The stall owner looked at the people paying out money one by one and felt like crying but had no tears.

"Master Tiger, do you think they will beat me if I ask for the things back?"

Tiger Lord gave the stall owner a deep look and said, "It's useless to beat you up. You don't have the fortune of others. If you come here, you will just sit on the bench like before!"

The former stall owner thought the same thing, otherwise he would have rushed forward when the first person paid.

"Master Tiger, what do you think of my fate?"

Tiger Lord glanced at the stall owner and said, "You are destined to be poor. You can't make a fortune, but you won't starve to death. You are just an ordinary person."

This sentence expressed the grievances of the former stall owner.

"I also work from dawn to dusk to do business. Why is it that no one asks about those things in my hands?"

Tiger Lord advised unhappily: "Comparison is the thief of envy. Don't compare yourself with that woman. Compare yourself with those who didn't sell anything. If you think about it this way, do you make a profit?"

The former stall owner thought about those people like him who had been sitting on the bench for more than ten or twenty days.

"If I introduce that woman to those people, will they hate me or thank me?"

Lord Tiger stopped them immediately because they were destined to be together.

"Don't do that. They are different from you. Beating you up is the least they can do. If they ask you for the difference in price, what can you give them to compensate them?"

The stall owner's former boss explained it all in one sentence.

"I'd better see how other people do business!"

Mr. Tiger: That’s right!

Comparing people will make you miserable, and comparing goods will lead to throwing them away.

There is just no comparison.

Fang Zongtang quickly cleared out the stall and also promoted Lao Xingtang.

Song Jizong pulled his father aside and muttered to himself again.

"Father, if Mother does this, will she be exposed?"

Song Yi was very calm: "If it's exposed, I won't buy it."

Fang Jizong: "Won't you be beaten?"

Song Yi: "Even if all of them were put together, they couldn't beat your mother!"

Fang Jizong stared blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Yi: "I'm kidding. Your mother never does anything she's not sure of. Don't say anything yet. Just watch slowly!"

Fang Jizong: “…”

As soon as the customer was sent away, the former stall owner came with Tiger Lord.

"I have a business, let me introduce it to you, I won't charge you any agency fees."

Fang Zongtang: I won't give it to you even if you ask for it.

Mr. Tiger stepped forward and introduced himself, then took Fang Zongtang to see his things.

Bronze plates of flowers, birds, fish and insects, fish symbols of the Chu State, and bronze plates from the Han Dynasty.

Fang Zongtang looked at them one by one and found that they were all genuine.

Tiger Lord said his purpose: "I want to deal with this batch of things quickly so that I can go home quickly."

Fang Zongtang didn't ask any further questions and just asked about the price directly.

"How much?"

Tiger thought for a moment and said, "Five thousand for one!"

Fang Zongtang: "It's too expensive, four thousand. If you have something like this in the future, I'll pay for it if you still pay this price!"

Lord Tiger looked up at Fang Zongtang and thought a lot in his mind.

Could it be that she came here for his things from the beginning?

It's not likely, few people know about this stuff.

He was wrong this time, thinking that it was a novelty and selling it at a high price. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a novelty, and no one recognized it, and they all thought it was fake.

Selling it for four thousand is not a loss at all!

"OK!"

Mr. Tiger nodded readily, and Song Yi immediately counted the items and paid.

The former owner of the stall was the one who was hurt the most.