Chapter seven hundred and fiftieth chapters regret
Li Huihui talked to Xue Qi about this person.
"Well, I heard my parents mention it twice, and they also told me to stay away from him. This man has a bad reputation in the town. I heard my dad said that his father and grandfather were both teachers and passed away long ago.
, he is the only one in the family, but he is very lazy and doesn’t do any work. He neither farms nor works. He steals all day long and gambles. He has sold everything that the family can sell. He is over forty years old and still has a lot of money.
I don’t have a wife yet.”
On the other side, Xue Chen was chatting with Zhao Yuande wordlessly.
Zhao Yuande looked at Xue Chen up and down, and asked: "You want to buy a book? Let me tell you first, these books are handed down from my ancestors, and they are not cheap."
Xue Chen lowered his head, carefully flipped through the Han Li etymology book on the stall with one hand, and casually replied: "It was handed down from our ancestors?"
"Then I can still lie to you." Zhao Yuande snorted softly.
The pillar on the side showed a disdainful look and glanced at Zhao Yuande. He had heard of the origin of these books. Zhao Yuande was a gambler. In recent years, he had been living on the savings left by his father and grandfather who were teachers.
I sold everything that could be sold, and I was just trying to make ends meet. More than a month ago, I ran out of money again, so I decided to sell the rusty farm tools that had not been touched for more than ten years in a warehouse made of loess at a low price for money.
After moving all the farm tools out, an iron box appeared in the warehouse. Zhao Yuande thought it contained some kind of treasure. When he opened it, he saw it was a pile of old books and some newspapers from thirty or forty years ago.
Zhao Yuande threw away the newspapers casually, but kept these books. They were selling them at the market in order to exchange for some money for the New Year.
Xue Chen raised his head, looked at Zhao Yuande, and asked, "How do you sell these books?"
Seeing that Xue Chen really wanted to buy these books, Zhao Yuande immediately became more energetic. After thinking about it for a while, he hummed and said: "I must say, these books are not cheap. Although I, Zhao Yuande, have not read books for a few years, but people
You’re not stupid. These books are probably left behind by my old father or grandfather. They are all decades old. Each book costs one thousand yuan, so you can buy it at the same price. Can you afford it?”
"One thousand yuan a book..." Xue Chen's eyes moved and he started to think about it.
Before Xue Chen could open his mouth, suddenly, Zhuzi's wife from the pork stall looked at Xue Chen and said in surprise: "Hey, aren't you the Xue Chen from Liushu Village?"
"Do you know me?" Xue Chen turned his head and looked over in surprise.
"I know you. I've met you once. My second uncle is from your village. My second uncle has mentioned you several times and said that you have a good heart. He donated hundreds of thousands to build roads in the village..."
When Zhao Yuande heard what Zhuzi's wife said, his eyes widened immediately. He looked up and down at Xue Chen in shock and said in disbelief: "You? Donated hundreds of thousands to build roads in the village for free? Did your head get ripped off?
Damn it, it’s a waste of money. If I had those hundreds of thousands, I would definitely stay and spend it on my own. I would rather do something else..."
Hearing the unpleasant words Zhao Yuande said, Xue Chen frowned and didn't care about him, because he had long seen that Zhao Yuande had no qualities, he couldn't speak and he didn't know how to behave, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten in.
Now that he was in this situation, he originally wanted to take a closer look at this pile of books, but because he didn't want to talk to Zhao Yuande anymore, he stopped reading. The Han Li Ziyuan was already worth buying.
"One thousand copies? Okay, I want them all. How many copies are there in total?" Xue Chen asked.
Zhao Yuande was still mumbling, as if he wanted to find out where Xue Chen got his money. He sniffed hard and squinted his eyes: "Several hundred thousand, just donate when you say it, is it possible?"
Is your money brought by the strong wind? Hehe, or is your boy working as a pretty boy for women in their fifties and sixties in the city..."
"I bought these books!" Xue Chen said loudly and impatiently. If it weren't for this pile of books, he wouldn't want to communicate with this Zhao Yuande for a second. He is really a top-notch person.
"What? You bought them all?" Zhao Yuande said just now that a thousand yuan for a book is an exorbitant price. He set a higher starting point. When someone actually sells the book, even if he is cut off a few times, it will cost him only a hundred yuan.
He would be happy to have snot bubbled up in his nose after selling each book. In his eyes, it was strange that these books were valuable. If they were valuable, would his grandfather and father not tell him about the only child of the old Zhao family before he died?
Left to eat dust in the warehouse?
And Xue Chen did plan to discuss the price again, but he was really disgusted by Zhao Yuande's disgusting behavior, so he didn't care about the money.
Zhao Yuande was just about to agree, but suddenly he thought that the man in front of him would donate hundreds of thousands to the village to build roads for nothing. He must be a rich man. His eyes murmured and he opened his mouth and said: "One thousand yuan a book.
I’m talking about the one at the top that you just touched. The ones below are more valuable, and the ones below are all worth 3,500. If you buy them all, then I’ll calculate the price for you.”
"Tsk." Xue Chen saw Zhao Yuande playing this trick in front of him. He couldn't help but want to laugh. It felt so funny. He knew the heart of this kind of person so well that he stood up without saying a word to him.
, put down a sentence, "Since it is passed down from your ancestors, then you can keep it for yourself and play with it. During the Spring Festival, hold the book and read more. In one sentence, it is good to say that the book has its own golden house and Yan Ruyu."
Xue Chen turned around and left without any hesitation. Zhao Yuande looked at Xue Chen's back, moved his mouth, and finally snorted without making a sound.
After Xue Chen walked away, Zhao Yuande raised his voice and shouted: "Selling books."
Some curious people asked casually, but when they heard that a book was worth a thousand dollars, they turned around and walked away without even looking at it.
Zhuzi, the pork seller, snorted softly: "Zhao Yuande, I think there is something wrong with your mind. People bought you for a thousand copies, but you didn't sell it. Now that he is gone, you must be dumbfounded."
Zhao Yuande squeezed the gum from the corners of his eyes and said bravely: "Tch, if he really likes these books of mine, believe it or not, he will have to come back. If you don't believe it, we'll see!"
The market in the town usually started at six or seven in the morning, and stalls started to disperse at ten o'clock. Zhao Yuande kept stretching his neck and looking at the people coming and going, hoping that Xue Chen would take the initiative to come back and negotiate with him.
But it was not until ten o'clock that the nearby pork stalls had closed down, and there were fewer and fewer people coming and going, but the person he expected to see had not yet appeared.
Zhuzi was in a good mood. All the meat from a big pig was sold, leaving only one pig's head. He turned to look at Zhao Yuande and said with a smile: "Zhao Yuande, you said you are really sick, so you won't sell a copy for one thousand yuan."
, do you think everyone is as rich as Xue Chen? Now, I haven’t sold any of them. If you sold them, how could you sell so many books for thousands of dollars and live a good year?
It’s great to buy a pig’s head and stew it, and buy a bottle of white wine, why bother being here in the cold.”
Zhao Yuande had already regretted it for a long time and his intestines were turning green, but now he was even more regretful after being told by Zhu Zhu. He looked depressed and wished he could give himself two slaps. It would be great to sit on the head of the hot pit and stew pig head meat and drink a little wine! It would be great to help!
When Xue Chen appeared in his sight again, he almost jumped up with excitement.
Xue Chen didn't even look in the direction of Zhao Yuande. He chatted and laughed with the two girls, Xiaomei and Li Huihui, while walking in the direction of the parking lot.
Now Zhao Yuande was not as tough as before. Seeing that Xue Chen didn't take the initiative to come over, he jumped out like a monkey and ran to Xue Chen. He laughed awkwardly: "I thought about that just now, since you like it
, then I’ll sell it to you, all for one thousand yuan a copy.”
Xue Chen glanced at Zhao Yuande indifferently, and said without any fluctuation in his tone: "Five hundred yuan a book, if you agree, I will take it all, and forget it if you don't sell it."
"Five hundred..." Zhao Yuande was confused. Just when he was hesitating to raise the price, he saw Xue Chen raising his feet and walking away. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull Xue Chen, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, five hundred is five hundred."
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"Okay, deal." Xue Chen nodded calmly.
Zhao Yuande felt a toothache and regretted even more. If he had known it, he would have sold one thousand yuan per copy, but now it is better, it has become five hundred yuan per copy, which is half the money.
There were twelve old books in total. Xue Chen didn't look at them carefully. He asked Xiao Qi for a plastic bag, packed them all, and gave Zhao Yuande 6,000 yuan.
Holding a thick stack of red bills in his hand, Zhao Yuande felt comfortable and had a smile on his face. Such a sum of money was enough for him to live a good year, and he could also play a few cards happily.
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Xue Chen didn't say anything more to Zhao Yuande. He turned around and left with the book in hand, but before he could go far, he was stopped by Zhao Yuande again.
Zhao Yuande caught up with him and luckily said, "There is another book here. I almost forgot about it. I thought the stone was too cold, so I sat on it. I just remembered it when I saw it."
"Oh." Xue Chen took it and casually glanced at the old book that Zhao Yuande put under his buttocks as a cushion. He narrowed his eyes, took out his wallet and gave Zhao Yuande five hundred yuan, who was waiting for it.
"I may still have old books at home. If I look around again, I might be able to find some. Do you want any more?" Zhao Yuande collected the five hundred yuan, then thought about it and said hurriedly.
"Do you still have old books at home?" Xue Chen looked at Zhao Yuande and asked.
Zhao Yuande's eyes hid for a moment and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I didn't bring out all of it. It's too heavy. This is only part of it."
Xue Chen had seen not many people of all kinds, but quite a few. Few people could deceive him, and Zhao Yuande couldn't do it. When he saw the person's evasive eyes for a moment, he realized that this person was not telling the truth.
Let's wait and see with his mind-reading ability. As expected, Zhao Yuande wanted to get some second-hand books that cost twenty or thirty yuan a piece from outside to fool him and get more money.
"No, I don't need it anymore." After replying coldly, Xue Chen ignored Zhao Yuande and left directly with the book in hand. (To be continued)