Hard times have room

Chapter 745

"Can you take out this pen for me? If there is no problem with writing, this is the one." Pauline said to a male salesperson who was closest to her. She had already made it clear that she wanted to buy something. .

What to say, she has been in this county for so long, and most of the salespeople here still know what kind of virtue they are. It's true that I'm impatient, and I don't speak well.

They are ordinary people. Anyway, how many things they sell is not linked to their treatment. Therefore, they usually go to work very salty.

For example, the aunt next to me who is concentrating on making sweaters looks like a veteran, and the background must be very hard. If the background is not hard, she would have been fired long ago for doing this when she was at work.

Anyway, from the point of view of the salespeople in department stores, the less things are done during work hours, the better. Customers who buy things quickly and easily are still very welcome. Well, they don't waste each other's time.

Pauline doesn't want to have any friction with the salesperson here because of some trivial matters. Besides, she has a very capable temperament. When it comes to shopping, she doesn't want to procrastinate, and she doesn't like to procrastinate.

"Okay." Hearing this, the male salesperson walked over happily and took out the pen.

He likes this kind of straightforward, if it is the kind of procrastination and questioning, he will definitely become impatient immediately, and maybe he will stab customers a few times.

After Baolin got the pen, she neatly wrote the word "王" on the messy paper next to her. The writing was smooth and the ink was evenly distributed. She twisted the pen from the middle, and checked the parts inside. , Pauline already has the answer in her heart.

Maybe in other people's hands, there is a difference between a pen and a pen, whether it is smooth, whether the pen is comfortable to hold, etc. These are all differences.

But in Pauline's hand, as long as the pen is not broken, the writing is correct, and the ink is evenly distributed, there is no big difference. Maybe she is a rough person. In this regard, she feels the same.

After restoring the pen to its original state, Pauline took out two yuan and fifty cents from her schoolbag and handed it to the salesperson opposite: "Here, this is two yuan and fifty cents, please order it."

On the counter, there is a little position in front of the pen, and each pen is marked with a price, so Pauline can know the price of this pen and pay directly.

The salesperson took the money, and after confirming it was correct, he nodded happily: "Yes, this is yours."

He didn't expect the little girl on the opposite side to be able to pay so readily, without grinding him into bargaining, and with courage.

You know, two yuan five for a pen, this price is definitely not cheap.

Although he is a department store, he doesn't like to bargain, but there are always some people who habitually bring the "old rules" of bargaining here, making their heads big and annoying.

Everything in this store is priced at a good price. No matter if the buyer thinks it is cheap or expensive, the price is there and there is no negotiation. he has.

At this time, the position of salesperson is so tight, and the people above are eager to make some mistakes, so they kicked him directly.
Pauline happily took the pen into her hand, checked it for the last time, and after confirming that it was all right, she walked out of the department store.

As soon as she went out, Pauline put the pen in her schoolbag. It cost her two yuan and five to buy it, so she couldn't lose it.

Pauline stood on the side of the road, looking left and right, thinking about where she should go next.

In the end, she still saw an old man and decided to go to the junkyard.

The old man was riding a pedal tricycle swayingly, with his two feet strenuously stepping on the pedals. The body of the tricycle was full of things, including waste paper books, as well as cabinets and stools. home.

There are a lot of waste stations in the county, there are several, but Paulin went to the one closest to the station, just to get to the station to take the bus later.

When we arrived at the junkyard, an old man moved a table and stool at the door, and his head twitched, no doubt dozing off.

Although Pauline really didn't want to wake up the old man, she had to say hello to someone when she wanted to go in. Otherwise, when someone woke up, there would be someone in the junkyard, and I was afraid they would be regarded as a thief.

"Uncle. Uncle" Pauline reached out and tapped on the table in front of the uncle.

"Uh uh. Huh." The uncle woke up and stretched, finally feeling a little more comfortable.

"Girls, you have to look inside when you buy things. Just come to me and weigh them."

After speaking, no matter what the reaction of the person on the other side was, he closed his eyes again, and he hadn't slept enough just now!

These days, I'm really tired, and I can't sleep very well at night. I usually get up early in the morning, which causes him to lack sleep. Therefore, he can only use work time to make up for sleep. The broken old man who guarded the door, the things inside were junk, so no one should have come here.

Of course, even if the idea hit him, the loss has nothing to do with him. Anyway, he has already done what he should do.

Besides, the account of this junkyard is a messy account, and it's not clear how to calculate it. Anyway, when the time is up, get those books, iron and copper in the junkyard, to where they should go, he task is over.

Looking at the old man who closed his eyes and recuperates himself, Paulin didn't say anything, anyway, the greeting had already been called.

After entering the waste station, there is nothing piled up in the yard. There is a lot of rain in the spring. If there is something piled up in the yard, it is easy to get wet, and it is very troublesome to dry it and reuse it.

Of course, it is also possible that the business of the junkyard is simply not good, and the room is full of those recovered items, so naturally there is no need to hit the outside yard.

There are four rooms in total, but only three rooms have their doors wide open, and the remaining room on the far left is locked, which may be the room where the staff rests.

After rummaging in the three rooms for a while, Pauline found two objects that looked very antique. One was a vase, but the vase was not big and not tall. The small one looked like she was holding The vase that I play with in my hand, the main color is cyan, and it still looks very beautiful and delicate.

The other one is a copper wind chime. I don't know if it is because it has been in the junkyard for a long time, and a thick layer of patina has grown on the outside, which looks ugly.

(End of this chapter)