The boss raised his eyebrows and said confidently: "This is a genuine antique!"
Feng Feng ignored all this and started bargaining directly.
"100 yuan, will you sell it?"
Jin Shile opened his mouth wide.
What the hell?
The boss jumped up from the small stool, his nose crooked with anger.
"Little boy, how can you bargain like that?"
"This is thirty thousand, not three thousand, nor three hundred!"
"If you don't really want to buy it, just leave now and stop teasing this old man..."
Jin Shile felt relieved.
He just said it.
This bargaining is too unreasonable.
Just as he rolled up his sleeves.
He was going to show Feng Feng the bargaining skills he had acquired after shopping all over the antique street.
Feng Feng had already stopped him with his own skills.
No need to go, he can do it himself.
He continued to bargain with the boss.
"90 yuan, boss, if you agree, I'll pay right away."
"Fifteen thousand, 50% off is my lowest price..."
"80 yuan, sell it if you want."
"Actually, 100 yuan is not a bad option..."
"Forget it, I'd better go buy a new sickle from the supermarket next door. Soaking it in water for a few days will have the same effect..."
"Deal! 80 is 80!"
The boss finally realized that this was not an easy sell.
He quickly took out the payment code.
Wrap the sickle in newspaper and put it in Feng Feng's hand.
He did both things in one go, fearing that Feng Feng would regret it.
Anyway, this broken sickle was picked up on the roadside when he was selling it at a stall a few days ago. It is not an antique at all.
If you can find a sucker and get dozens of dollars for nothing, it’s already a huge profit!
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