Lao Yang: "Sister, how can this be called cheating? This is to let foreigners understand our history, from the modern era to the Republic of China, and then to the Cultural Revolution. Besides, we cheaters are foreigners, not human beings. Why would the people above arrest us? We are sold out at the ghost market. Even our own people have to endure being cheated. These foreigners are so arrogant. They are willing to fight and be beaten, and no one cares."
Old Yang looked at Wang Yue expectantly. If he could do this job by himself, he would not bring Wang Yue with him.
"Then Brother Yang, let's open two stores a month, and then we won't do it anymore. I'm afraid something will happen if we do it every day." Wang Yue gritted his teeth and thought that this was a good money to make. He could earn two hundred yuan in one go, which was almost half a year's salary. It would be a pity to quit. The most important thing was that he couldn't stay here for long, and there would be no way to get back if he got cheated.
"Big sister, you've thought about it right. Let's sell it once, take a break for ten days, and sell it three or four times a month. Those crooked people won't stay long, and if they really find us, they won't be able to find us." The stall owner thought that by selling it three times and making a profit of 1,800 yuan, he could make money and it would be easy without taking any risks. What else did he want?
After the two men discussed it, Lao Yang told Wang Yue the address, which was a well-known antiques place in Beijing. It was a must-visit place for those who visited the city, and the stall owner immediately wanted to buy this place.
Lao Yang also needs to prepare some goods, and we will meet there in three days.
Wang Yue quickly went to the bookstore to buy English books, a radio, and English tapes. Since he wanted to do this, he had to improve his English.
Three days later, there were two antique boxes on Lao Yang's stall. One contained a white porcelain plate with a blue glaze and auspicious cloud pattern, and the other contained a dark yellow book that looked a bit worn.
Lao Yang has put in a lot of effort these days and finally got a few cheap items that look like old items.
It doesn't matter if the goods are of poor quality, you can look for them on the packaging. Lao Yang's own clothes are a little worn out and have a small mustache on them.
There are more people setting up stalls here than people shopping. Most of them are sitting in the stalls with their eyes closed, and some are playing chess together. Everyone looks calm and relaxed.
This is how it is. The old stall owner is very patient and can make money after three years of not opening the stall.
Wang Yue and Lao Yang didn't say hello, just exchanged glances and pretended not to know each other.
Old Yang also closed his eyes and rested like everyone else, while Wang Yue was wandering around nearby.
The two of them waited for most of the day, and in the afternoon, a few foreigners finally came over, chattering and pointing at the things on the stalls.
Lao Yang glanced at Wang Yue, and Wang Yue slowly moved towards them.
Several people were praising these things for their historical and beautiful appearance. It seemed that several of them liked them and asked about the price.
Most of the stall owners here can understand a few simple sentences, such as how much it costs, but they have to guess for the rest. A few crooked people chattered, each saying a sentence, and the stall owner couldn't understand them, so he raised his hands and told them how much it cost and what era it was.
The foreigners didn't understand and kept asking questions, but the stall owners just kept saying the same few words...
Two foreigners were impatient and continued walking forward. They passed by Lao Yang's stall and were interested in the beautiful plates.
Just start asking.
Old Yang stared with clear, stupid eyes, waiting for Wang Yue to come and rescue him.
The two sides were talking at cross purposes, and just when Wai Man was about to lose his patience again, Wang Yue appeared.
Helping both parties translate, Wai Ren breathed a sigh of relief and asked some questions, such as what era it was, whether it had been used by the emperor...
Old Yang blew the rice until his mouth was full of foam, saying that it was the rice plate used by the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
When Wang Yue translated, she tried not to be too exaggerated, but Wai Guoren was still happy to hear that it was used by the emperor and was very collectible. They came here just to buy some antiques. They held the box containing the plates tightly.
Old Yang then recommended his own book, which was written by the emperor himself. It was the only one in the country, a truly unique copy...
At this time, several other foreigners also came over, and they were all very interested in these two things.
During the asking price, Lao Yang asked for a high price of one thousand for both items and would not sell them for a penny less. He would only sell them to people who understood them.
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