() But even so, I met one or two buyers who were really interested and stopped to discuss the price seriously.
Seeing that he really wanted it, Lu Yang relented. After an hour, he actually sold three copies and made a net profit of fifty yuan.
Wei Zhixiu held the book carefully in her hands, changing her hands from time to time to wipe the sweat. At this time, her face was already covered with sweat, and it was so cute that it was so foggy.
Unexpectedly, the old book in his hand was so valuable. Wei Zhixiu felt very happy and motivated.
In such a short time, it’s only fifty yuan. Most of the time at Yaoquan’s noodle shop, the daily income is less than fifty yuan!
Lu Yang saw that Wei Zhixiu was sweating and quickly took out his handkerchief from his trouser pocket. Paper towels are rare these days.
"Sister," Lu Yang pulled Wei Zhixiu to the roadside and wiped her sweat while saying, "It's hot, let's take a rest."
"No! No need!" Wei Zhixiu opened his hands, holding the book in one hand and shaking it with the other, and said: "We won't rest anymore. We will continue to sell. You still have dozens of books in your bag. How much can you make if you sell them all?"
Hundred!"
"There's no rush..." Lu Yang finished wiping Wei Zhixiu's sweat, pulled her out of the alley, and said, "Eat first, and then we'll talk after you finish."
"It's still early," Wei Zhixiu took Lu Yang's wrist, looked at the time, and asked in surprise: "You're going to eat at only eleven o'clock?"
"Sister," Lu Yang explained with a smile: "There are many people in this city at meal time, so it will be too crowded later."
"Oh..." Wei Zhixiu seemed to understand, looking cute and cute.
Lu Yang packed the books and pulled Wei Zhixiu towards the central street.
Wei Zhixiu looked at the small restaurant and wanted to pull Lu Yang in, but he shook his head and pulled him away.
“This is Chongshan Snack Street!”
Lu Yang took Wei Zhixiu and stood in the famous area of Chongshan, feeling the fragrance blowing towards his face.
Chongshan Snack Street has gained a lot of fame in China in recent years. Both sides of the street are full of catering shops. Local gourmets and foreign tourists, regardless of the image, feast on the spicy food of Zhongshan.
snack.
Looking at the crowd of people in front of him, Wei Zhixiu was shocked again. This was not a weekend, there were so many people.
Lu Yang took Wei Zhixiu and sat down at the famous restaurant Lao Xichuan. After the waiter came, he ordered several dishes and ordered two bottles of Coke.
"What a waste..." Wei Zhixiu said with anger in his words.
There weren't many people in the store at the moment. Firstly, it wasn't lunch time. Secondly, the prices in this kind of store are not low, so the business was naturally not as busy as the snacks outside.
Wei Zhixiu sat on the wooden bench, looked at the empty stores around him, and looked at the people walking on the street, feeling very uncomfortable.
"Sister," Lu Yang said with a smile, "I'm growing tall, you can't starve me!"
"You're a cow and you can't eat that much!" Wei Zhixiu glared at Lu Yang angrily.
If this bastard hadn't stopped him just now and ordered seven or eight things, fifty yuan might not even be enough!
The waiter brought two bottles of Coke at this time. This kind of old state-owned enterprise naturally cannot speak of service. Lu Yang could only open the bottle cap on the wooden table and handed it to Wei Zhixiu, but smiled and said nothing.
Wei Zhixiu had no choice but to drink Coke. Only then did he realize that the bottle in his hand was not the Tianfu Coke he had drunk before.
"It's Pepsi-Cola," Lu Yang explained as Wei Zhixiu looked at the bottle curiously, "It's a foreigner's stuff."
It’s a pity that the Tianfu Cola that I remembered from my childhood has now been jointly owned by a joint venture, and will soon be finished by foreigners.
"For foreigners?"
Wei Zhixiu's eyes became more curious. He stared at the blue and white label on the bottle and clicked his tongue, as if trying to figure out the difference between this thing and Tianfu Coke.
The efficiency of old state-owned restaurants is often inversely proportional to taste. After waiting for half an hour, the expressionless waiter started to serve the food.
Due to Wei Zhixiu's obstruction, Lu Yang only ordered stewed beef soup and dengying shredded beef, as well as stir-fried seasonal vegetables.
Although prices are rising crazily in these years, they are much lower than in later generations. Three dishes worth more than 20 yuan are quite sufficient.
However, for Wei Zhixiu, more than 20 yuan for a meal for two people was too wasteful. At first, she was only willing to eat vegetables, but due to Lu Yang's strong will and unremitting ruthlessness, she had to eat a lot.
Both of them ate very much. Lu Yang went to buy two more packages of spiced beef jerky, and then took Wei Zhixiu to the second-hand market.
When we arrived at the intersection, we saw an old man in front of us, holding a book and reading intently. He walked blankly into the traffic.
Although the road was being built and the speed was very slow, there should be no accidents. However, since there were no judges in Nanjing these days, Lu Yang still felt relieved and caught him.
The old man holding the book was pulled back, and the cursing driver drove away. Only then did he wake up and thank Lu Yang repeatedly.
Lu Yang was in a good mood and Xiaoxiao left first. When he arrived at the second-hand market, he took out a few books and gave them to Wei Zhixiu to sell.
She had gained experience in the afternoon, and Wei Zhixiu herself knew how to set prices. She actually sold ten copies in two hours. Although her income was only 100 yuan, she became more and more motivated.
Lu Yang followed Wei Zhixiu and spent most of the time observing. He was always looking for a big customer in his imagination. Not only was he well-dressed, but he also had the best behavior and the temperament of a scholar.
Zhongshan's purchasing power is limited, and Lu Yang has several books in his schoolbag that he thinks may sell for thousands of dollars. If he goes to a store, the price will be severely reduced. Only these people can give reasonable asking prices.
But it might not be the weekend, and Lu Yang has never found a suitable one. It's already past two in the afternoon, and he is planning to close the stall and go to his grandfather's house.
The old man that Lu Yang saved before appeared at the stall next to him. He was fine anyway, so he looked at the old man curiously.
The old man has gray hair and wears glasses. He is wearing ordinary blue work clothes with the words Xinhua Bookstore printed on the back. He is probably an old employee of Xinhua Bookstore.
The old man squatted in front of the bookstall with his hands behind his back, reading very carefully. He even opened some books and read them. From time to time, he also chatted with the bookstall owners. It was obvious that these owners knew him and greeted him warmly.
After a while, the old man stood up, seemed to have seen the book in Wei Zhixiu's hand, shook his head and walked over.
"Little girl, can you show me the book?"
The old man grinned, revealing his missing front teeth, and stared at the old books in Wei Zhixiu's hand.
"Okay!" Wei Zhixiu saw the customer coming to the door and readily agreed, but was careful to only hand over one copy.
"The 1939 edition of Guangming Bookstore's Journey to the West, what a pity!"
The old man shook his head, pointed to the cover, and said: "This book was wet some time ago and the cover is stained. What a pity. It's a rare good book!"
"The 1947 edition of Zhengzhong Bookstore's Practical Methods of Plant Histology. Little girl, your book is very complicated. Oops!"
The old man took another book, read the front cover and then the back cover. He pointed angrily and asked, "Who put soy sauce on the book? It's so bad!"
When it was picked out from the garbage heap, it was inevitably stained. Wei Zhixiu found the old man very interesting and looked at each other with a smile on his face.
Then the old man took several books from Wei Zhixiu's hand, flipped through them, and murmured comments.
The old man sighed with emotion, but instead of asking the price like others, he said directly: "I don't have three copies. Can I sell them for 150 yuan?"
"Sell! Of course I sell!"
Wei Zhixiu was excited immediately. After all, most of the previous books were priced at five or ten yuan, and few could sell for thirty, and even less for fifty!
So the old man took out a copy of the Four Great Men and a Notice of Workers and Peasants from his coat pocket, gave it to Wei Zhixiu, took the book over, and wandered to the next stall.
"Old sir," Lu Yang hurriedly stepped forward, gently pulled the old man's sleeve, and lowered his voice: "I have some books here. Are you interested?"
"Oh? Ouch!"
The old man turned around and looked at Lu Yang. Only then did he seem to see his face clearly. He pointed at him in surprise and asked, "Are you the kid who held me back just now?"
"..."
Facing this bookworm, Lu Yang could only smile and nodded.
"Okay," the old man followed Lu Yang to the side and said with a smile: "Good boy, show me your book."
So the three of them found a secluded corner, and Lu Yang took out the remaining dozen books in the cloth bag.
"The 1939 edition of the New Fourth Army's Manga published by Tongyunshe Publishing House, what a great book!"
"..."
"Kaiming Bookstore's 1947 list of oral English expressions. Why are your books as complicated as that little girl's just now?"
The old man finished reading through the comments. At this time, he raised his head and saw Wei Zhixiu standing beside him with a smile. He pointed at her in surprise and then at Lu Yang.
"Old sir," Lu Yang smiled and took Wei Zhixiu's hand and said, "This is my sister. We sold the book together."
"Oh...oh..." The old man suddenly understood, and then smiled and said: "I don't have six copies, or should I sell them for one hundred and fifty?"
"Okay!"
Lu Yang nodded and handed the book to the old man. There were only a few books left in the bag, so he handed it to Wei Zhixiu.
The old man started to take money out of his coat pocket, but he only took out a workers' and peasants' notice. He was embarrassed and said: "Oh, I didn't bring enough money. I'll go to the store in front to borrow some from someone. Can you please wait?"
"It's okay," Lu Yang stopped taking out a book from his schoolbag and said with a smile, "We have to leave too, I just want to go out with you."
"Okay, okay, follow me." The old man nodded, took a few books, shook his head and walked towards the shop on the side.
Arriving soon, the old man was about to enter a shop. In the shop next to him, a middle-aged man in his forties was sitting on a wicker chair boredly reading a newspaper. When he heard the noise and saw the old man, he smiled on his face and jumped in first.
He ran out and stopped the three of them.
"Hey, Mr. Yu! Why do you have the time to come here?" The middle-aged man is a bit fat, and he looks like a simple and honest man with a smile on his face.
"Come and take a look," the old man said with a cold expression. Then he bypassed the middle-aged man, entered the shop inside, and shouted: "Xiao Liu, lend me a hundred yuan."
Inside, a young man in his thirties saw the old man and looked at Lu Yang and Wei Zhixiu behind him. Without saying anything, he took out a card from under the counter and handed it over to him.
"Yu Lao, you're so proud of me." The middle-aged man who followed him didn't take it seriously at the old man's indifference. He still said with a smile: "Why do you need to borrow a hundred?"
The old man surnamed Yu took the money and left with Lu Yang and Wei Zhixiu. The middle-aged man waved goodbye behind him.
