Even if someone comes to patronize the stall, they will be scared away by the sign "Small business, no bargaining" and will not even think about asking the price.
With just one glance, Gong Yu could tell that the stall owner must have been eating and sleeping at the stall.
Gong Yu couldn't help but become very interested in the stall owner.
What makes him live and eat here?
Judging from the items on his stall, he doesn't look like someone who is so poor that he doesn't even have a place to live.
When the stall owner heard someone asking about the price, he pulled down the quilt, glanced at the bottle in Gong Yu's hand, and yawned, "Ten thousand."
What he said was very perfunctory, as if he was just casually saying a price, giving people a very irresponsible feeling.
If it were someone else, after seeing the stall owner's attitude and hearing the price, they would definitely put down the bottle and leave.
But Gong Yu not only did not leave, but also picked up another inkstone and asked: "What about this one?"
"four thousand."
"What about this?" Calligraphy and painting.
"Eight thousand."
"Where is this jade pendant?"
"Thirty thousand." The shop owner was a little impatient.
Is this little girl here to disturb his nap?
The high prices that were raised attracted the attention of many passers-by, who looked at them with contempt.
How dare you charge such a high price for these broken things?
Just when everyone thought Gong Yu would put down the things and turn to leave, Gong Yu suddenly took out a bank card and said, "Boss, can I pay with the card?"
What?
Is this little girl actually willing to pay a high price for such junk?
Not only were the onlookers surprised, but even the stall owner looked at Gong Yu strangely, but did not answer.
At this moment, a kind passerby came forward and whispered a reminder: "Little boy, you can't buy these things!"
"Why?" Gong Yu wondered.
"All these things of his are fake." The old man answered affirmatively.
"Hey! Old man, what makes you say these things of mine are fake?"
When the stall owner heard the old man slandering his items in this way, he stood up angrily wrapped in a quilt.
Just now, Gong Yu was wondering why the stall owner wrapped himself so tightly.
Even though the weather is cold, it is not that exaggerated.
This time, she finally understood.
The stall owner was wearing summer clothes, short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and he looked so cold that he was shivering.
After being yelled at by the stall owner, the old man immediately shut up in frustration.
But he was willing to shut up, but the young people who followed him refused to do so.
"Hey! Lu Yunfei, what are you yelling at my dad for? Everyone in Fengling County knows that your wife is disgusted by your inability to bear children, so she packed up your antiques and ran off with another man."
"Your wife has told many people that the items she took were genuine, and the rest are fakes."
"Ha! Your wife took your things and ran off with some random guy, and you didn't bother them at all. Why are you showing off here?"
"Look at what you've become now."
"Your things are gone, and your wife sold the house. You have no choice but to stay here dressed like this, living a life neither human nor ghost. And you still have the nerve to shout like that."
The young man roared angrily in one breath, making Lu Yunfei's face turn pale and blue, and he was speechless.
Finally, before the young man helped the old man leave, he did not forget to remind Gong Yu:
"Don't buy it, anyone who buys it will be fooled."
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