The stall owner was a little disappointed when he saw Zhang Yu coming over. He hadn't opened yet today.
Seeing the love in Zhang Yu's eyes, the stall owner explained: "Little brother, I really like it when you see this. It's not that I don't want to sell it to you. If it were anything else, I would definitely sell it to you without saying a word.
But this piece of jade pendant is not mine. Someone put it here for me and asked me to sell it on my behalf. The buyer requested it, and it must be exchanged for food.
How about you look at other things, little brother, I have a lot of good things here, if you like them, I will sell them to you at a cheap price, which can be regarded as making a friend."
Zhang Yu's eyes wandered to the so-called "good things" of the stall owner. After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head gently: "It's not as good as this jade pendant."
The stall owner felt a little embarrassed for a moment. Of course he knew that his stuff was not as good as this piece of mutton-fat white jade.
He forced a smile and tried to resolve the embarrassment: "Little brother, that's not what you said. Everyone's vision is different. Others may not like what you like, and others may not dislike what you don't like.
Let’s be honest, my stuff is really not bad, and I can buy it with money, not food.”
The stall owner's fingers lightly traced the goods, hiding his guilty conscience.
"What good can you get from this?"
Zhang Yu said he was disgusted, but his eyes involuntarily glanced at the pile of debris.
Just a moment later, he looked back with some boredom. It was just a bunch of ordinary things.
"Hey!" Just when Zhang Yu was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly found a very familiar object, which made his eyes widen instantly.
Is he being blinded? Why do you think that thing is so similar to the chicken bowl cup that was auctioned for 280 million in later generations?
Zhang Yu rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had seen it wrong, or that he had encountered an imitation.
However, the chicken cup was exactly the same as what he had seen in later generations. No matter in terms of shape, material or pattern, he had to believe his eyes.
The more he looked at it, the more he felt like it was really that priceless chicken cup!
But why are they here? Are they just thrown into the corner like trash?
"What's wrong? Little brother, are you interested?" Seeing something was wrong with Zhang Yu, the stall owner squinted his eyes skillfully and looked at Zhang Yu suspiciously.
He was a veteran at the antique market, and just because this kid immediately took a fancy to the piece of mutton-fat white jade he placed in the corner, he knew that he had something special.
With his current performance, he must have seen something good again.
"It's okay, I just lost my eyesight." Afraid of arousing suspicion from the stall owner, Zhang Yu rubbed his eyes and looked like he was blinded by the wind and sand.
The stall owner frowned, wondering if this young man was trying to trick me, right? He couldn't let a young boy pick him up.
With this idea in mind, the stall owner picked up several objects placed on the stall, looked left and right, and secretly observed Zhang Yu for a long time, trying to find any flaws.
At this time, a gust of wind and sand blew by, and the stall owner was also blinded by the wind and sand. He blinked his eyes for a while to adapt, and finally believed Zhang Yu's statement.
He just said, how many times has he looked at this pile of things, how could someone still miss it?
Seeing the reaction of the stall owner, Zhang Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took the opportunity to divert his attention, and turned his gaze back to the jade pendant, pretending to be reluctant to part with it.
Although he is rich, he does not want to be taken advantage of.
Furthermore, he enjoys picking up the leaks more than throwing money at them.
Zhang Yu looked at the jade pendant with a look of reluctance. After pondering for a moment, he gritted his teeth and looked difficult.
Zhang Yu seemed helpless and said: "As you can see, I didn't bring any food today. How about this? I'll exchange it for you with food stamps."
As soon as he heard the word "food stamps", the stall owner immediately beamed with joy.
Food stamps are great! Food stamps are much more valuable than other things at this time.
Even though he was happy, the stall owner did not forget to take a quick look at Zhang Yu's clothes.
He carefully looked at the 90% new clothes on Zhang Yu's body, rolled his eyes, and his cunning meaning came out unspoken: "If you pay 100 catties of food stamps, this jade pendant will be yours."
Facing the stall owner's lion's mouth, Zhang Yu didn't show any sign of anger. This is how business is done. He dared to return the money if he dared to give it: "100 kilograms of food stamps is impossible. Don't fool me. I'm young and buy food on the black market."
I also know the price of the ticket, the maximum is ten kilograms."
Hearing Zhang Yu's counter-offer, the stall owner was not happy: "How can you make such a counter-offer? How can we do business if everyone is like you?"
Faced with the stall owner's complaint, Zhang Yu just smiled and didn't answer.
Seeing Zhang Yu's attitude, the stall owner looked distressed: "Well, I think you really want it, little brother, so I'll take a step back, 90 pounds."
In the expectant eyes of the stall owner, Zhang Yu calmly held out a number: "15 pounds."
"80 pounds!"
"20 pounds!"
"70 pounds!" the stall owner continued to insist.
"22 pounds!" Zhang Yu still gave the new price as he did at the beginning.
"Little brother, how can you still bargain like this?" Seeing Zhang Yu's weight starting to rise by two pounds, the stall owner became anxious.
"..."
"..."
The two parties continued to bargain back and forth, and when the price dropped to 45 kilograms, the stall owner refused to lower it no matter what.
"38 pounds, this is my final price. If you agree, I will take it."
"40 kilograms. If you want 40 kilograms of food stamps, take them away. This is the lowest price. If it goes down any further, I will lose money. I can't help others sell things. I have to add money, right?"
Seeing that Zhang Yu was unwilling to buy anything and insisted on the price, the stall owner had no choice but to hand over the jade pendant as if he had lost a lot of money this time: "Okay, okay, I'll give you an advantage this time."
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As he spoke, he muttered in a low voice: "If the seller hadn't been so anxious to save lives with grain! I don't have that much grain in hand, I wouldn't have given it to you at this price."
Although he knew that he would meet the stall owner again if he kept grinding, but after seeing the chicken pot cup, Zhang Yu's ultimate goal had changed, so he planned to give up as soon as he could.
"It depends on what you said, you, who has made great achievements for us, can still lose money?" Zhang Yu joked with the stall owner and took out the food stamps from his pocket.
When I handed it over, I didn't forget to show some reluctance.
After the stall owner on the side saw the two food stamps that Zhang Yu deliberately left in his hand, he changed his eyes and began to introduce other things on his stall to Zhang Yu diligently.
"Little brother, come and take a look. There are all good things in here, handed down from my ancestors."
"No, you can't buy any more. If you buy more, you won't be able to eat." Zhang Yu said as he put the remaining food stamps that he cherished very much back into his pocket.
