Is it true that only women have to sell things here in order to sell anything?

He has been setting up his stall here for more than 20 days, but has not sold a single thing.

He also needs to eat.

Fang Zongtang: "How about it, will you sell it?"

The stall owner changed his mind.

Twenty yuan is a lot of money. The woman before gave him five or ten yuan, and he still sold it anyway.

Anyway, these things were picked up from the river for free, and if we can sell them for money, we've made a profit.

"Sell it, how much do you want?"

Fang Zongtang smiled slightly: "All of them!"

When the stall owner heard her say this, he looked up at her several times.

This tone is really very familiar.

It was exactly the same thing he said to that woman.

What kind of luck is this?

Fang Zongtang bought a bunch of rust lumps and also bought the stall owner's bench.

A piece of rust costs twenty, a bench costs thirty.

The stall owner was silent for a few seconds, considering changing his business to selling benches, and then gave the place to Fang Zongtang.

If it were before, he would have definitely left.

But today, for some reason, he just didn't want to leave.

He wanted to see what this woman was going to do.

Fang Zongtang sat down directly on the bench and the scene started.

Lin Wenyou was the first customer.

After he squatted down, he looked around but couldn't see anything of value.

"What are these?"

Fang Zongtang picked up a rusty lump and rubbed it a few times with his ring.

"Hollow-out incense burner from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty."

The stall owner standing aside looked at Fang Zongtang with a dreamy look on his face.

This woman can brag better than him!

Lin Wenyou took out a magnifying glass and took another careful look.

"Missing something?"

Fang Zongtang: "The lid is missing. Look, isn't it right here?" She picked out the lid and handed it to Lin Wenyou.

Lin Wenyou missed the seeds last time and is still feeling aggrieved about it. The first thing he did when he got the whole thing was to see if there was anything hidden inside.

Fang Zongtang found it funny.

"What else can there be in the incense burner except ashes?"

When Lin Wenyou heard her talk about incense ash, he immediately became more energetic.

He quickly took out his handkerchief from his pocket and poured out the contents.

He was stopped by Fang Zongtang.

"Fifty thousand~!"

The stall owner next to him almost fell to the ground.

Black~

This woman is really dark~

His former boss was standing right here. He sold it for twenty dollars. Couldn't she wait until he left before bidding a random price?

Aren’t you afraid that he will regret not selling it?

Uh, that’s not right. Aren’t you afraid of scaring away people who want to buy things?

That's not how business works.

Lin Wenyou: “Okay.”

The former stall owner was dumbfounded.

Are you kidding me?

Are you kidding me?

Twenty bucks~

This thing was bought from him for 20 yuan. Why has he been sitting here for more than 20 days and no one has even asked about it? But as soon as she came, she asked for 50,000 yuan.

Is he dreaming?

Fang Zongtang: "Why don't you take a look at other things? They are all good stuff."

Lin Wenyou: “Yes.”

Fang Zongtang: "Each piece is fifty thousand, no bargaining!"

Lin Wenyou: “No problem!”

The stall owner’s former boss: There is a problem, a big problem!

It’s definitely a trust!

Others may not know, but doesn’t he know?

Were these rust lumps stolen from the scrap collection station?

It's not an antique at all?

Can you wait until someone leaves before you cheat him?

Otherwise he would feel like a fool!

Lin Wenyou picked out two more pieces.

The stall owner just squatted down, looked at him stupidly and refused to leave.

Lord Tiger is looking over here.

He had just been looking at this unlucky grandson for more than half a month.