"This Mr. Huo, I wonder if you are still willing to buy my tree?"
Yang He was anxious to take the money and go to Shenzhen in a few days, so he hurriedly asked Huo Wenhua.
"It is natural to buy it. If you have no objection to the price, I will pay you first, and I will ask Rang to cut down the tree and move it away." Huo Wenhua looked at the old nanmu tree in front of him, and thought of his father , sadness welled up again.
"Wait!"
Yang Zimei said to Yang He, "Uncle, this tree is golden nanmu, an extremely precious tree species. It has been used exclusively by the royal family since ancient times. It is the best wood for making coffins. A thousand yuan is really too little."
Yang He was worried that Yang Zimei's words would scare the God of Wealth away, so he pulled her and whispered, "Niu Niu, what are you talking about? A thousand yuan is a lot, and usually a tree can only be bought for a few dozen yuan. Your uncle and I are We have to rely on it to make money!"
"Uncle, believe me, this tree costs at least 10,000 yuan." Yang Zimei actually didn't know how much a golden nanmu was worth. Precious, almost equal to the price of gold.
This tree is an old tree, at least a hundred years old. Based on the material living standard of 92 years, more than 10,000 yuan should be about the same.
Yang He was shocked when he heard this, and felt that Yang Zimei was really a lion. At that time, building a building in the countryside was only more than 10,000 yuan, and he could even buy a one-hundred-square-meter house in the city. The house is gone.
How could such a tree be worth more than 10,000 yuan
Huo Wenhua and Hua Shaoguang looked at each other when they heard what she said.
Because the golden nanmu is extremely precious, the wood is strong and luxurious, and there is no market for it. To see one here is simply a miracle. Huo Wenhua was a businessman, seeing that Yang He didn't understand the preciousness of this tree, it was kind of him to offer a thousand dollars.
Unexpectedly, a girl of a few years old would see through the preciousness of this tree.
"Mr. Huo, if you want to make a good coffin for your father, it is the most appropriate choice. If you choose a place with a treasured geomantic omen, where the wind gathers energy, it will surely bless your Huo family with great wealth and make you a rich man of the generation. So, without 15,000 yuan, we won't sell you the tree." Yang Zimei said in a serious manner.
"You still know Fengshui?" Huo Wenhua's eyes lit up. These days, he and Hua Shaoguang traveled to many places, but they never found a suitable place.
"Yes. My master said that I have natural Feng Shui eyes." Yang Zimei nodded. She is only five years old now, and facing the embarrassment of her family, she really doesn't know what to do. Now that she sees Huo Wenhua, she will naturally not let this benefactor go. However, he had Hua Shaoguang by his side, and she knew that she looked small and people would not believe her, so she revealed her special ability so that he could ask her to help him find a feng shui place.
"Natural Feng Shui eyes? Humph!" Hua Shaoguang snorted coldly, "I learned to brag at a young age, and I will at most be a godsend in the future."
In her previous life, she was often called the death stick, so when Yang Zimei heard the word "god stick", a certain emotion arose in her heart, and she felt very uncomfortable.
"Oh, Niuniu, don't make peace, I still want to sell trees, Mr. Huo, what do you think?" Yang He saw that the topic between Huo Wenhua and Yang Zimei had broken up again, worried that it would affect his tree sales, so he hurriedly interrupted and yelled.
Huo Wenhua looked at him and nodded, "Okay, 15,000 deals."
"One... ten thousand... five?" Yang He felt his tongue curling up. Just now, he wanted to say a thousand dollars, "Really...really?"
"If you are still not satisfied, we can discuss it again." Huo Wenhua said.
"Satisfied, satisfied, very satisfied, deal." Worried that Huo Wenhua would regret it, Yang He hurriedly nodded in agreement.