740. Ancient mirrors that cannot take portraits (8)
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"Oh, that kid managed to get into college with great difficulty, but the tuition is so expensive. It's all because of my incompetence as an old man. He even wants to drop out and work."
Lao Litou said with a sad and depressed look.
Yang Zimei's heart felt bitter.
In this world, it is easy for some people to make money and spend a lot of money, but it is difficult for some people to make even a few cents and they are struggling.[
"Uncle Li, do you believe that this is a truly valuable antique?" Yang Zimei asked, shaking the pendant, "If it is really an antique, will you regret buying it for me so cheaply?"
"Xiao Mei, don't make fun of your old Uncle Li. Even if it is true, it has already been sold to you. I didn't have the life to own it. What should I regret?"
Old Li Tou said with a wry smile.
"Uncle Li, I think this may be true, so I'll give you five thousand yuan, will you sell it?"
Yang Zimei blinked and took out five thousand yuan from the bag.
Old Li stared blankly at the five thousand yuan and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
My son is only short of five thousand yuan in tuition!
However, this thing is obviously fake. It is produced on a unified assembly line in a processing factory. You can see one or two at every stall in Brunei Street.
He hesitated for a long time, and finally shook his head and said, "Xiaomei, this thing is really not true. If you think you want Uncle Li to make some money, then just give him twenty yuan and let him make money for you."
For nineteen yuan, today’s business is considered satisfactory.”
When Yang Zimei heard this, he smiled.
Being poor but not greedy, just like Li Zhen, is really rare and valuable.
"Okay, then I'll give you twenty yuan, and I'll lend you the five thousand yuan first, and you can pay me back when you have the money."
Yang Zimei took out another twenty yuan.
"Xiao Mei, do you really want to borrow money from uncle? It may take a long time for uncle to pay back." Lao Li looked into Yang Zimei's eyes, with muddy tears in his eyes, and his voice trembled.
"Old Uncle Li, I'm not short of money. How about you pay me back as much as you have?"
"Xiao Mei, you are so kind to your uncle. Just now, your uncle was trying to trick you?"
Lao Litou's face was full of shame.
"That's the normal behavior of a seller. Who doesn't do business like this in Brunei Street? I won't blame you. Hehe, you didn't successfully fool me anyway."
Yang Zimei handed the five thousand yuan to him, "Don't be anxious, take it home and pay for your son's tuition." [
"Thank you, Xiaomei. Thank you, Xiaomei. I'll give you an IOU."
Lao Li took out a pen and paper from his bag, wrote an IOU to Yang Zimei, and said honestly: "Xiaomei, if I don't have the ability to pay back, then you can take this IOU and let my son pay it back. We Lao Li
I will definitely not default on my debt."
"I believe you."
Originally, Yang Zimei just wanted to give the five thousand yuan to him and had no intention of taking it back.
Seeing how proud he was, he took the IOU, put it in his wallet, greeted several other stall owners, and went directly to Mo Xuan and Song Xuan.
Mo Xuan also opened the door early.
Two guys were cleaning the area nearby with big brooms. When they saw Yang Zimei, they immediately put down the broom and greeted warmly, "Xiao Mei, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why are you here so early today?"
"I have something to ask Mr. Song. Is he in the store?"
Yang Zimei asked.
"Mr. Song has gone out, but the landlady is here."
Yang Zimei was a little disappointed when she heard that Song Xuan was not here. The main purpose of her visit this time was to ask him to appraise the mirror.
