C192 Little Brother Can You Sell This Jar to Me?
C192 Little Brother Can You Sell This Jar to Me?
Liu Fann's words made the stall owner's face turn red.
"Okay, you are an expert. Three thousand yuan it is. "
The stall owner said helplessly. He could only blame his bad luck for running into someone who knew how to do business.
As he spoke, he put the blue and white porcelain into the box.
Cui Zhigaang, who was watching from the side, was dumbfounded. If he were the one buying the blue and white porcelain, he would be scammed for ten to twenty thousand no matter what.
And Liu Fann just casually said a few words and made the stall owner obediently take out the blue and white porcelain. He was too capable!
In an instant, Cui Zhigaang made a decision.
If he worked with Liu Fann, he would definitely have money to earn!
"Wait, boss, you earned 3000 yuan too easily. I feel like you are making a loss. How about this? Pack this Cricket Jar for me as well. "
Liu Fann frowned and pointed to a dusty gray jar in the corner. There were even a few brushes in the jar.
The boss immediately became alert when he heard him. "Little brother, you are too greedy. I spent a high price to buy this jar. You want to take away 3000 yuan just like that? I'm not selling it! "
"Forget it, this is just a broken jar! If I didn't like playing cricket, I wouldn't want this broken jar. Since you don't want to sell it, then I won't buy the blue and white porcelain either. You're really disappointing! "
Liu Fann sneered and stood up to leave.
Cui Zhigaang saw that Liu Fann was unhappy and quickly chased after him.
Liu Fann thought to himself, "One, two, three!"
Sure enough, in the next second.
"Hey, little brother, come back. "
As expected, the stall owner went back on his word.
Liu Fann turned around complacently and looked at the stall owner with a puzzled look.
"Count me unlucky today. You can take all the 3500 Yuan away. "
The boss took off his straw hat and fanned himself. He felt that he was a little angry.
"3500 yuan. I can barely accept this price. "
Liu Fann had an unwilling look on his face. He transferred 3500 yuan and completed the transaction on the spot.
"Mr. Fann, is this worth 500 Yuan?"
Cui Zhigaang looked at the pitch black cricket jar in disgust. "I have many of these kinds of broken jars in my yard. "
He meant that Liu Fann had made a loss.
"The price is not important. The main thing is that I like it. "
The corner of Liu Fann's mouth slightly raised. In fact, with the Golden Pupil, how could he possibly make a loss?
Blue and white porcelain He never cared about it. What was truly valuable was this Cricket Jar!
Just as Liu Fann took the cricket jar, an ancient voice sounded.
"Young man, can you let me take a look at this cricket can?"
Liu Fann raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice, but he saw something. It was an old man with a head full of silver hair. He had a kind look on his face. The most special thing about him was his Protruding Ears.
He was leaning on a crutch with a dragon's head. Behind him was a middle-aged man in his forties, who looked like a butler.
"Sir, are you talking about this?"
Liu Fan pointed to the gray jar in his hand and asked.
Cui Zhigaang and the stall owner also looked over. They were curious. This jar looked like an ordinary jar. Could it be that there was something fishy about it?
The old man walked over and said with a smile. "Young man, I really like this Cricket Jar. I wonder if you can sell it to me?"
Liu Fann was startled. It seemed like he was not the only one who could see the uniqueness of this jar.
He nodded and asked, "May I know what price you are willing to pay for it?"
The middle-aged man beside the old man stood up and said with a smile, "Little brother, this jar is very ordinary, but we are willing to pay a high price to buy it. What do you think about 100,000 yuan?"