The young man now looked quite skilled, a far cry from the shyness he had shown when he was hawking his wares.
Chuanliu stared at him calmly; perhaps this was his true nature.
Only after getting annoyed by his staring did the young man finally chuckle and ask, "So? Interested in getting one?"
Chuanliu nodded slowly, seemingly hesitant, "But this... is too expensive."
"How about I give you a 20% discount?"
"No, no, no, it's still too expensive."
"50! It really can't go any lower."
Bargaining isn't important; what matters is getting that wooden box.
Chuanliu looked thoughtful, and after thinking for a while, said, "Can you give me something else?"
She glanced around, her gaze seemingly casually landing on the wooden box that had been placed in the corner, and pointed to it, saying:
"That one will do. I'll use it to store my premium tea when I get home."
The young man gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll be your friend!"
Chuanliu immediately paid and left with his things.
The young man added, "Remember to come again!"
As the black market closed, the old man and the young man packed up their stall and surprisingly left together carrying their bundles.
The old man said, "How was my plan? Remember to share half of the money you make today with me."
Young man: "Your lines are too exaggerated, they almost scared people away."
Old man: "Why do you care about my lines? The important thing is you. You are the key to turning waste into treasure."
Young man: "There really are suckers who would spend 100 yuan to buy the junk we picked up."
"Ha ha ha ha."
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