God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 401

The female stall owner naturally refused, and still insisted on the price of 6000 yuan.

Xu Jingxing was not in a hurry, he added it up little by little, and at the same time gradually put pressure on the other party in words, and when it reached 4000 yuan, he began to speak harshly, "Sister, I really can't add more, just 4000 yuan, you If you still don't agree, we can leave."

The female stall owner began to hesitate, and after hesitating for a long time, she begged: "Big brother, add more."

"You..." He made an angry look, and after a while he replied resentfully: "All right, all right, count me as unlucky, and add another five hundred, okay?"

"This..." The female stall owner was still a little unwilling, but seeing him make a gesture to turn around and leave, she nodded hurriedly, "Four thousand and five is four thousand five."

Seeing the female stall owner let go, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, blinked at Mr. Lian, paid the bill with the QR code, and then, without packaging, directly held the dark-looking purple clay pot with Mr. Lian leave.

After leaving the female stall owner, the old and the young looked at each other and smiled.

The old man smiled and said: "Okay, you still look decent when you bargain."

He also laughed: "Where is that? That is to say, the stall owner is a layman. I can't bear to bully her, otherwise..."

"Oh? Where did you learn these methods?" The old man asked with a smile.

"Hey, don't you know?" He smiled proudly, "I earned my sister's first medical expenses only by setting up a street stall in the antique market."

"How much is it?"

"It seems to be more than 2, two days, two days," he said here, with a look of pride on his face, it was the first time in his life that he made such a large sum of money at once. Money is the first money he earned after getting the Ruyi Gloves, and it was also the first bumper harvest after his life took a turn. Since then, his business has grown bigger and better.

You said, how could he not be proud?

The old man was really a little surprised, "You can make so much money by setting up a street stall?"

"Hehe, you don't understand now. Others may earn hard money by setting up street stalls, but I earn money by setting up street stalls. My craftsmanship is not bad. Of course, I earn more than those second-hand dealers. "

"That's true," the old man nodded. "With your level, it's really not a lot of money to make such a small amount of money. However, you just said that you were paying for your sister's medical expenses? What's the situation?"

"Leukemia, I had a bone marrow transplant," he said lightly.

But the old man was startled, "Leukemia? Bone marrow transplant?" Seeing him nodding, he asked, "How is it now?"

"The operation was very successful. Up to now, there hasn't been a single rejection reaction. It's just that I can't go to places with many people."

"Fortunately, fortunately," the old man nodded, and then asked, "What about going to school?"

"I hired a private tutor," he said with a smile, "My younger sister is very smart. Even if she is self-taught, she was in the top ten in the final exam years ago. If there is no accident, she will be able to take the college entrance examination and pass the exam. Go to her favorite Capital University."

"Capital University..." The old man was stunned again, "Well, Capital University is also good."

He was a little speechless, that's Capital University, so it's just not bad?
But when he thought of the old man's background, he was speechless. Compared with the school that this old man had been to, Capital University was really not bad.

However, he soon discovered that the old man had found out his details unconsciously. Although it was not a secret, and there was nothing shady about it, the old man just picked it out bit by bit. It still made him a little startled.

Fortunately, the old man didn't seem to have any malice towards him, otherwise, he would have sold himself without knowing it.

So he subconsciously changed the subject, "Old man, how did you find this pot?"

"I said I sensed it, do you believe it?" The old man asked back with a smile.

"Trust," he nodded without hesitation.

"Huh? Believe it all? I'm just talking about it casually," the old man was surprised instead.

He smiled and explained: "Because I have met such a person who has no culture, let alone antique appraisal, but he is a very good second-hand dealer. When selling antiques, he rarely misses, relying on feeling," he said. It was none other than Comrade Yang, who could be called his half-teacher.

Of course, his description of Lao Yang's ability was a bit exaggerated, but he didn't lie in essence, because Comrade Lao Yang really relied on his feelings to identify antiques.

The old man didn't think he was talking nonsense, but nodded understandingly, "There are indeed such people, and I have seen a few, but I feel that this thing is the most unreliable and is easily influenced by various factors. , especially after becoming greedy, all intuition has become an illusion."

"That's right, that's right, the person I'm talking about understands this very well. He is very cautious. If something goes wrong, he would rather give up than take any risks. Therefore, he has never made a lot of money, but his small life is quite comfortable. He is a capable person. One who overcomes greed."

"It's amazing who can overcome greed."

"What about you? Can you overcome your greed?" He asked boldly.

"I'm far behind." The old man smiled and pointed to the purple clay pot in his hand. "When I see something good, I can't help but want to sell it."

"Hey, it's indeed a good thing, but it shouldn't be a great treasure to you, right?" He said, handing the purple clay pot to the old man.

The old man didn't answer, but asked with a smile, "How do you know it's a good thing?"

He laughed and said: "I said I sensed it too, do you believe it?" But he took the excuse that the old man said just now and used it again.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then pointed at him and laughed, "You, you are the one who refuses to suffer," he said with a straight face, pretending to be stern, "But you have to say something about Zi Wu Yin today." Be ugly, or I won't forgive you."

Hearing this, he scratched his head with a bitter face, "Isn't it difficult for you to force others? I really haven't studied antique identification."

"Didn't you set up a street stall in the antique market? Even if you haven't learned it, you should have seen a lot, and you are so sure that this pot is a good thing, even if you judge it by feeling, tell me about your feeling ," but the old man really didn't intend to spare him, with an attitude of seeking the bottom line.

He said helplessly: "Okay, I decided to submit to your power." After speaking, he put on a serious face, "I have never studied antique appraisal, but I eat the rice of arts and crafts, and I have the most basic knowledge. Appreciation of arts and crafts, so to get this pot, first of all, start from the aspect of arts and crafts.”

(End of this chapter)