The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 40

"Little girl, you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. His color is old and his appearance is incomplete. Although he is made of sandalwood, he has no provenance after all. How much is it worth? Let's see if it's a few hundred yuan. It's a good deed to see his family pitiful!" Xiao Pingtou said to the two of them mockingly.

The middle-aged man became even more unhappy when he heard this: "If you don't buy it, you don't buy it. Why do you ruin my business like this!"

The man with a flat head is confident: "I am professional!"

The middle-aged man looked at Han Zhu pleadingly: "Little girl, this is really a good thing. It was acquired by my grandfather in his generation. He said that he told me that it can be sold for a lot of money."

The little flat-headed man couldn't help but feel amused when he heard this: "If you can sell this broken bead for more than 1000 yuan, then I will give you [-] yuan, do you believe it or not?"

When he said this, he looked at Han Zhu and shouted, "You little girl, why don't you go to school if you have nothing to do, why do you come here to mess around! I don't think you can afford 1 yuan!"

Han Zhu smiled and said, "If I can take out 1 yuan, what are you going to do?"

The small flat-haired man was taken aback for a moment, and then he quickly said complacently: "If you can get 300 yuan, I will give you [-] yuan pocket money!"

Han Zhu nodded, and immediately told Shuanzi: "You go home and tell my mother that you need to get 1 yuan urgently, so withdraw the money."

Originally, Han Zhu gave Fang Xiuping 9000 yuan, plus the money from fortune-telling in this world, excluding the usual pocket money, there could barely be more than 1 points.

Shuanzi was taken aback when he heard that.

"Han Zhu, this prayer bead doesn't look like a good thing, does it really cost [-] yuan to buy it?"

He glanced at Shuanzi lightly: "Stop talking nonsense, go home and get the money."

Shuanzi had no choice but to go home.

On the other hand, Han Zhu said to the middle-aged man: "I, Han Zhu, would never dare to take advantage of others' danger. Since you intend to sell 2 yuan, then I will give you [-] yuan. The [-] yuan It's a deposit, you use it first. After three days, I will give you the [-] yuan."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, looking at Han Zhu in disbelief.

The man in the flat-headed suit was also startled, and after a while, he finally found his voice.

"I didn't expect there to be such a brainless idiot in the world...a rich idiot..."

After the middle-aged man was stunned for a long time, he finally got excited and stepped forward to hold Han Zhu's hand.

"Little sister, let's sign the contract quickly! 3 yuan, no more, no less, I'll give you the beads right now! 2 yuan will be given in a few days, it doesn't matter! Just give me [-] first! "

Han Zhu looked at the flat-headed man with a smile.

"We will sign the contract right away, what about you, his one thousand, mine four hundred, when will you give it to me?"

The man in the flat-headed suit suddenly shrank.

"You, you don't just know how to talk, can you really get 1 yuan? Don't talk nonsense? Who has a mouth and can't say it!"

Han Zhu had a smile on his face, but he was also a little muttering in his heart. He knew what kind of temperament that mother was, and 1 yuan was the only money in the family now, so don't be reluctant?

Seeing the expression on Han Zhu's face, the flat-headed man suddenly became proud, pointed at her and said, "Girl, don't pretend! I think you are a moneyless person, and you are a deceitful person. In fact, you can't give out 1 yuan. Come on Yuan!

When Pingtou said this, the middle-aged man who sold Buddhist beads was also worried.

"Little sister, can you buy this?"

Han Zhu smiled lightly: "Don't worry, of course I will buy it." But I have no idea...

Seeing the expression on Han Zhu's face, the flat-headed man suddenly became proud, pointed at her and said, "Girl, don't pretend! I think you are a moneyless person, and you are a deceitful person. In fact, you can't give out 1 yuan. Come on Yuan!

When Pingtou said this, the middle-aged man who sold Buddhist beads was also worried.

"Little sister, can you buy this?"

(End of this chapter)