Chapter 959 I want to buy some more'
Seeing that everyone around him unanimously believed that this bronze tripod was real, Chu Heng smiled even happier, his eyes were slightly squinted, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears, as if An old fox who saw a henhouse.
If someone who is familiar with Ya sees his behavior, he will definitely guess that he is definitely holding back his evil deeds here!
“Hey!” Chu Heng glanced at the people surrounding Yan Muze with a sly look. He took out a cigarette and held it up. He sent it around one by one, then took out a flashlight and shone it on the bronze tripod. He held up his hands and looked like a late learner, and confirmed again: "Young man is not very talented and has little knowledge, so I am a little bit unsure. Please help the elders to give me some advice." Look, is this cauldron real?”
“What’s there to see?” A middle-aged man opened the front door greedily and pointed at the bronze cauldron with determination. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this thing. If you don’t know the price, just give it to me and I’ll give you double the price!”
"There must be nothing wrong with the thing. Don't worry, young man. It will definitely open the door!" An old man also agreed with a smile.
"Okay, thank you for your help." Chu Heng felt relieved, and happily bowed his hands to them again, and then said to Yan Muze: "Let's go, Master Yan."
“Alas!”
Yan Muze and the younger brother responsible for monitoring him quickly stepped forward and left with him.
After walking a few steps, the old man carrying the bronze tripod creakingly took out an auspicious stone inkstone from his arms as if offering a treasure, and handed it to Chu Heng with a smile on his face: "Master Chu, you Look at this, Ruishi Dingyan, the stuff from Emperor Qianlong’s collection, it probably came from the palace, I collected it from Sanmao!”
Chu Heng, who was thinking about something, looked back when he heard the sound. He didn't even see clearly what it was, so he nodded perfunctorily: "Oh, okay, not bad, Mr. Yan, thank you for your hard work."
Then , he continued to walk back absentmindedly.
The smile on Yan Muze's face froze for an instant, and he took the inkstone back angrily. He felt a sense of loss, just like a child who had just gotten full marks in the exam but didn't get to perform.
He glanced at the bronze tripod in his hand and sighed helplessly.
Same.
With this thing in front of him, who can look at his broken inkstone!
The boy at the back looked confused, not understanding what was good about those rags, which made the two people in front feel happy and sad for a while.
The three people with their own thoughts quickly returned to the stall.
At this time, the grain had been sold out, and not even a drop of oil was left in the jar. Mazi and his gang came over again at some point, and were getting together with Wan Xiaotian and others, muttering. What are you talking about.
Seeing Chu Heng coming back, a group of people quickly stepped forward to greet him.
"Master Chu!"
"You are back."
"You smoke!"
"We have finished shopping, shall we leave?"
"No rush." Chu Heng smiled. As a result, Mazi handed him the cigarette, and after he lit it, he turned to a younger brother and said, "Brother, please take a trip and call the two brothers back from the end of the market. Remember to take the old man with you." Come.”
"Alas!"
The younger brother nodded and accepted the order. Chu Heng smoked his cigarette thoughtfully, and after a while he came back to his senses. He waved to Wan Xiaotian with a smile, called him over and asked, "How are you, are you still used to it?"
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“There’s nothing I’m not used to, it’s just collecting money to sell goods, it’s simple.” Wan Xiaotian smiled relaxedly, and immediately He quickly took out a thick wad of money from his pocket and handed it over: "This is the money for today's sale."
Chu Heng pushed it back directly: "Just keep it, and keep it as agreed before." Pay your due share, and exchange the rest for gold bars and antiques when you become familiar with the market.”
"Oh, I'll keep it then. I'll keep an account later." Wan Xiaotian happily took the money back. Although most of it didn't belong to him, it felt good to hold it in his hand.
After listening to the conversation between the two, Mazi couldn't help but marvel in her heart. The boss is the boss. We are still working here for only eight cents, but others are already playing gold!
That thing is not something that ordinary people can afford. Not to mention that it can easily cost hundreds or even thousands of dollars. This way of getting rid of it is not a mountain that they can't climb.
He smacked his lips in envy, his expression suddenly changed, and then he hurriedly came over, bowed his waist and asked: "Master Chu, do you still want to collect gold bars?"
"Why? , do you have the goods?" Chu Heng looked sideways.
"Hey, how can I have this?" Mazi rubbed his hands in a flattering manner and said truthfully: "I just want to ask you what price you charge and see if I can make some hard-earned money."
" You kid is so smart." Chu Heng couldn't help but feel a little different about Mazi. After looking at each other, I felt that this guy did have some business acumen, so he glanced at the guy and said with a smile: "We plan to give 30% of the public price, which is seventy-two. If you can get it, just send it. As much as you want.”
Thirty percent!
Mazi was immediately happy. He had been in the pigeon market for a long time and knew the prices of various things very well. If it was 30%, he would really make a profit. Although it was not much, grasshopper legs were also meat, right?
Immediately, he went to Wan Xiaotian and asked carefully how to trade, even the antiques. Although they didn't understand, it didn't stop them from making a deal.
After a while, the young men came back pressing the old man.
As soon as he got closer, the old man noticed that Wan Xiaotian was happily talking about pockmarks, and his calves suddenly became soft.
Mazi and his gang are notorious in Pigeon City, and there are even rumors that they have a lot of lives in their hands. If the whereabouts fall into their hands, how can they still survive!
The old man's heart was filled with despair for a moment. He felt like his head was spinning. At the same time, he was secretly regretting that he shouldn't have taken any chances and set up a stall in the same place many times!
This is a taboo!
It's a pity that there is no regret medicine for him in this world. It's too late to say anything now.
Chu Heng looked at the droopy old man, waved his hand and let the younger brothers let go of him. Then he walked forward with a kind face. Just as he was about to ask questions, he felt that half of his feet were already on the ground. The old man who was on the verge of death knelt down in front of him with a plop, and begged with tears in his eyes: "Master, please spare my life. I'll go to him." I have a hundred-year-old mother and a grandson who is waiting for me to be fed. Please show mercy and spare me. I will give you as much money as you want!”
His movements are indeed a bit big. The attention of the young stall owner and the customers were attracted, but when they saw Mazi and his group here, they all turned back and pretended not to notice.
Chu Heng was immediately speechless. He hurriedly called for life and helped the old man up, and said in a gentle voice: "Man, don't be afraid. No one here wants to kill you. I'll ask them to bring you here. That's it." I want to buy some bronzes from you."
"Huh?" The old man looked up at him in confusion: "You want to buy more?"
Aren't you sick?
Why do you buy it even if you know it’s fake? !
Have your brain been kicked by a donkey?
(End of this chapter)