She sells wine, and these wines are usually just displayed on the shelves, but few people pay attention to them, and her sales are not good. Who would have thought that she would sell so many wines today, and they are all expensive ones.
"Okay, okay, I'll move it over for you right away."
Before the saleswoman could move the wine for her, He Wan stopped her again and whispered, "Sister, I actually want to buy some aged wine. Do you know anyone who likes to collect wine? A day or two old, or three or five years old, it doesn't matter. I'll pay for it."
The sales clerk quickly came over and whispered, "Sir, are you really going to accept this?"
"right."
The sales clerk, who sells alcohol all day, does know some people like that, but isn't sure if they'll actually sell: "I know some, but they might charge a bit more. Do you want some?"
"I'll take anything as long as it's not outrageous, but I don't have tickets."
"The warehouse still has inventory from the past two years, do you want it?"
"Yes. You can bring them all over for me."
He Wan spent over two hundred yuan on three cases of wine.
They also made an appointment to meet again in a few days.
After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, He Wan went to another store and bought two more boxes.
We've almost used up all the wine vouchers.
Seeing that it was still early, he carried a bamboo basket and walked through the streets and alleys, selling his wares under the guise of collecting scrap.
He would ask everyone he met if they had any alcohol at home.
As it turned out, we actually found two companies that had collections, but the timeframes were relatively short, one three years and the other five years.
He Wan accepted them all.
It was almost noon when He Wan finished the last transaction and prepared to go back.
"Uncle, I collect old items. I accept money or receipts in exchange for things. What are you going to offer in exchange?"
The man didn't say anything, but let her into the yard first. He had just called out to her on the street that he was a ragpicker.
He Wan was still a little apprehensive because he hadn't spoken a word since then.
He unconsciously touched the electrode rod in his sleeve, which reassured him a lot.
The man led her to a shed in the backyard and then, in front of her, lifted a tattered bag full of dust.
The dust was so thick it almost choked He Wan, but then she noticed a pile of porcelain in the bamboo basket beneath the bag.
It's unclear what kind of porcelain it is because it's covered in mud and dirt.
The uncle spoke for the second time: "See if there's anything you like, just give me a little face."
After saying that, the uncle put his hands in his pockets and stood aside.
He Wan was in a dilemma. Although she collected old items, she didn't actually know how to examine them and mostly just accepted what others said.
I haven't received any counterfeit goods yet, but this one today doesn't look real at all.
But looking at the man's patched clothes and his long, uneven hair, it seemed he had cut it himself with scissors because he couldn't afford a haircut. He was taciturn and looked as if he wouldn't live any longer, making him appear pitiful.
He Wan didn't say anything, squatted down and rummaged around for a while, then took out two small bowls with thin layers of mud on them and said against her will, "Uncle, these two small bowls have nice paintings, they're quite exquisite, and they're in good condition. I can give you a hundred yuan."
Sure enough, after He Wan told him the price, the uncle's eyes lit up.
His lips trembled, his eyes staring intently at He Wan, a hint of ferocity in his expression: "How much can you give me?"
Seeing that he was about to go crazy, He Wan quickly took two steps back. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, so she quickly said, "One hundred, at most... at most I'll give you a few more tickets. I have all kinds of tickets here, what kind of tickets do you want?"
"Do you have any bookplates? I also need a pen and paper... Take another look and see if there's anything you like."
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