Chapter 327 A Fat Sheep Arrives (Edited and Needs to be Reread)

Kuang Youqian is not a low-key old man. If he has something that others don’t, he naturally wants to show off.

Zhai Sirui was the first to react. Isn’t it just ginseng? It’s as if no one has it.

She quickly posted three pictures.

[Beautiful Tailor Zhai]: Yes, you are jealous, but I got two.

[Mining Old Kuang]: !!! Why can you get two? It’s hard for me to get one!

[Idle Old Mao]: Yes! Why can you get two? I only bought one?

[Beautiful Tailor Zhai]: Oh, maybe it’s because I’m pretty. After all, Boss Sang’s girl is obsessed with looks.

[Coal Mining Old Kuang]: Why does this girl care about looks when doing business? I am a big and strong guy, so I can’t compare to her! The last time I was not good-looking was when I was looking for a wife.

The wealthy old man, who weighed more than 150 pounds, was very depressed, and then he immediately thought of something.

[Coal Miner Lao Kuang]: No, I guess you all bought it! ! !

[Idle Lao Mao]: That’s not necessarily true, didn’t Lao Mei keep silent?

Mei Huafeng, who had already rushed to the small supermarket, took two selfies and sent them to the group.

[Contractor Lao Mei]: Not only did I buy it, I will also be the first person to get the ginseng.

After sending it, he followed it with a smug dog head expression.

This really stimulated the other three people, and the three of them sent a series of contempt expressions that directly filled the entire screen.

[Beautiful Tailor Zhai]: Cunning!

[Idle Lao Mao]: Cunning!

[Coal Miner Lao Kuang]: So cunning!

You can imagine how angry these three people are!

After venting in the group, they all left at the same time. They couldn't let Lao Mei, the cunning and cunning person, get there first.

This is ginseng, not other things. It can save lives when necessary.

In addition, in fact, several people are very interested in Sang Yian and think that this person is quite interesting. She is a businessman, but when it comes to business, she doesn't always think according to the business people's thinking.

Many times, she has her own ideas and principles, and likes to follow her own heart.

In the eyes of businessmen, she is a little willful.

However, in the eyes of these retired old guys, they like it very much.

Free and unrestrained.

Free and easy, carefree and uninhibited.

In addition, she always seems to have unique channels to get some strange or precious things. They, who are already retired, always have some preferences of their own. It just so happens that some of these things are their favorites, so they naturally want to own them.

If this is an ordinary businessman, the transaction is settled in cash and goods, and there will naturally be no twists and turns.

But this person always limits purchases, and they have a deep memory of the previous live broadcast rush.

For them, price is not a problem. They have fought for half their lives to build such a business empire and accumulated countless wealth. Now that they are retired, they will naturally not let themselves down.

As long as there is a price, it is not a problem for them.

What makes them most uncomfortable is that they have money but cannot spend it.

Although there are not many such times, it is enough to make people upset if it happens once.

Judging from Sang Yian's style of doing things, if she is unlucky, she may really encounter this situation several times.

At this time, if we have a good relationship with this person, wouldn't it be easier to trade in the future?

With this idea in mind, the three of them immediately set off for the small supermarket in the urban village.

Sang Yian's transaction with Mei Huafeng was very pleasant.

A 500-year-old ginseng, plus an exquisitely carved floor-to-ceiling screen, Mei Huafeng was in a good mood and didn't want to leave.

The last time he came to pick up the goods, he only looked at the various furniture in the warehouse, but he didn't have time to go shopping in the small supermarket.

This time, Mei Huafeng had a good time browsing the small supermarket. After entering the first floor, he could not move.

Although Mei Huafeng is a contractor, he studied architectural design when he was young. As a college student in the 1980s, he was very rich.

Influenced by his college teachers, Mei Huafeng likes the Chinese wood carving skills that have been passed down for thousands of years, especially furniture.

In addition, he is engaged in the construction industry, and has a lot of experience in this area and has conducted in-depth research. Later, he presided over the restoration of many ancient buildings. It can be said that he is definitely a folk craftsman.

Mei Huafeng, who is so obsessed with classical skills, was so excited that his arms were shaking when he saw the exquisite wood carving furniture on the first floor of the small supermarket.

When he was young, he received a jewelry box made of golden nanmu, which was very precious to him. But here, even the shelves were made of golden nanmu. How could he move?

Whether it was the screen, the desk, the eight-immortal table, the piano table, or even the tea table and chairs, Mei Huafeng couldn't let

go of them. He wanted to move all of them back home immediately!

He took the opportunity to ask for a purchase.

Sang Yian hadn't heard such a request for several months. Only when the small supermarket was renovated and opened, some old gentlemen came to buy classical handmade paper and took a fancy to these furniture and wanted to buy them.

Sang Yian was helpless for a while because of this. There was no way. Even if she refused very decisively, there would still be people who wanted to buy them.

Especially the beauty couch she placed on the first floor, which attracted many people's attention. During those days, she wanted to put up a notice outside the supermarket, saying that the furniture in this store was not for sale.

Sang Yian thought that this matter should have been over long ago, but he didn't expect that it would be brought up again by Mei Huafeng today.

Moreover, this person was different from others. Although the golden nanmu was extremely expensive, he could really afford it and pay the price.

Sang Yian repeatedly emphasized that it was a pity for Mei Huafeng not to sell these furnitures, because he really liked the carvings and the techniques.

Mei Huafeng simply didn't leave and stayed to drink tea.

Then he discovered that the tea in this small supermarket was all top-grade!

The taste of this Dahongpao is exactly the same as the Dahongpao produced by the mother tree on Mount Wuyi!

You know, those two mother trees have been passed down for hundreds of years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are national treasures. They only produce one kilogram a year, which is a special tribute!

He also tasted it by chance.

But he didn't expect that many years later, he would drink it here again!

Mei Huafeng was shocked in his heart. Such good tea, this little girl was willing to take it out to entertain guests. What kind of family is this?

Although the old man was very well-trained, Sang Yian was still very sensitive to catch the shock in his eyes.

"Old gentleman, do you like to drink tea too?"

Mei Huafeng smiled and waved his hands, "What old gentleman? Just call me Lao Mei. Why be polite? I'll call you Lao Sang."

Sang Yian: "..."

It sounded like he was calling his own father.

Mei Huafeng smiled and praised Sang Yian's tea.

Some people praise others, and every sentence is really on point. In his mouth, this Dahongpao is the best, top-grade, and rarest tea.

Sang Yian was overjoyed when he heard it, and his heart was even more comfortable, "Lao Mei is worthy of being a tea connoisseur. You can taste this."

Mei Huafeng took the opportunity to ask, "Lao Sang, you see, we are friends now, can you give me some evenly? I'll pay a high price!"

The three-headed cartoon man in Sang Yian's heart, his eyes were flashing with the symbols of RMB, and he was very excited.

But on the surface, his expression remained unchanged, with a faint smile on his face, and he casually agreed, "Since we are all friends, then of course it is okay, but the quantity is really not much."

Mei Huafeng was delighted. It was already good enough to get this thing. As for the quantity, why would he need a bicycle?

Then, Mei Huafeng saw an exquisite white porcelain oval teapot, which weighed one kilogram.

Mei Huafeng was stunned.

So, this is what Sang Yian meant by "not much"? ?

Sorry, he is a little old and doesn't quite understand the meaning of "not much".

This society is developing too fast, and he, an old man, can't keep up with the trend of society.

His shock was so obvious that Sang Yian misunderstood him. "Although there is not much tea, if you drink sparingly, you can drink it for a long time."

Mei Huafeng came back to his senses from his contemplation and immediately held the teapot in his arms, fearing that Sang Yian would regret it. "Of course! Of course!"

He immediately took out his mobile phone. He would not feel relieved until the money and goods were settled and the transaction was completed. "Come on, I'll pay right away. Where's the code?"

"Here! Here!" A little parrot flew over excitedly, with a huge QR code hanging around its neck.

Mei Huafeng was stunned. He saw the old man holding the teapot in one hand and the mobile phone in the other, staring at the colorful little parrot in front of him without blinking.

He had lived for 70 years and had never seen such a scene before. For a moment, he didn't know how to react.

The little parrot looked at him expectantly, but saw that the man did not react at all.

It tilted its head, very puzzled, what's wrong with this old man? Is he trying to be a bully? Doesn't want to pay? The

little parrot turned its head suddenly, looked at Sang Yian, pointed its wing at Mei Huafeng, and complained aggrievedly, "He won't give me money! Call the police!"

Sang Yian smiled and comforted, "No, Old Mei is not short of money."

The little parrot turned its head and looked at Mei Huafeng with suspicion, "Really?"

Mei Huafeng never thought that after living for 70 years, one day he would be questioned by a little parrot. Where could he go to reason?

He argued with the little parrot, "It's fake, I think this tea is too expensive, and I don't want to give it."

Hearing this, the little parrot suddenly widened its eyes and flew away.

"Why did it leave?" Mei Huafeng was confused.

Sang Yian was also confused and got up to chase after it.

Then he saw the little parrot fly to the long table next to the side door, grab its phone, and immediately dial 110.

"Fuck!"

Sang Yian was so shocked that she cursed. She really rushed up at the fastest speed in her life, snatched the phone, and ended the call directly.

After completing this series of tasks, she was already sweating profusely.

She held the little parrot in her palm and said earnestly, "The police are very busy. We can solve this kind of small matter ourselves. Why call the police?"

The little parrot pondered for a moment, then its eyes lit up, and then whispered, "I know! Sangsang, you are still smart!"

Sang Yian was puzzled, "I'm happy that you compliment me, but you know what you know?"

The little parrot glanced at Mei Huafeng, then gave her a look of understanding, "Don't worry, leave it to me, I will definitely handle it clearly for you."

Sang Yian was confused, "No? I will leave you whatever you are given?"

The little parrot suddenly showed a fierce look on its face, "You tell me, should I peck the old man's left eye first, or his right eye first? I guarantee you will see blood! Teach him a lesson! See if he dares not to give you money!"

As the little parrot said that, it was about to spread its wings and fly away.

Sang Yian: “!!!!”

Damn!

It actually wanted to resort to lynching!

She grabbed the little parrot and hurriedly comforted it patiently, “I said to solve it by myself, not this kind of self-solve!”

Mei Huafeng, who saw this scene clearly, silently took two steps back, and suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in her eyes.

Feeling the burning gaze of the person behind him, Sang Yian showed an awkward but polite smile.

In order to avoid accidents in the future, and to get a taste of the Dahongpao here, Mei Huafeng paid the money without saying a word.

The money and goods were cleared, and the transaction was completed.

The little parrot checked Sang Yian’s account and was immediately satisfied.

Then Mei Huafeng said, "Old Sang, your parrot is well raised. It is beautiful and smart."

You old man have some vision! The little parrot puffed out its chest and raised its head, its small eyes full of pride.

"Sell it?"

The little parrot suddenly froze, and turned its head very stiffly to look at Sang Yian.

"You can't sell it." Sang Yian refused with a smile, "My old man is not for sale."

The little parrot was satisfied and immediately relaxed. This was good enough.

Glancing at the little parrot's behavior, Mei Huafeng immediately made an offer, "I'll give 10 million!"

The little parrot was angry and jumped up and down, "What kind of vision do you have, old man? Such a beautiful little parrot like me is only worth 10 million? It's not as valuable as the tea in your hand?"

Mei Huafeng was so happy. He had lived for most of his life, and this was the first time he met such a smart parrot!

We can still have a conversation!

How interesting it would be if we bought it and kept it at home, so that we could chat and relieve boredom!

"Old Sang, how about I double it, 20 million?"

Sang Yian said helplessly, "Let's just drink tea. This is really not a matter of money. My old man is not a pet, but a family member."

The little parrot was so proud that it jumped to Sang Yian's shoulder, shook its legs proudly on her shoulder, and looked at Mei Huafeng with mockery.

Mei Huafeng seemed to see its expression, and the old man was stimulated, "One hundred million!"

The little parrot's eyes were wide open in ignorance, as if it had thought of a new way to get rich.

Sang Yian had brought people back to the tea table, and it was obviously not going to work to continue drinking tea.

Mei Huafeng's attention was all on the little parrot, "What do you think?"

"You like me so much?" the little parrot asked proudly.

Mei Huafeng was very honest, "I've never seen a parrot as smart as you. I'm an old man sitting at home, too lonely. I can raise a parrot to chat with, and it can also relieve my loneliness."

The little parrot's eyes lit up, "That's easy, professional chat, 10,000 yuan per hour."

Mei Huafeng: "!!!!"

Is it still possible?

No, can parrots do business these days? Is

the business world so competitive?

Do we not only have to compete with people, but also with parrots?