"I can see that, although your nephew is young, he is definitely an intellectual. His knowledge is beyond your reach. Is he in middle school?"

Wan Feng puffed out his chest: "Seventh grade."

"Look, your nephew is in seventh grade now. Have you graduated from elementary school, brother?"

Zhang Hai acted embarrassed and said, "I've just graduated from primary school."

"Primary school? Hehe, we're the same. I'm a little better than you. I studied in high school for one more year, but I didn't graduate. Your nephew has a higher education than both of us. He can be considered an educated person."

In the 1950s and 1960s, the grades before the fourth grade of elementary school were called primary school, and the grades of fifth and sixth grade were called senior primary school. It seems that this was still the name until 1965. Wan Feng is not very clear about this.

Compared with their academic qualifications, Wan Feng is definitely more educated.

Zhang Hai pretended to think for a moment, "But my nephew's academic performance is excellent. Nephew, please don't lie to your uncle. Why do I feel like you and this guy are playing a double game?"

"Uncle, what are you talking about? We are a real uncle and nephew. I haven't even known him for two hours, and you're trying to play a double act with him? Uncle, you have a weird head!"

"Yeah, so what do you mean we buy this equipment?"

"Of course I bought it! Imported equipment is not something you can come across all the time."

"Okay, today I'll listen to you, little bastard. Um, how much are you going to sell this equipment for?"

"If you want both sets, I'll endure the pain and not bleed. How about 26,000?"

"What? Twenty-six thousand? You must be joking. I'm not buying it!"

Zhang Hai turned and left.

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