The wife of Xiangjiang boss who disappeared for ten years is back

Chapter 210: Will Mazar be sold?
She was shocked!

When the stall owner saw that Fang Zongtang believed it, he hurriedly said more vigorously: "Think about it for yourself, is what I said true?"

She thought for a few seconds and nodded seriously to the stall owner.

"It's true, you are really good at business!"

The stall owner mentally scolded Fang Zongtang several times for being a fool. When he heard the word "real", he almost laughed out loud.

Stupid women are so easy to deceive!

"These things here are not as expensive as you, 1000 yuan a piece. I sell them for 1 yuan, so don't tell them!"

1000 RMB?I really think she is being taken advantage of!
"It's too expensive. All the things you have here are too expensive for me when they add up to 100 yuan. You have the nerve to ask me for a thousand yuan a piece. My father's pocket money is also limited. I'm going to look elsewhere. You can find it." Let others buy your goods!"

She turned around and left immediately after she finished speaking.

The stall owner saw that she left without hesitation, and hurriedly said, "Come back, we can negotiate the price."

She walked on as if she hadn't heard.

"100 yuan is all given to you, do you want it?"

She stopped but didn't look back.

The stall owner hurriedly said again: "No matter how low it is, I don't have enough money to buy medicine for my mother!"

Why is she so softhearted?

"It's really too expensive for you to sell these things for 100 yuan." Turning back was turning back, but it didn't prevent her from finding faults.

The stall owner said anxiously: "These are heirlooms of my family. I really have no choice but to sell them. If I can't even sell them for 100 yuan, I'll just take them home and sell them for scrap iron!"

She said quickly: "You smashed and sold scrap iron, and no one wants it."

The stall owner sighed and stopped talking.

She saw it and sighed.

"My father and I have been living together for many years, so I can understand how you feel. Isn't it just 100 yuan? I'll just treat it as if it was thrown on the road."

When the stall owner heard that the transaction was for 100 yuan, he immediately felt happy.

He didn't have a lot of capital, and he bought it by picking up garbage that no one wanted on the ship. A pile of things worth 20 yuan can be sold for a hundred if you change hands, it's better than rotten in your hands, no one is better!
"Sister, you are such a good person!" The stall owner thanked her repeatedly and offered to pack her things.

She was stopped.

"I don't need you anymore. My brother will come later and ask him to take it back for me. You quickly take the money and go to your mother to see a doctor!" She handed the money to the stall owner with a look of sympathy.

As soon as the stall owner heard that her brother was coming, he took the money and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, he ran out of Xiaoliyuan and disappeared.

Next to this stall is the same bald man as last time.

The bald head glanced at her, not afraid that she would hear it, and yelled, "You fool!"
She was neither angry nor annoyed, she took a sharp look at Maza who was sitting with a bald head, and walked over with a smile.

"Brother, do you want to sell the maza you are sitting on?"

The bald head immediately made Fang Zongtang laugh. Thinking of her stupidity that had been tricked twice in a row, the curse that had just reached her mouth was swallowed again.

"100 yuan, do you want it or not!"

The bald head was originally intended to tease her. She, a person who spends 100 yuan on old things, feels distressed. How can she spend 100 yuan on a broken horse?
A refreshing voice sounded: "Yes~"

The bald head was taken aback, and he looked sideways at Fang Zongtang: This woman really has a brain problem!
His broken horses cost three for ten yuan.He found two pieces of wood, a few screws, and a few knocks, all without spending money.

If everyone is like this woman, she will definitely make more money than selling old things when she sells horses in the small garden!
"Brother, do you have anything here to pad me with? This Mazar... I don't think you're unclean, I mean it's too nervous!"

(End of this chapter)