The bald man got angry and snatched the hundred yuan from her hand. He picked up a piece of rag and threw it at her feet along with the stool.
"Get lost~"
She grabbed the rags and ran away!
There are more and more people in Xiaoli Garden.
She saw Song Yi and the others wandering around nearby, and made a gesture as if fanning them.
Go farther away and don't get in the way nearby!
She had just sat down for two minutes when an old man came up to her and asked.
"How much is this?"
She looked up at the sky, and said without even lowering her head: "One hundred thousand, no bargaining!"
Instead of being scared away by the high price, the old man squatted down.
"It's a bit expensive, make it cheaper!"
She lowered her head and glanced at the fan in the old man's hand.
"Can you lend me the fan?"
The old man handed her the fan nonchalantly.
She spread it out and fanned herself, pointing at the rusty spot the old man was looking at.
"I look at the people when I sell things. If I don't like them, I won't sell them even if you give me a million!"
The old man picked up the iron lump and talked to her while looking at it.
"Do you like me?"
She nodded immediately.
"You are a local, and you carry an air of culture. Be very careful with my things. Based on these three points, I believe that you will treat my family heirloom well!"
When the old man heard her say that, he immediately laughed and joked, "You treasure your heirloom like this?"
She directly brought out the original stall owner's words and said: "Things from more than a thousand years ago will rust no matter how well they are protected. This just proves that what I have is real!"
The old man laughed and started bargaining without any politeness.
"fifty thousand."
The bald stall owner nearby glanced over here at first, and when he saw that no one was leaving, he picked up the things and looked at them, then looked at them twice more.
After hearing the price being called, I immediately pricked up my ears and listened carefully.
She took the rust lump directly from the old man's hand and put it on the rag.
"I told you, I'll give you 100,000 because I like you. Do you want it or not?"
The bald guy nearby felt very complicated when he heard the words "Do you want love?"
He stopped doing business and just stared at Fang Zongtang.
Chen Zhen walked over and squatted next to the old man.
The old man seemed to know Chen Zhen. When he saw him coming, he immediately picked up the rusty lump in his hands.
"One hundred thousand is one hundred thousand."
This old man is a connoisseur!
She stretched out her hand to the old man: "One hand gives the money, the other hand gives the things!"
The old man was afraid that Chen Zhen would steal his things, so he quickly said to Fang Zongtang: "I have money outside, go get it now. But first of all, you can't sell the things to others!"
She waved the fan in her hand.
"Okay, I'll keep it for now, and you go get the money. I'll wait for you for half an hour, and after half an hour, I won't return the fan!"
When the old man left, he looked back several times and reminded her three times before leaving!
While looking at the things, Chen Zhen said, "He is a professor at Hong Kong University and also an antique collector. Sister Zong, can I see this thing?" He pointed at the rust lump and asked?
She raised the fan twice, which meant she agreed.
Chen Zhen weighed it in his hand, shook it, and immediately took the thing and asked Fang Zongtang.
"Sister Zong, take a look at this thing, can it be opened?"
She raised her eyebrows, took the thing and looked at it carefully.
“Let me try!”
She stretched her fingers and took off the ring. Just as she was about to put it aside, someone caught it.
"I'll take it!" Song Yi also came over.
Without even looking, she threw it in his direction.
Song Yi held his hand and caught it steadily.
She circled her fingers around the lump of iron and dug it down hard.
The black powder was squeezed and fell off.
She changed the angles a few more times to remove the things that were stuck on it!