"Okay, okay, I'll move it over to you right away."

Before the salesperson could bring her the wine, He Wan stopped her again and whispered, "Sister, I actually want to buy some aged wine. Do you know anyone who likes to store wine? One or two years, three or five years are all fine. I'll pay for it."

The salesperson also came over and whispered, "Comrade, are you really going to accept it?"

"right."

The salesman sells alcohol all day and actually knows some people like this, but he's not sure if they sell it or not: "I know some, but they might sell it at a higher price. Do you want some too?"

"As long as it's not outrageous, I can take it, but there are no tickets."

"The warehouse still has stock from the last two years. Do you want some?"

"Yes. You can move them all to me."

There were three boxes of wine in total, and He Wan spent more than two hundred yuan.

Then we made an appointment to meet again in a few days.

After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, He Wan went to another one and bought two more boxes.

The wine tickets have been almost used up.

Seeing that it was still early, he carried a bamboo basket and walked through the streets selling goods under the guise of collecting rags.

Whenever I meet someone, I ask them if they have any wine at home.

As a result, I actually met two companies that had collections, but their collections were only for a short period of time, one for three years and the other for five years.

He Wan received them all.

Seeing that it was almost noon, He Wan walked to the last store, completed the transaction, and prepared to go back.

"Uncle, I collect old things and accept money and receipts in exchange for things. What do you plan to exchange?" The uncle didn't say anything and let her enter the yard first. The uncle had just called her a rag collector on the street.

He Wan still feels a little scared because she hasn't spoken a word until now.

My hand unconsciously touched the electrode in my sleeve, and I felt a lot more at ease.

The uncle took him to a shed in the backyard and opened a dusty, tattered bag in front of her.

The flying dust almost choked He Wan's throat. She looked carefully and saw a pile of porcelain in the bamboo basket under the bag.

It is difficult to tell what kind of porcelain it is because it is covered with mud or soil.

The uncle spoke for the second time: "See if there is anyone you like. It would be fine if you can give me some face."

After saying this, the uncle put his hands in his fold and stood aside.

He Wan was in a dilemma. Although she collected old things, she actually didn't know how to look at them. Most of the time, what others said was true was true.

But I haven't received any fake goods so far, but this one today doesn't look real no matter how I look at it.

But looking at the patched clothes this uncle was wearing and his long uneven hair, he probably had no money to get a haircut so he cut it himself with scissors. He was taciturn and looked like he would not live in the next second. He looked so pitiful.

He Wan didn't say anything. She squatted down and rummaged around for a while, then took out two small bowls that were thinly stained with mud and said against her will, "Uncle, these two small bowls are well painted, very delicate, and in good condition. I can give you a hundred dollars."

Sure enough, after He Wan mentioned the price, the uncle's eyes lit up.

His lips trembled, and he stared at He Wan with a ferocious expression: "How much can you give?"

He Wan saw that he was going crazy, and hurriedly took two steps back. A wise man would not suffer a loss in front of him, so he quickly said: "One hundred, at most. At most, I can give you a few more tickets. I have all kinds of tickets here, what kind of tickets do you want?"

"Do you have book tickets? I also need a pen and paper. Take a look and see if there is anything you like." (End of this chapter)