Fang Zongtang glared at these two conspicuous bags one by one.
It makes them look awesome, doesn't it?
The old woman hesitated and nodded in agreement, and Song Yi took out the money directly.
Fang Jizong was responsible for getting the things.
There was a young man stamping his feet at the stall next to him. When he saw the old woman had sold her things, he hurried to try to sell his own things to them.
After a lot of chatter, she finally understood "Hello".
She was somewhat skeptical that what she had been learning for most of the past six months was a foreign language with a Hong Kong accent.
Song Yi translated it for her.
"He said the plates he has here are antiques once used by the royal family, and they're very cheap, only ten dollars each!"
She glanced at the stalls on the ground, turned around and left without saying a word.
The young man immediately called out from behind and she stopped.
"Are the people behind us scolding us?"
Song Yi twitched his lips: "He said it can be cheaper."
I see, this is telling her to go back!
"Let's go back and see how much cheaper it can be!" He turned around and went back.
Song Yi followed with amusement.
"Father, why did mother go back again? Did she understand?"
Song Yi glanced at his son and said, "Shut up, hold your things, and just listen!"
Fang Jizong didn't wait for his father to finish speaking and ran quickly towards his mother.
She continued to communicate with the young people in her halting foreign language.
"One dollar, will you sell it?"
The young man immediately said no and waved his hand.
Fang Zongtang said this very clearly: "If you don't sell it, I'll leave!"
The young man thought, if this woman who couldn't speak foreign languages fluently really left, wouldn't he be unable to sell a single item today?
"Okay, but you have to ask for more."
Fang Zongtang made another neat remark.
“Buy five, get one free?”
The young man was stunned, and began to suspect that the woman in front of him was deliberately pretending not to understand and speaking incoherently in order to deceive him.
She then stammered, "OK, I want them all?"
Although the words were halting, the young man understood the meaning.
This is a wealthy oriental woman. Although she doesn't speak foreign languages fluently, she is very generous.
"OK."
She had already made the deal without Song Yi and Fang Jizong.
It seems that learning a foreign language is not just about writing, you also have to talk to people more!
There were too many plates for Fang Jizong and Song Yi to carry. When Song Yi suggested putting them on the car, Fang Zongtang pulled him aside.
He took out a blue and white plate with dragon pattern from inside, and the others waved their hands.
"I don't want these anymore!"
Song Yi hurriedly asked: "Atang, which dynasty is this from?"
Fang Zongtang looked at the dragon-patterned plate carefully and said, "Kangxi official kiln!"
Song Yi quickly put the other plates in the corner, so that when someone passed by, the plates would be picked up!
There was a large antique shop on the street, and she recognized a few words on the shop's sign.
"Xia country antiques!"
Song Yi completed what was written above.
"There are Xia Country antiques in there!"
After they entered the store, the boss was the only one there. When he saw them coming, he enthusiastically tried to sell them things.
"Those are all oriental things, very exquisite and gorgeous."
Generally speaking, when the boss says this, it means the item is very expensive.
It also means that the person asking the price is a fat sheep and can be slaughtered.
"Let's just take a look!" She said this very fluently.
The shop owner enthusiastically let them take a look around.
There were a lot of things and she wanted them all, but the price tag made her feel like a very fat sheep.
She felt bad for paying for it.
She would feel bad if she didn't pay.
I caught a glimpse of a stone Buddha with a broken hand on the ground. I looked around and saw that there was no price tag.
"Boss, are you selling the broken stuff too?"