Jiang Hexi squatted in front of the water vats, tapping and hammering them left and right, looking inscrutable, and fiddled with all the water vats, big and small, in front of the shop.
Yan Jie couldn't understand what she was doing, and neither could the shop owner.
"Hey girl, are you done typing?"
"Finished knocking."
Standing on the shop steps, Jiang Hexi pointed to the various jars and vats in front of the door and said, "The third and seventh rough pottery water jars from the left in the second row, and the big porcelain jar in the middle of the third row, I want them all."
The shopkeeper could tell at a glance that she knew her stuff. "Young lady, you've picked out the best water tanks. How about I sell them to you for seventy?"
Before Jiang Hexi arrived, she had inquired about the price of pickling jars from the older women. She even offered a counter-offer:
"Fifty-five each. If you're selling them, I'll take them; if not, I'll leave."
"etc."
The shopkeeper stopped her, saying, "It's inconvenient for you to transport this water tank back home. How about this, I'll still sell it to you for seventy yuan and transport it home for you for free?"
Jiang Hexi declined his offer:
"Boss, I brought some laborers with me. You don't need to worry about moving the water tanks. Just tell me these water tanks are fifty-five each. Will you sell them or not?"
The boss was completely under her thumb and finally gave in, selling her the three water tanks cheaply.
Yan Jie looked at the sixty-pound water vat in front of him and suddenly felt a pang of regret.
Instead of moving the perfectly good cabbages, he had to offend Jiang Hexi. Now look what's happened; he'll be back to break after carrying those three rough earthenware water vats.
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