When he came to the store early the next morning, a man walked in shortly after Shen Xing opened the door.
He was wiping the glass cabinet with a rag in his hand. He looked back and said casually: "Wait a minute, Mr., the shop has just opened, you can take a look at it first."
"I called you last night, the customer who ordered the mask, my name is Zhuo Datong." The man said.
While opening his mouth, he looked into the nearby glass cabinet with wood carvings to see if the mask wood carvings were still there.
Shen Xing was taken aback, and he looked at him carefully, and he was somewhat impressed. Although this man looked ordinary, about sixty, he had big bags under his eyes.
But in order to confirm, Shen Xing still said: "Please show me the transfer record of the deposit you paid that day."
Zhuo Datong nodded, took out his mobile phone, called up the transfer page of the prepaid deposit at that time, and gave Shen Xing a glance.
Shen Xing put down the rag, took the key to the storage cabinet inside the counter, opened the cabinet and took out the wooden sculpture of the mask that had been placed.
In order to prevent dust, he deliberately wrapped a layer of special gray gauze, and put the mask on the small table in front of Zhuo Datong.
Zhuo Datong's eyes straightened a little, staring straight at the wooden carving of the mask in front of him, speechless for a moment.
Shen Xing knew that he might have to watch for a while, and didn't say anything. He picked up the rag again and continued cleaning.
After a while, he turned his head and saw Zhuo Datong stretched out his hand and started stroking the mask. Then he asked, "Did you see the mask and remind you of whom?"
Zhuo Datong nodded silently: "This mask looks like my wife who has just passed away."
Shen Xing suddenly.
Zhuo Datong continued: "My wife has been in bed for a long time since two years ago, and all the savings at home have been exhausted to treat her illness. She left until the previous two days."
Shen Xing knew why he only paid the deposit first. The money at home was used to treat his wife. No wonder Zhuo Datong liked the mask wood carving very much, but he didn't buy it until now.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Actually, you don't need to be in such a hurry. Since I promised to keep it for you, it's okay to delay this time. Well, I will give you another discount.
Zhuo Datong was stunned for a moment, then showed a somewhat awkward smile, and said: "This way... okay?"
"What's wrong."
Zhuo Datong didn't say anything more, took out a swollen handkerchief from a waist bag that was wrapped around it, and then opened it layer by layer, counting three thousand yuan from it, and then handed the remaining money to Shen Xing.
Originally, it was 18 thousand yuan, Zhuo Datong first paid a thousand yuan deposit, and then today Shen Xing gave him a three thousand yuan reduction, he only needs to pay another 14 thousand yuan.
After the transaction, Zhuo Datong held the mask and looked left and right, as if the stone in his heart had fallen to the ground, and praised: "Master Shen, your craft is so great! I don't know why, I always have a look when I see this mask. To the illusion of my wife’s youthful appearance. The more I look, the more I look like, the more I look, the more I look like, and there are too many memories in my heart!”
"That's because of you." Shen Xing smiled and poured him a cup of tea.
Zhuo Datong did not leave immediately. He was drinking tea and chatting with Shen Xing. The topic mainly focused on taking care of his sick wife in recent years.
He and his wife had a son, and life was also very difficult after they got married. Later, his wife Jiang Guirong fell ill and was unable to get out of bed for two years.
There was no dutiful son in front of the bed for a long time. At first, the son would give a little money and rush to take care of it. Later, it gradually became less, and it was not easy to live by himself, so he gradually stopped giving money.
Zhuo Datong took care of his wife alone every day very hard, relying on Wei Mo's pension, he himself had to go out to do part-time work, and reluctantly bought the medicine for Jiang Guirong, which lasted for two years.
Now that Jiang Guirong is letting go west, Zhuo Datong's heart is very complicated. He neither wants his wife to suffer any more, nor does he want her to leave him, until one day when he accidentally passed the Tingwu wood carving shop, he saw this mask.
This mask seemed to him too much like his wife, the more he looked at it, the more it looked like, and it brought back many good memories of his past.
That's why Zhuo Datong decided to hide the mask from his family. He didn't have any extra money at all. He didn't have the confidence to buy until his wife passed away and received some free money.
After paying back the foreign debt lent to his wife for medical treatment, plus buying the mask, Zhuo Datong only had two thousand yuan left.
According to him, after receiving some gift money, his daughter-in-law encouraged his son to find him two or three times, and abruptly took five thousand yuan from the old man.
After listening to Zhuo Datong's account, Shen Xing did not speak, got up and went to the counter and took out the four thousand yuan that he had just collected, and put it in Zhuo Datong's hands.
"I only charge you ten thousand for this mask, and you can take the rest of the money back. Don't give it to your son in the future. You can eat whatever you want, and wear whatever you want. Live a good life."
Zhuo Datong was stunned. After a while, his eyes were a little wet, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Shen Xing comforted him a few words and refilled him with a cup of tea.
This mask woodcarving is indeed the best woodcarving in the store. It is destined to be impossible to discount because of the fact that people who are predestined will see the faces of their familiar people when they see it.
Moreover, this is only the first sales mask put out, and it will become famous in the future, and the sales price will definitely be more than that.
Although Zhuo Datong's experience is indeed a bit special, it is impossible to give it to him in vain, and Shen Xing's painstaking effort in making the mask cannot be ignored.
Of course, for Zhuo Datong, he is already very grateful.
After chatting for a while until noon, Zhuo Datong ordered some food and delivered it to the store. The two had a meal together, which was regarded as an expression of his gratitude to Shen Xing.
For Shen Xing, this is just a small episode. If the wood carvings he sells can bring him income and at the same time bring people different psychological comfort, this is not a small achievement.
In the afternoon, Li Naijing called. She and Zheng Ruijun are currently working on a case. They are investigating whether a criminal case involves abnormalities, and she can't get out of her for the time being.
Earlier, they received a call from a student from Yungu Vocational College, saying that it was haunted in the dormitory and apartment. They thought that this might be related to the incident in the library building that night, so Zhao Wenbo went alone.
Li Naijing felt it was necessary for Shen Xing to go there too, to assist Zhao Wenbo to see what happened.
The big bag on the heads of the two of them has not disappeared, and it can be regarded as a case with injuries.
Shen Xing said: "But I can't open a shop this afternoon, what should I do?"
"If it turns out that something is really going on at the college, the amount of this case is still 3,000 yuan, plus the loss subsidy for you not being able to open the shop in the afternoon." Li Naijing said without even thinking: "What is your usual half-day turnover?"
"Why... there must be... two... two thousand." Shen Xing thought that selling masks and wood carvings in the morning didn't make any money, and now he had to squeeze a handful of wool from the Security Office.
"Your little broken shop has a turnover of two thousand in half a day?!" Li Naijing asked in surprise.
"That's a maximum estimate." Shen Xing squeezed out a smile, feeling confused, and then lowered the standard, "One thousand, one thousand is still there."
"Two hundred." Li Naijing's tone was firm.
"Eight hundred."
"two hundred."
"five hundred."
"two hundred"
"I won't tell you, there is a guest here, but I'm still a big customer, come back!"
"Well, five hundred."
"Deal!" (End of this chapter)