One of them squatted down and without saying a word, threw out a stack of big unity notes.

Li Guifang was sharp-eyed and noticed that one of the men had a pager on his waistband. Those who could use such a thing these days were either profiteers or wealthy people.

Li Guifang was delighted, but her face remained tense. "You really know what you're talking about. This pot would cost at least 2,500 yuan elsewhere."

After the rest of the flowers were sold, the first thing Li Guifang did was to raise the price of the monk's head.

She stayed here for only an hour, and heard the numbers of three thousand and four thousand several times. She also secretly glanced at the appearance of the expensive flowers, which were about the same size as her monk's head.

Well, even though her monk's head plant is missing a piece of bamboo strip, it's not too much for her to sell it for three thousand!

As the sun rose higher, more and more people came to the market.

The stall's treasure attracted wave after wave of people to stop and look, but most of them asked the price, but few actually paid.

Li Guifang was not in a hurry either. She drank the tea in the enamel pot calmly.

Around noon, an old man in a long gown came to the stall, squatted down, took out his reading glasses from his pocket, put them on, and looked up and down, left and right, for a full twenty minutes.

"Three thousand, I want it." The old man suddenly said.

Li Guifang's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't show it on her face: "Grandpa, you have good eyesight. This is the real..."

"I know." The old man interrupted her and pulled out an old handkerchief from his inner pocket. Inside was a neatly stacked stack of Great Unity banknotes. "Here are three thousand. Count them."

Li Guifang took the money and counted them one by one with her fingers wet with saliva.

After confirming that it was correct, she carefully wrapped the flowerpot in newspaper and placed several layers of soft cloth on top. "Here, please take care. This flower loves the sun, so it's best to place it on a south window sill when you get home."

The old man nodded, turned around and left with the flowers.

Li Jianghai came over and whispered, "Wife, this old man doesn't look like a gardener."

This little old man has been in front of their stall for a long time, his glasses are almost sticking to the flower pots, and he just came to ask the price. He looks weird!

Li Guifang put the money close to her body and smiled: "Why do you care whether he is raising flowers or ghosts?

Who would buy this kind of flower to grow? We can't even imagine the uses of this flower. Don't worry about it, the money is real anyway."

She looked up at the sun and said, "Let's pack up! Let's go out to eat today!"

The stall was halfway closed when two people wearing red armbands wandered over. The leader nodded at Li Guifang and said, "Aunt Li, the goods are pretty good today."

"Thanks to the government. Comrade, thank you for your hard work!" Li Guifang smiled so hard that her teeth were showing, and she stuffed two packs of Daqianmen into the hand.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few thugs sneaking away in a cowardly manner around the corner.