Zhang Ziqian, a clerk at Zhenbaozhai and the young owner of this antique shop, frowned. After taking a deep breath, he stared at Mr. Wang warily.
"Old man, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about at all!"
Zhang Ziqian pretended to be calm, but his trembling voice revealed his nervous and fearful mood.
Smiling disapprovingly, Mr. Wang said calmly: "Just think that I'm fooling around."
"Young man, I see that your eyes are bloodshot and the circles under your eyes are a little dark. Your sleep quality is not very good."
Zhang Ziqian breathed a sigh of relief. He really thought that the old man had seen something, but it turned out that he just saw that his mental state was not very good.
After carefully looking at Zhang Ziqian's face several times, the smile on Mr. Wang's face gradually faded. He touched his chin and said: "Young man, I saw a faint trace of blood on your Yintang. I guess that everything you have done these days has changed."
It's not going well, and what's more serious is... I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster."
Zhang Ziqian's face turned dark at that time. I believe you, you are such a bad old man!
Isn't it just that you refuse to return the goods, so you are cursing me like this?
We don’t have any grudges, there’s no need to be like this!
Zhang Ziqian was feeling embarrassed. He had not slept well these past few nights and his overall mental state was very poor. Now that this bad old man was pretending to be a magic stick to deal with him, Zhang Ziqian's lungs were about to explode with anger.
Staring at Mr. Wang with a stinky face, Zhang Ziqian suppressed his anger and said in a low voice: "Old man, I just stayed up late watching dramas and playing games and didn't sleep much. As for the red mark on the Yintang, it was because I dozed off before.
It’s because I rest my forehead on my arm.”
"It really has nothing to do with what you said."
Zhou Shiqi snickered on the sidelines. For Lao Wangtou to still want to be a magic stick, his level of deception is too low!
Mr. Wang looked stunned. Did I guess wrong?
No, this kid's panic look before didn't seem to be fake.
What's more, Wang Dazhuang's dog has made it clear that the evil spirit emanating from the scimitar will make people fall into bloody hallucinations after invading the human body.
Mr. Wang was very sure that the boy in front of him must have been affected by those evil spirits unknowingly, he just didn't want to admit it.
With a roll of his eyes, Mr. Wang knew that he had to take another strong medicine, otherwise this boy would not believe him at all.
After pondering for a moment, Mr. Wang suddenly became extremely solemn and said in a deep voice: "Young man, I think you are lying."
"It's not that you stayed up late watching TV shows and playing games and didn't get enough sleep, but... you didn't dare to fall asleep at all."
"You are afraid that if you sleep to death, you will really fall asleep and never wake up again."
As he spoke, Mr. Wang stared at Zhang Ziqian with unblinking eyes, seeing that his face was getting paler and paler, and his eyes were filled with fear.
Mr. Wang remained calm on his face, but in his heart he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He finally guessed it right, so you guys won't take the bait?
Zhang Ziqian's expression changed uncertainly, and he was a little hesitant in his heart. He didn't know whether he should tell the whole story about his situation.
Seeing this, Mr. Wang decided to strike while the iron was hot and continued: "Young man, I know, in fact, not only do you have insomnia and dreams at night and dare not fall asleep, your father, the boss of Zhenbaozhai, should also have the same symptoms as you, right?"
As soon as these words came out, it immediately became the straw that broke the camel's back.
Zhang Ziqian was shaking like chaff, his eyes filled with disbelief.
In his eyes, Mr. Wang's figure suddenly grew taller.
After saying this, Mr. Wang, who had been silent all the time, seemed to Zhang Ziqian to be the kind of person who behaved like an outsider.
However, when he glanced at the exquisite wooden box held by Mr. Wang from the corner of his eye, Zhang Ziqian felt a little nervous.
The front foot had just bluntly refused the old man's request to return the goods, and in the blink of an eye he was asking for help. Zhang Ziqian felt that if it were him, he would definitely not be willing to help.
But "money and goods are not refundable" is the rule of the store. If this rule is broken and spread, cats and dogs will come here to return goods in the same way. Then the store will not open yet. Do you still want to do it?
Business done?
Zhang Ziqian knew that recently, both he and his father had suffered from insomnia and excessive dreams, and their dreams were filled with Shura scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
At this time, Zhang Ziqian and his father thought that they were possessed by evil spirits. His father also went to the temple to pray for a few peace charms. They both carried them with them and placed the rest in their bedroom at home.
However, even if they prayed for the peace charm, they didn't get a good night's sleep.
Now I happened to meet someone who could tell me and his father's symptoms of insomnia and dreaminess. Zhang Ziqian was like grabbing a life-saving straw when he was drowning. How could he let Mr. Wang go so easily?
After thinking about all this, Zhang Ziqian took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Old man, since you can see the symptoms of my insomnia, I wonder... if you have a solution?"
Mr. Wang smiled noncommittally and raised the wooden box in his hand towards Zhang Ziqian.
Zhang Ziqian's expression froze, and he knew that the old man was going to make trouble with the jade pendant.
After pondering for a moment, Zhang Ziqian frowned slightly and said: "Old man, this 'money and goods are cleared, no refunds or exchanges' is the rule in our store, really..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Ziqian saw that Mr. Wang's face was gloomy. He knew it was wrong and hurriedly said: "Old man, you should have heard that there are no rules."
"I really can't break the rules in my store!"
"It's just that I have another idea, that is... I'll buy the jade pendant in your hand for fifty thousand yuan. Do you like it?"
Mr. Wang was happy, then shook his head and said: "I won't sell it!"
"Uh..." Zhang Ziqian looked suffocated, rubbed his forehead and said, "Old man, can you please stop joking with me?"
Mr. Wang had a straight face and said matter-of-factly: "Who are you kidding? You hear me clearly, I won't sell it!"
"I will never sell it for fifty thousand yuan!"
Zhang Ziqian's face turned dark at that time. He heard the deep meaning in Mr. Wang's words. If he doesn't sell it for 50,000 yuan, then he must sell it for more than 50,000 yuan, right?
Zhang Ziqian felt embarrassed, this old man really had the potential to be a profiteer.
He wanted to yell bluntly in front of Mr. Wang, "No way, don't even think about it, I won't give you a dime more."
Of course, Zhang Ziqian only dared to think in his heart that he did not dare to offend the mysterious old man in front of him now.
Rubbing his temples, Zhang Ziqian frowned slightly and said, "Old man, how much do you want to sell?"
Mr. Wang was about to say "one hundred thousand yuan", but before he could say anything, Zhou Shiqi kicked his heel gently from behind him.