When Shuiyu and others heard that Mengyu was going to collect antiques, they immediately became happy: "Let's go together!"
Everyone wanted to go, and Mengyu complied with everyone's wishes. So, they all got on the tractor-trailer that Mengyu bought for Ah Xin to collect scraps, and headed towards the countryside.
The car drove for more than two hours before reaching its destination. Mengyu discovered that there were many jars piled under a big tree at the entrance of the village, and a middle-aged man was waiting there.
Sure enough, Mengyu guessed right, they were all a bit crooked and defective.
Ashin introduced Mengyu to Lao Bei: "Uncle Lao Bei, this is our boss, surnamed Jiang. The others are all friends of our boss."
Lao Bei called Boss Jiang and looked at the five young men and women with a trace of greed in his eyes.
Mengyu counted and found one hundred and one. Then she took out three hundred and three yuan and said: "Lao Bei, you have a total of one hundred and one jars, three yuan each, a total of three hundred and three."
Yuan.”
But Lao Bei refused to accept her money: "These jars of mine are antiques and very valuable. I can't sell them to you for three yuan. You can only sell them for thirty yuan each."
Mengyu and others looked at Ashin, didn't they say three yuan each?
As soon as he heard this, Ashin became angry: "Old Bei, obviously yesterday you said it was three yuan a piece."
Lao Bei glanced at Ashin with disdain: "Yesterday I didn't know this was an antique, so I sold the antique as a daily necessities for three yuan each. Now I know that this is a precious antique, so naturally it costs three yuan."
It’s ten yuan each.”
There were other villagers under the big tree at the entrance of the village. They were all a little disdainful when they saw Lao Bei sitting on the ground raising his price.
Moreover, these jars were dug out in the back mountain. When Old Bella went back, they became his. They only sold them for two yuan each, but they actually sold them for twenty yuan each. Isn't this too outrageous?
They stared at Mengyu and Lao Bei, as if as long as Mengyu paid, they would gather together and rob them.
Mengyu looked at everyone, then at Lao Bei, smiled, and said, "I only accept jars worth two yuan. Since your jar costs twenty yuan, we won't take it."
Her consciousness had already shot to the back mountain and discovered a place of broken cans.
She looked up at the people in the village and said, "Anyone of you who has a jar like this and is willing to sell it for three yuan can sell it to me."
As soon as she said this, someone immediately replied: "I have one at home, I have three of them."
"I have them at home too. I have five at home."
"We have it at home too."
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Not long after, someone went home, found the jar, and sold it to Mengyu.
Mengyu took a look and found that the jars these people brought out were better than Lao Bei's jars, with more regular shapes and more beautiful patterns.
Mengyu said: "I can give you five yuan for this beautiful jar."
The villagers were naturally happy. Those who had packed the items and were reluctant to sell them went back one by one to take out the jars and sell them to Mengyu.
After all, the jars I bought on the market only cost 40 to 50 cents each, and they were filled with pomelo, so they were more beautiful than these.
In this way, Mengyu actually received fifty-three jars.
Lao Bei was very dissatisfied when he saw that Mengyu paid five yuan for other jars but only two yuan for his own: "Little girl, why do you pay five yuan for theirs and only two yuan for mine?"
Before Mengyu could say anything, the villagers shouted: "Old Bei, no one wants these things from you. You are so crooked that you are not as good as the rest of us. You also want to sell them for five yuan, ah, that's not right.
You want to sell it for twenty yuan. You don’t care whether it’s worth the money.”
But Lao Bei straightened his neck and shouted: "This is obviously an antique, but you are selling it too cheaply."