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

Is it possible that a woman has to be the one selling things here to be able to sell things?

He has been setting up a stall here for more than 20 days and has not sold a single thing.

He also needs to eat.

Fang Zongtang: "How about it? Do you want to sell it?"

The stall owner changed his mind.

20 yuan is a lot of money. The woman before gave him five or ten yuan, but he still sold it the same.

Anyway, everything is picked up for free from the river. If you can sell it for money, you have made a profit.

"Sell, how much do you want?"

Fang Zongtang smiled slightly: "I want them all!"

When the stall owner heard what she said, he looked up at her several times.

This tone is really very familiar.

What the woman said was exactly the same.

What kind of luck is he?

Fang Zongtang bought a bunch of rust lumps and also bought the stall owner's bench.

A piece of rust is twenty, and a bench is thirty.

The stall owner was silent for a few seconds, thinking about changing his career to selling benches, and then gave up the place to Fang Zongtang.

If it had been before, he would have left.

But today, for some reason, he didn't want to leave.

He wanted to see what this woman was going to do.

Fang Zongtang sat directly on the bench, and the scene started.

Lin Wenyou was the first customer. .

After he squatted down, he picked up left and right, but he didn't see anything interesting.

"What are you all about?"

Fang Zongtang picked up a rusty lump and rubbed it with his ring several times.

"Hollow aromatherapy stove, from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty."

The stall owner standing on the side looked at Fang Zongtang as if he was dreaming.

This woman can boast better than him!

Lin Wenyou took out his magnifying glass and took a closer look.

"Is there something missing?" Fang Zongtang said: "There is a lid missing. Well, isn't it right here?" She picked out the lid and handed it to Lin Wenyou.

Lin Wenyou missed the seeds last time, and now he is still worried about it. The first thing he did when he got the whole thing was to see if there was anything hidden inside.

Fang Zongtang looked funny.

"What else can there be in an aromatherapy stove besides incense ashes?"

When Lin Wenyou heard what she said about incense ash, he immediately became energetic.

He quickly took out the handkerchief from his pocket and poured out the contents.

Let Fang Zongtang stop him.

"Fifty thousand~!"

The stall owner next to him almost sat down on the ground.

Black~
This woman is so dark~
His former boss was standing here, and 20 yuan changed hands. Could she wait until he left and then randomly raise the price?
Aren't you afraid that he will regret not selling it?

Um, that's not right. Aren't you afraid of scaring away people who are buying things?
That's not how buying and selling works.

Lin Wenyou: "Okay."

The former stall owner was dumbfounded.

Did something go wrong?
Did something go wrong?
20 yuan~
This thing was bought from him for 20 yuan. Why has he been sitting here for more than 20 days without anyone asking? When she came, it was only [-] yuan.

Is he dreaming?

Fang Zongtang: "Why don't you look at other things? They are all good things."

Lin Wenyou: "Yes."

Fang Zongtang: "Every piece is [-] yuan, no two prices!"

Lin Wenyou: "No problem!"

Former stall owner: There is a problem, a big problem!
Thor, definitely Thor!

Others don't know, he doesn't know?

Did he steal these rust bumps from the scrapyard?

Not an antique at all?
Can you wait until he is gone to lie to someone?
Otherwise he will feel like a fool!
Lin Wenyou picked two more items.

The former stall owner knelt down and looked at him stupidly, refusing to leave.

Master Hu looked over.

He had been watching this unlucky grandson just now for more than half a month. (End of chapter)