Yang Zimei deliberately pretended to be poisoned by his hallucinogen, and asked with an obsessed look in his eyes, "How much does it cost?"
"Little girl, how much money do you have on hand?"
The stall owner thought she had been tricked, so he planned to take out all the money in her pocket.
He has been setting up a stall here for many years, watching all kinds of people coming and going every day, and he can keenly spot the rich and those who pretend to be rich at a glance.[
Yang Zimei looks like she is wearing ordinary casual clothes, but the material and tailoring are completely tailor-made. Especially her skin, which is white and tender, and her eyes are clear. She is not confused by the various objects on the street stalls. If she is not in a rich family's home,
It is absolutely impossible for someone who is pampered and pampered to have such magnanimity.
Therefore, he also thought that she was a scapegoat who could be killed.
"Well, not much, there should be hundreds of thousands left in the card." Yang Zimei also replied with a deliberately ignorant, childish and honest look.
Hearing that she had hundreds of thousands on her, the stall owner's eyes lit up cunningly, "Little girl, this is Yang Guifei's perfume bottle. It is a peerless antique. If it is auctioned at an antique auction, it will definitely fetch a sky-high price.
Yes, because you are so beautiful, I will take a small loss and sell it to you for 100,000 yuan. If you want it, do it quickly, lest you miss this village and lose that store."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm so excited. If I change hands again, wouldn't it be a huge fortune?" Yang Zimei teased.
"Yes, this is something that can earn you hundreds of thousands in one resale. For such a good thing, I can only let you pick it up, girl." The stall owner felt happy when he saw that Yang Zimei seemed to be about to be fooled. As long as
If he sells this thing with a wholesale price of ten yuan for one hundred thousand yuan, he won't have to do business this month.
“I really want to buy it, but”
Yang Zimei blinked, "Why do you let me make money from such a profitable thing? Wouldn't it be better for you to take it to the auction house yourself?"
The stall owner saw that Yang Zimei didn't seem to be stupid enough, so he pretended to sigh and look sad, "I also want to take it directly to the auction house to auction, but you see, we are just low-class people setting up stalls.
In such a high-end event as the auction, we won't even be allowed in. Only high-status people like you, girl, can enter, so we can only suffer a little loss and let the girl make a big profit."
"So that's it."
Yang Zimei pretended to be suddenly enlightened. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of an object on his stall that shone like an antique, and there were two of them.
One of them is a bronze Buddha statue that looks poorly made, and the other is a scroll painting.
She was secretly happy, and then she pretended to be helpless and said to the stall owner, "Uncle, I also want to make this money, but I only have 300 yuan in cash with me. Although I have some money on the card, I was charged the day before yesterday.
Mom's frozen and can't use it. I can't afford Yang Guifei's perfume bottle. Otherwise, I'll randomly pick two imitations and go back to play with them."
When the stall owner heard this, his smiling face turned into a chopping block face, and he said angrily: "Really, if you don't have the money, you should have told me earlier. I wasted my breath and expression."
"I'm sorry, uncle, let me take a look at this painting."
Yang Zimei pointed at the shabby-looking scroll painting.
"My painting is also an ancient painting. You can't see it first. You can only pay first. The fixed price is three hundred yuan." The stall owner said.
It is true that there is no business without treachery, and there is no treachery without business!
