A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

Shen Qingci picked up the half-cup of oil tea and drank the last sip.

A few grains of fried rice remained at the bottom of the bowl, and the aroma of the oil tea lingered on the back of the tongue.

She put down her bowl, and two muffled sounds of oars striking the side of the boat came from the river.

The awning boats folded up their fishing nets.

The boatman dragged the wet net to the stern, and water droplets splashed into the river along the net ropes.

The fishing net covered half of the boat's awning, revealing a few small fish still wriggling.

The wooden oars parted the water's surface near the shore, and ripples pushed up the stone steps.

Shen Qingci closed the notebook, leaving only the fountain pen.

She laid the pen horizontally on the cover, stood up, and the chair legs dragged on the bluestone floor with a short, sharp scraping sound.

"I'm not following the guide today."

She looked towards the old alleyway by the river.

"Let's go to the market first."

Chen Lang opened the umbrella and stood beside her.

The umbrella ribs support the eaves.

He raised his hand to avoid the drooping vines, and after she took two steps, he followed.

"Captain, lead the way."

He twirled the payment device in his palm.

"The logistics department is responsible for making payments and covering losses."

Shen Qingci glanced at him and stepped into the alley.

"You're only responsible for making the payments."

"Providing a safety net is also very important."

"Use it only when in danger."

"Can't we practice beforehand?"

"The cost of your practice is usually borne by someone else."

Chen Lang stopped arguing and didn't press the issue.

Rows of silver bells hang at the entrance of the alley. The wind blows in from the river, and the sound of the bells falls on the bluestone slabs, carrying the dampness of the river.

Tie-dyed fabric is laid out on a wooden frame, with blue, purple, and white colors hanging down side by side, the edges of the fabric brushing against the shoulders of passersby.

Several tourists crowded in front of the stall to make their selections.

He raised his phone, only to have it pulled down by his companion.

The stall owner explained the patterns and took the silver bracelet up to the light to examine it.

The glutinous rice cakes were taken out of the pot by the stove, and the hot oil, along with the aroma of rice, wafted into the alley.

Shen Qingci stopped in front of a silver jewelry stall.

A small silver bell sits on the blue cloth mat.

The bell is only the size of a thumb, with a simple design and marks from being struck with a wooden mallet along the edges.

She picked it up and weighed it in her hand, pointing the bell towards the white light on the stall.

"What is the weight? What is the silver content?"

She flipped to the bottom of the silver bell.

"Was the pattern machine-pressed or hand-polished?"

The stall owner was a woman in her forties, with a few silver flakes stuck to her apron.

She put down the silver bracelet in her hand and greeted him with a smile:

"Young lady, you have a good eye. This is Miao craftsmanship, and it only looks good with a complete set of headdresses. A silver crown, a silver necklace, and silver bracelets—I'll calculate the price for a set for you."

Shen Qingci put the silver bell back in her palm.

"I only want this one."

She pulled out a small piece of tie-dyed cloth from the side, spread it out on the edge of the table, and compared its length.

"Add this piece of cloth."

Chen Lang stood to the side and took out the payment device.

Shen Qingci didn't look at him; he had already put the equipment away.

She turned her face to the side.

"You're not going to pay?"

"This is the team leader's first time leading a shopping trip, so you're in charge of making the payments."

"The logistics department is free today."

"The logistics department respects command."

The stall owner recognized the two people.

Her gaze fell on the Buddhist prayer beads on Shen Qingci's wrist, then shifted to the live-streaming sphere behind Chen Lang.

People browsing silver jewelry nearby stopped.

Two tourists whispered "Wave God," and several people nearby turned around.

The suspended ball lowers its height.

The camera only captured the stall and the upper bodies of the two people.

The stall owner pressed down on the silver bell.

"This one usually sells for 380, but I'll give it to you for 600."

She added:

"Items worn by online celebrities naturally command different prices."

Shen Qingci looked up and tapped the pen in her hand on the cover of the notebook.

"You just said this was hand-polished."

Her voice wasn't loud, but the people around her stopped talking.

"Is the price based on the process, or on who we are?"

The stall owner's smile vanished.

Beside the stall, a tourist holding a silver comb turned around.

In the live stream, the comments section was filled with different opinions.

Supporting artisans is worth the 600!

[It was 380 a moment ago, but the price went up as soon as they recognized the customer?]

[Let's say goodbye and talk things out before making a purchase!]

The stall owner patted the table.

"Girls, if you do a live stream, countless people will know about my stall. Six hundred is already a generous offer; even if someone wants to buy, I might not necessarily sell."

Someone nearby chimed in:

"Being famous and still worrying about a few hundred yuan? The exposure brought by internet celebrities is also valuable."

Chen Lang lowered his head and took half a step closer to Shen Qingci.

"You can negotiate the price."

His voice was muffled under the umbrella, barely loud enough for her to hear.

"If we can't reach an agreement, we'll leave. There's no need to be assessed when buying things."

Shen Qingci grasped the silver bell and announced the price:

"Silver bells: 380; tie-dyed fabric: 120. Add 80 for the labor cost based on the process you mentioned, for a total of 500."

The stall owner frowned.

"This silver bell has an ancestral pattern, so it cannot be priced as a regular item."

"Then please explain clearly."

Shen Qingci put the silver bell back on the cloth mat and turned to face the stall owner.

"What materials are used? How many processes are involved? What do the patterns represent? You can list the cost of each process separately."

The stall owner opened his mouth.

She prepared to raise the price further, but the tourists next to her had already set their sights on the silver bell.

Those few words blocked the path to further arguing.

She picked up another silver ornament and turned it over.

"First, the silver sheet is cut, then the pattern is hammered out with a wooden mallet. The bell body needs to fit together, and the joint is welded by hand. The bell tongue inside also needs to be polished separately."

She tapped the bell with her fingernail.

"Bird patterns are auspicious in the village. Bells hang on the edge of clothing and ring when you walk, reminding your family and children that they have returned home."

The stall owner handed another silver ornament to Shen Qingci.

"Look here, the welds on machine-made goods are neat, while handmade goods will have these fine marks. The textures that each person creates are different."

Adjust the angle of the live-streaming floating ball.

The camera focused on the silver jewelry and the vendor's hands, but didn't show the doors and windows of the residents behind them.

Once the stall owner finished speaking, the onlookers quieted down.

A young tourist took out his phone and took two pictures of the silver bells, then moved the camera to the tie-dyed fabric.

Shen Qingci picked up the silver bell and ran her fingers along its edge.

There are two dents left from manual trimming on the bell mouth, and the depth of the bird pattern is not entirely consistent.

She placed the silver bell in the center of the cloth mat.

"I approve of the craftsmanship."

She looked at the stall owner.

"Craftsmanship is worth the price; popularity isn't factored in. The silver bells are 380, the tie-dyed fabric is 120, and the labor fee is 80, totaling 500. If you accept, we'll pay now. If not, we'll look elsewhere."

The stall owner stared at her, his palm pressed against the edge of the cloth mat.

Chen Lang didn't interrupt, holding the payment device in his hand.

He took a half step back, leaving Shen Qingci a space to negotiate the price.

Only the sound of silver bells jingling remained in the alley.

The stall owner picked up the tie-dyed cloth, checked its size, and looked down at the solder points on the back of the silver bell.

"Three hundred and eighty silver bells, one hundred and fifty pieces of cloth, and fifty for labor."

She looked up.

"Five hundred and eighty."

Shen Qingci nodded.

"Can."

The stall owner was stunned.

"You're not going to press anymore?"

"You've explained the process clearly, so the price is justified."

Chen Lang handed over the payment device.

"The captain's first negotiation went well."

Shen Qingci took the device, entered the amount, and completed the payment.

A notification sound plays.

The stall owner accepted the money and wiped his hands on his apron twice.

She took a colorful rope from the stall and threaded it through the hole of the silver bell.

"This is for you."

She handed over the colorful rope.

"Hang the silver bell on your wrist, but don't tie the knot too tightly, or it will rub against your skin when you walk."

Shen Qingci took the silver bell and wrapped the colorful rope around the Buddhist beads.

The ebony beads were struck by the silver bell, producing a short, soft sound.

The stall owner pursed his lips.

"I was just trying to take advantage of you because you're famous. I'm sorry."

Shen Qingci tied the knot and checked that the rope was secure.

"Next time, please clearly state the craftsmanship and price; it won't matter who comes."

The stall owner nodded.

People around stopped watching the spectacle.

The live stream chat changed direction.

This negotiation method is so reliable!

[Pay for your craftsmanship, no extra charge for popularity!]

The stall owner was willing to apologize, which was a dignified gesture for both parties!