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Yang Zimei deliberately pretended to be poisoned by his ecstasy, and asked obsessively, "How much will it cost?"
"Little girl, how much money do you have?"
The stall owner thought she had been tricked, so he wanted to take all the money in her pocket.
He has set up a stall here for many years, watching all kinds of people coming and going every day, and he can clearly spot the rich and those pretending to be rich at a glance.
Yang Zimei seems to be wearing ordinary casual clothes, but the material and tailoring are completely tailored, especially her skin is white and tender, her eyes are clear, and she is not confused by various objects on the street stall. It is absolutely impossible for someone who is pampered to have such a magnanimity.
Therefore, he also thought that she was a fool who could be slaughtered.
"Well, not much, there should be more than a hundred thousand in the card." Yang Zimei also deliberately replied with an ignorant and naive expression.
Hearing that she has hundreds of thousands of dollars on her body, the stall owner's eyes lit up cunningly, "Little girl, this is Concubine Yang's perfume bottle. It is a peerless antique. If it is auctioned at an antique auction, it will definitely fetch a sky-high price." Yes, for the sake of your beauty, I will be at a disadvantage, and I will sell it to you for 100,000 yuan, if you want it, hurry up, lest I miss this village, and there will be no such shop."
"Yeah, I'm so excited, if I change hands again, wouldn't it be a big blow?" Yang Zimei teased.
"Yeah, this is something that can make hundreds of thousands of dollars just by changing hands. I'm only willing to let the girl pick it up for such a good thing." If the wholesale price of ten yuan in his hand is sold for one hundred thousand, he will be fine if he doesn't need to do business this month.
"I really want to buy it, but—"
Yang Zimei blinked, "Why do you let me earn such a lucrative thing? Wouldn't it be better for you to take it to the auction house to auction it yourself?"
The stall owner saw that Yang Zimei didn't seem to be stupid enough, so he pretended to sigh and mourn, "I also want to take it directly to the auction house to be auctioned, but look, we are just low-class people who set up a stall. On such a high-end occasion as the auction, we won’t even be allowed to enter the door, only noble people like you can enter, so we can only suffer a little bit and let the girl make a big profit.”
"So that's it."
Yang Zimei pretended to be suddenly enlightened, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of objects in his stall that shone like ancient objects, and there were two more.
One of them was a poorly made bronze Buddha statue, and the other was a scroll painting.
She was secretly happy, and then she pretended to be very helpless and said to the host, "Uncle, I really want to earn this money, but I only have 300 yuan in cash with me. Although there is some money on the card, it was stolen by me the day before yesterday Mom is frozen and can't be used. I can't afford Concubine Yang's perfume bottle, otherwise, I'll just pick two imitations and go back to play."
When the stall owner heard this, his smiling face was replaced by a chopping face, and he said angrily: "Really, if you don't have money, you should have said it earlier, and I wasted my breath and expression."
"I'm sorry, uncle, let me take a look at this painting."
Yang Zimei pointed to the dilapidated scroll painting.
"My painting is also from an ancient painting. I can't look at it first. I have to pay first. The price is 300 yuan." The stall owner said.
It's really no business without business, no business without business!
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