The Vietnamese folks are sophisticated, but they are really just shrews who have never seen the world, and are often deceived by those black-hearted outsiders without realizing it.
At this time, Old Chen greeted the others and started bargaining. At first, the fellow still argued a few words, saying that it was something from the Hu Dynasty. It was recently dug out from the soil. Old Chen was unmoved, and he chose one by one. The price was bargained one by one. Gu Nanshan's group of little brothers stood and watched while holding their chests. The fellow villager couldn't help but was ordered by Old Chen and sold seven or eight pieces.
Seeing how happy the Vietnamese are, I thought it was a big advantage.
Old Chen motioned to Gu Nanshan, "Okay, there is something that is not good enough in the bag. Go find the next one."
Next, Lao Chen followed the previous routine. First, he went straight into the car, letting the fellows let go of their guards, and then swollen face to fill the fat man, put on the appearance of a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, and led him to take out his family. Then he greeted the younger brother to hug him, folded his arms and watched, cutting off his way. Finally, choose carefully and save the seeds.
Wang Laoqi can be regarded as an eye-opener. He has heard Lao Chen say that this batch of goods can be increased tenfold when returning to Beijing, "Or you will make money, but you will not make money when you grow sugarcane."
Seeing how he was about to move, Old Chen smiled and pointed him and said, "Seeing that the shop is not there, the third counter from the left, the third floor, the bronze statue of the green little Buddha head, you go and bargain with him, 700 yuan. Take it within and sell it to the Taoists on your side after returning to China. Don't make a shot for less than three thousand people. Make sure that the group is rushing for it.
Wang Laoqi smiled sullenly, "Boss Chen, how did you know that we have a group of scouting customers who go to the countryside to scrape the land?"
Old Chen smiled and said nothing.
Wang Lao Qixing rushed to the shop to bargain.
The king was still called Xiao Wang at that time, "Brother Chen, look at what you did just now, and you have taken a lot of advantage of this group of fellow villagers. Have you done this thing before?"
Old Chen snorted, "I think of pitting foreigners, but foreigners are going north and south. Apart from the language barrier, there is really nothing to be afraid of these buns. I have just these little tricks. As early as the Eight-Power Allied Forces, the foreign ghosts were in our country. The unsophisticated fellow goes round and round again and again."
Seeing that the sweeping was almost done, the group of people behind them had already carried a few large pockets. Gu Nanshan told them: "Be gentle, without bumps, everyone will have to sell this batch of goods to everyone. Sub-benefits."
Old Chen laughed and said, "If you guys like it, you can pick some of them and put them at home. Some of them are pretty good. They will be placed in the town house at home to gather water and attract wealth." After finishing, Old Chen's eyes Yiliang said, "Don't leave, take a look over there, maybe you still have a little bit of trouble, just use it as a bonus."
Looking along the line of Lao Chen, I saw an old man standing on the corner of the street cringing, without a backpack, no tarp paper under his feet, holding his arms tightly, watching people coming and going. His lips squirmed, as if he wanted to shout, but he didn't dare to speak.
Old Chen smiled and said, "This person is either carrying the murder case or carrying good things on his back. Brother Gu, go and take a look. Wang and Laoqi are also here. You are waiting here now."
As soon as the man saw someone walking towards him, he stepped back two steps, and then he stood up as if inflated.
"Sir, I'm from Japan, and I especially admire Vietnam's long-standing culture. I love Vietnam and want to buy some souvenirs to return to China. Do you have any specialties in your hands?"
Wang Laoqi looked at Lao Chen speaking Chinese in a Japanese accent with a speechless face, but he still translated it. (End of this chapter)