and watched him drink more than half a bottle of wine before stopping.

Uncle Yong was a good drinker, but his drinking capacity was not high. After half a bottle of wine, he was already swaying and couldn't even speak clearly.

"Let's go, I'll take you to find Lao Stingy. He hasn't paid back the money he owed me last time. I just want to get it back from him."

Uncle Yong put on a military coat and took Xu Yimao and Bai Meixi out. His blood was boiling all over and he didn't feel cold at all, but Bai Meixi was a little worried when he saw his drunk and aggressive appearance. , Uncle Yong’s current appearance is not to mention leading the way, it’s good to be able to recognize his own home.

"It's okay. Uncle Yong is usually like this. He can't do anything without drinking. Now this state is just right." Xu Yimao is used to Uncle Yong's drunk and aggressive appearance. He is usually not very courageous, but after drinking , immediately became loud and rough, and dared to yell at anyone he saw. People who are familiar with him know this and don't care about it.

Bai Meixi immediately understood what Xu Yimao meant. Uncle Yong is a typical drunkard who dares to talk to others only after drinking. Or maybe he is not drunk at all, but just drinks himself into a coward. I let out my temper that I normally wouldn't dare to lose.

Bai Meixi was very curious about what kind of person that old stingy was, that he would trust a coward like Uncle Yong so much.

Lao Stingy's home was not far away, just across the street from Uncle Yong. Not only did he not resent Uncle Yong's drunken appearance, he opened the door and let him in.

The stingy man looked similar to what Bai Meixi had imagined. He was hunched over and wrapped in a torn cotton jacket.

"Old Ou, these people want to buy paintings from you, hurry up and take out your twelve pieces, don't keep them at home, they will get moldy." Uncle Yong leaned on the small bed in the bedroom, typing lazily. A yawn, as if Lao Stingy owes him a huge sum of money and must sell these paintings to pay off the debt quickly.

"Every time you bring people to my place, can anyone see those paintings?" Lao Stingy nagged a few words to Uncle Yong, venting his dissatisfaction, but he still opened the cabinet door, and from then on A large number of scrolls were taken out.Bai Meixi has collected so many things, and this was the first time she saw someone paying no attention to the collection. She couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of these paintings. If they were really Mr. Qi's paintings, how could they be so ruined.

"Don't you want to take a look? Take a good look. This is a rare good thing." Lao Stingy didn't care about Bai Meixi's eyes at all. He unfolded the painting and hung it on a hook.

Although this stingy old man’s collection techniques were rough, the paintings were well preserved. Not only were they not damaged at all, they did not even show signs of yellowing due to moisture. They were works of high quality.

Bai Meixi couldn't understand paintings. She could only see that these paintings were covered with large and small seals and signatures. They were very similar to those collected in her space. They should be the original works of Mr. Qi.

Xu Yimao nodded to Bai Meixi. These paintings were the same ones he had asked someone to identify before, and they were definitely authentic.

"We bought all these paintings. Can you give us a price?" After getting Bai Meixi's approval, Xu Yimao started to negotiate the price. He thought it was just a process, but he didn't expect this stingy old man to raise the price. After he actually brought the customer, he actually asked for 800 yuan, which was a full 200 yuan more expensive than the previously agreed price.

Xu Yimao suddenly lost his composure. Haggling is common in this industry. Usually, it is normal for people to add dozens of yuan to leave room for bargaining when quoting, but this stingy man suddenly increased his price by 200 yuan. , let him explain to the customer.

Bai Meixi sat there silently and had no intention of buying these paintings immediately. Xu Yimao kept interpreting the expression on Bai Meixi's face. She was obviously not very enthusiastic about these paintings. Not as good as the look on her face when she saw the pair of jade bracelets.

Xu Yimao immediately understood and began to bargain. He must not let this business fall into his hands.

"It's too expensive. You said 600 yuan before. If you had said 800 yuan from the beginning, I wouldn't have brought the customer here at all." Xu Yimao felt that this old stingy was causing trouble. He was doing a lot of business with this business. Zhou Zhang, if he lets his cooked duck fly, he will definitely not be able to spare him in the future.

"It's just 800 yuan. If you don't bargain, just buy it." Lao Stingy only had these dozen paintings in his hand, so he naturally wanted to sell them for more money. This time, before Xu Yimao opened his mouth, Uncle Yong became anxious. Lao Stingy's paintings used to cost 50 yuan a piece, but no one bought them. Now that the price is going up, wouldn't it mean that they won't be able to sell them for the rest of their lives?

"Old Ou, why did you tell me before that you would sell it for 600 yuan? Now that I have brought people here, you have to raise the price. Isn't this not giving me face!" Uncle Yong has long been conquered by the bottle of Maotai. She firmly stood by Bai Meixi's side, not to mention that Lao Mengmen was in poor health recently and had to be hospitalized. This money was his medical expenses. If he kept dragging on like this, he might even drag his own life into it.

"Okay, okay, 600 is 600, no more." After seeing Bai Meixi's indifferent look, Lao Stingy was afraid that the deal would collapse, so he directly put the paintings in front of Xu Yimao Pushing, he turned his back and sighed.

"Then let's settle the deal for 600 yuan." Bai Meixi took out the money. In fact, she didn't care. Even Mr. Qi's painting was worth 800 yuan, but she hated people like Lao Stingy who raise prices on purpose. After delaying for a while, he was asked to submit obediently.

She carried the paintings out of the house and gave Xu Yimao a commission of 60 yuan. He did a good job in the past two days, which increased her future wealth by hundreds of millions.

(End of this chapter)