When Jimo Qiao came over just now, she saw a shop selling combs. She wanted to buy a useful comb so that she could use it herself and help her brother-in-law comb her hair.【】
Walking back along the market street, Jimo Qiao soon found the shop selling combs.
"Yes, this is it." Jimo Qiao was very happy.
Immediately afterwards, Jimo Qiao entered the shop.
Although the store has a small front, it is quite spacious inside, and the products on display are so dazzling that Jimo Qiao didn't know where to start.
Maybe it was still early and there were not many customers in the shop. There were only two clerks cleaning the counter and shelves, busy with their heads down.
The shopkeeper is a man in his early thirties with a mustache and looks a bit like a profiteer.
Seeing a customer entering the store, the shopkeeper with a mustache quickly walked out from behind the counter and faced Jimo Qiao.
In just a few short steps, the bearded man had already looked Jimo Qiao up and down several times.
The bearded man saw at a glance that the clothes Jimo Qiao was wearing were not ordinary cheap fabrics, so he immediately put away his scornful attitude and greeted him enthusiastically.
"Miss, I am the shopkeeper of this shop. How can I help you?" The Chinese character must be polite, modest and courteous to others.
When Jimo Qiao heard the voice, he looked back at the shopkeeper, nodded and said, "Shopkeeper, I want to buy a better comb."
The man with a mustache said with a smile: "I wonder what kind of comb does Miss want?"
Jimo Qiao had no idea, so he said: "Can I trouble the shopkeeper to introduce it?"
"Of course. Miss, please come this way. I will introduce you to you slowly."
Normally, Bazi must have been introduced by his assistant, but he saw that Jimo Qiao was of high status, so he came by himself.
Jimo Qiao followed Bazi Xu to a row of containers and heard Bazi Xu say: "Miss, most of the combs placed here are made of cows, sheep horns, or ordinary wood or bamboo, which are commonly used by ordinary people.
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Jimo Qiao lowered his head and saw that, as the shopkeeper said, they all had ox horn combs, sheep horn combs, wooden combs and bamboo combs, and the prices were clearly visible, ranging from a dozen to a hundred cents.
The man with a mustache said with a smile: "But I think these combs are too ordinary and not suitable for use by a lady of such a distinguished status."
Jimo Qiao glanced at the mustache and asked, "How did you know that I have a distinguished status?"
"Based on the young lady's dress and outstanding temperament, how can she be an ordinary person?" He said with a smile.
Jimo Qiao also smiled, nodded and said: "Shopkeeper, you have very sharp eyes..."
"Thank you very much, Miss." He must be very humble.
Jimo Qiao suddenly became playful and asked, "Shopkeeper, aren't you worried that my outfit was stolen from a rich man's house?"
"Hahaha, Miss, you are joking." The mustache laughed.
Jimo Qiao stopped joking and continued to ask: "Shopkeeper, what kind of comb do you think is suitable for me to use?"
The mustachioed shopkeeper immediately turned sideways, stretched out his hand and said, "Miss, please look over there."
Jimo Qiao walked over and took a look. The row of containers indicated by the mustaches were all made of gold, silver, jade or precious wood. They were very beautiful and high-end.
Not only combs, there are also hairpins, buns, hairpins, flower beads, gold diamonds, walking sticks and other decorations on the shelves, all of which are styles that women usually wear on their heads.
Jimo Qiao took a look at the prices. The cheapest ones cost two or three taels of silver, while the expensive ones cost dozens of taels. The difference is quite huge.
After looking at it carefully for a while, Jimo Qiao gradually ran out of ideas. Because there were too many types and the styles were all beautiful, Jimo Qiao didn't know which one to choose.
"Miss, is there anything you like here?" Bazixu asked diligently.
Jimo Qiao frowned and shook his head: "Shopkeeper, do you have anything to recommend?"
The bearded man thought for a moment, picked out an exquisite jade comb from the container, and said, "Miss, what do you think of this?"
Jimo Qiao took it over and held it. After trying the feel, he nodded and said, "It seems pretty good. How much is this?"
The man with a mustache said with a smile: "Miss, this jade comb is of good quality and made by famous craftsmen. It is a rare thing."
"I know, let me ask you how much." Jimo Qiao asked.
The man with a mustache said with a smile: "If you sincerely want to buy it, I can give you a discount and just pay thirty taels."
"Thirty taels? So expensive?" To be honest, this was the first time Mo Qiao had seen such an expensive comb.
Jimo Qiao immediately returned the comb to the mustache: "Then I don't want it anymore."
The bearded man knew that his price was too high, so he hurriedly said: "Miss, don't worry, the price is easy to negotiate. The sale is negotiated."
Ever since, the two began to bargain over the price of the jade comb.
At this moment, a male customer came into the shop, followed by two tall servants.
"Where's the shopkeeper?" The customer shouted in a loud voice as soon as he came in.
Hearing the sound, the eight-character bearded man turned his head and immediately left Jimo Qiao to greet him enthusiastically. He nodded and bowed with a smile and said: "Oh my, it turns out that Mr. Samutege is here. I'm sorry for the delay in welcoming you from afar. I'm sorry!"
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This Samutege master was the stone merchant who supplied stones to the great prince Kalukala.
Samutege said loudly: "Shopkeeper, I came here today to buy a silver comb as a gift. Can you help me choose one?"
While speaking, Samutege's eyes had already noticed Jimo Qiao.
In an instant, Samutege's eyes couldn't move, and they landed directly on Jimo Qiao's body, looking up and down.
However, Jimo Qiao didn't notice Samutege's gaze, and was still looking at the jade comb in his hand seriously.
As soon as the horoscope boy heard that Samu Tiege wanted to buy a silver comb, he hurried to pick out the best products for him.
Samutege was not idle either, pretending to look at the goods in the shop while slowly approaching Jimo Qiao.
Jimo Qiao looked at the comb for a while, then raised his head and asked: "Shopkeeper, can you do twenty taels? I'll buy it for twenty taels."
The shopkeeper stopped and pretended to think about it, then he looked like he had suffered a big loss and sighed: "Okay, okay, who makes the lady like it? I sold it to the lady for twenty taels."
Jimo Qiao immediately put down the jade comb and said: "Shopkeeper, please keep this comb for me. I will go get the money and be back soon..."
Ever since he lost his banknote last time, Jimo Qiao's money has been kept in Chai Yan's safekeeping, leaving only some scattered silver with him.
"Ah? Miss, you didn't bring any money?" The shopkeeper was stunned, thinking to himself, if you didn't bring any money, what price would you pay?
Jimo Qiao said: "Shopkeeper, I will get the money right away. You must keep it for me."
With that said, Jimo Qiao was about to go out, thinking of going to Chai Yan to get money.
But as soon as I walked to the door of the store, I heard someone shouting: "Shopkeeper, I want this jade comb that she doesn't want. Please wrap it up for me!"
The person who said this was none other than Mr. Samutege who had just come in.
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