Old Chen led everyone in, and occasionally strolled around several shops, and found that there were many antique shops here, all focusing on Buddha statues, bronze Buddhas, or Buddha heads. The big one is two people tall, and the small one is the size of a finger.
Vietnam is also an area where Buddhism has a relatively large influence.
In addition to the bronze Buddha, there are many old products. Old goods are different from antiques. Their value is not stable. If you like it, it is priceless. If you are not interested, it is rubbish.
The most common is the US military trophies seized by the militiamen during the Vietnam War, piles and piles are placed in the antique shop. Among the three little brothers that Gu Nanshan brought with him, there is an army fan who loves these and bought an army helmet and The kind of brass button on the collar.
Symbolically, after making two rounds in the antique shop, Lao Chen randomly picked two strings of bracelets and gave them to Gu Nanshan, "Bring one to my sister-in-law. You can bring this one. Some talk about it."
Gu Nanshan followed goodness like a stream.
The next big head is to sweep the roadside stalls.
Sure enough, as Old Chen expected, there were several stalls scattered among the roadside stalls on these two streets. They looked relatively new, and the look of the stall owners was very rusty and not very sophisticated.
Old Chen smiled and pointed to a middle-aged man sitting in the corner, "Slay this head first. You scatter around, people will not ship if there are too many people. Brother Gu, and... Wang Laoqi, The three of us will go over."
Lao Chen took Wang Laoqi instead of Da Kun's translation because Da Kun was a Vietnamese, and he was afraid that he would take care of the locals when translating.
The middle-aged man shrank in a corner, with a brand new tarpaulin in front of him, and a few small pots on it. Seeing three people walking towards him, he straightened up and pushed the big bag behind him.
Old Chen squinted, bent over and squeezed a jar with mud on it, and whispered, "That's right, it's still fishy."
He smiled and asked the man, "How do you sell this jar?"
Since Da Kun came, Wang Laoqi has been very emotional and worried that he will have no money to take it. At this moment, he finally has the opportunity to do something, so he hastily translated.
After listening to Wang Laoqi’s translation, the Vietnamese made an offer. After listening, Lao Chen smiled and looked at the jar in his hand. He doubled it directly, "Five Thousand Thousand Dongs." ."
Five thousand Vietnamese dong, or five million Vietnamese dong, is equivalent to 2,600 yuan in 2003, which is quite willing to give it.
The Vietnamese saw that this is a stupid foreigner with a lot of money. Isn't this a scam
Old Chen tut was amazed, "It's really a good jar, I don't know if there is a better one."
Wang Laoqi translated it, and the man quickly dragged out the travel bag behind him, unzipped it, and placed it in front of Lao Chen, "There is more!"
Old Chen's eyes lit up, and he handed the jar to Wang Laoqi. He squatted down and looked at it calmly. He said regretfully to Gu Nanshan, "Here, I can basically confirm that it is the group of tombs that came out. Today, we have to eat all of the people in this group, and use my relationship to return to China, and it will be ten times as bad."
Gu Nanshan also said with regret, "Why don't you start now? Where is there such a big miss now."
Old Chen said with regret: "Now we are silly foreigners, but we can't really let people kill pigs. Isn't this not acting?"
After finishing speaking, he said loudly to the confused Vietnamese: "My fellow, your bag is a bit close in age."
After speaking, he motioned to Wang Laoqi to translate. (End of this chapter)