Old Joe is a craftsman.

Lao Qiao, who worked as a carpenter mason in his early years, has extremely excellent hands-on ability. In the early years, with the ability to "carve walnuts", he made money to build a two-story small house and buy a car.

As he gets older, Old Joe can't do it anymore.

Now Lao Qiao doesn't carve any walnuts, and takes care of his grandson and granddaughter with his wife every day.

It's not easy to take care of children, especially when Old Joe's grandchildren are in elementary school, and they are naughty and pestering him to buy toys.

The grandson loves yo-yos, and he has to buy one when he rolls all over the ground.

The granddaughter likes Balala Little Demon Fairy, and she cries and asks her grandfather to buy a magic fairy spar chain, and she will cry if she doesn't buy it.

What a mess!

Lao Qiao knew in his heart that most of his grandchildren saw other people of the same age playing, so he had the idea of comparison.

But it was clear that the grandson was rolling on the ground like a wheel, and the granddaughter was tugging on his sleeve and looking at him with tears in her eyes, which was too difficult to withstand.

On the day of the market, after promising his grandchildren to bring them toys back, Lao Qiao went to the county seat alone.

In the stationery store in the county seat, Lao Qiao saw his grandson crying and shouting that he had to buy the photon elf, and also saw the magic fairy crystal chain that his granddaughter was tearful and longed for......

A 250, a 55!

Turtle tortoise!

Lao Qiao didn't have much culture, and when he saw the price at first glance, he immediately scolded the shopkeeper on the side: "You black-hearted profiteer, how dare you sell a piece of broken plastic so expensive?"

The shopkeeper probably didn't have been misunderstood for the first time, and he didn't get angry and explained with a smile: "Old man, this price is not set by me, this is set by other manufacturers, the whole city is at this price, if you find something cheaper than this, then I will pay you ten times the original price!"

Old Joe didn't believe the profiteer's words.

He changed to a stationery store in front of an elementary school.

Coincidentally, during the class period, the stationery store was deserted, and the owner hurriedly came out to greet Lao Qiao: "What do you want to buy, old man? Do you buy a stationery box or a schoolbag for your child?

"Don't buy that! Do you sell toys here?"

The shopkeeper smiled: "What did you say, which stationery store in this county doesn't sell toys?"

Stationery and toys are grasped with one hand, and students and children are not separated!

Old Joe nodded and asked the shopkeeper, "How much do you sell that yoyo called the Photon Elf here?"

"Photon Elf?"

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes and replied: "Oh! That's expensive! The minimum is 9,999 yuan! It's not easy to get the goods now, if I want to buy it here, I have to add 200 yuan, so old man, if you sincerely want it, you can take 10,000 yuan!"

That's 10,000??

Old Joe was so frightened that he was about to have a heart attack.

What kind of profiteers are facing today's primary school students!

The profiteer who sold a piece of plastic for 250 yuan before he thought it was already very bad, but he didn't expect that there was anything worse than him, this guy actually sold it for 10,000?

"Profiteers, you're robbing ......"

Old Qiao was so angry that his beard trembled, and he wanted to strangle the shopkeeper who was full of nonsense.

The shopkeeper felt very wronged and defended: "What nonsense are you talking about, old man! I am not a profiteer, this is the guide price set by the manufacturer!"

Is it set by the manufacturer again?

Old Qiao sneered: "You don't know how to be my old man, right? Which manufacturer is so shameless and sets such an unbelievable price for a piece of plastic?"

"There really is such a manufacturer that you said, old man!"

The shopkeeper carefully took out the "treasure of the town" Photon Elf S from the safe under the cash register.

The recommended retail price is clearly printed on the box: 9999 yuan!

Old Joe was dumbfounded.

Where did Pengda come from?

Toys are so expensive, does he not want to sell them or does he expect to make a fortune and run?

Probably thinking that the old man would not buy the treasure of the town store, the shopkeeper sighed quietly, and then said: "Don't worry, old man, this is a limited edition, and it is reasonable to sell expensive." If you're strapped for cash, you can check out this regular version of the Photon Wizard, which only costs 250 yuan!"

Fools buy this!

Whether it was 10,000 yuan or 250 yuan, Lao Qiao couldn't accept it.

After leaving this stationery store, Lao Qiao's footsteps did not stop, as long as there were shops selling toys in the city, he went to ask them one by one.

The price is indeed consistent!

Old Joe was very angry, he didn't buy the photon elf who was obviously a fool, he only bought a 55 Demon Immortal Crystal Chain.

Compared with the Photon Elf, although the price of the Demon Immortal Crystal Chain is also expensive, it is less than a hundred.

But that's not the main reason Old Joe bought it!

The reason why I only bought the Demon Fairy Crystal Chain and not the yo-yo......

The tears of his granddaughter were much more distressing to him than for his grandson to roll on the ground.

Girls want to be rich!

Forget it, boy, buy such an expensive toy for the Wang Ba calf who was rolling all over the ground, Lao Qiao felt panicked just thinking about it.

When I got home, Joe's wife had already made lunch.

The grandchildren also returned home from school.

The granddaughter got the magic fairy spar chain she wanted, busily unpacked it, and wore it around her neck, feeling that she had become the most shining little fairy in the universe.

Seeing his granddaughter's sweet smile, Lao Qiao felt that the 55 flowers were not wronged.

As for......

"Grandpa, where's my yoyo?"

Forget about this king and eight calves!

Old Joe sighed, touched his grandson's skull and said earnestly: "What kind of yo-yo do boys play, aren't marbles fun? Aren't wooden sticks fun?"

The grandson's expression collapsed almost instantly, and his movements were so skillful that he seemed to have rehearsed, and with a pop, he rolled on the ground and rolled into a wheel......

"I want it! I want it! Grandpa, you're eccentric!"

"Grandpa doesn't love me!"

"I want a yo-yo!"

What's going on!

Damn black-hearted toy dealers, one by one, they should be dragged to shoot targets!

Old Joe finally chose to give in.

It wasn't his grandson's splattering and rolling that made him feel distressed, but his wife said a word.

"If you don't coax him, you will wash his clothes!"

Looking at his grandson's dirty clothes rolling on the ground, Old Joe couldn't help but sigh.

Can this be washed?

Coaxing his grandson doesn't mean he has to spend money to buy toys from black-hearted companies.

The price of 250 yuan, whoever buys it is stupid!

Old Joe won't buy it, so he decides to come back and use his exquisite handicraft skills to make a yo-yo for his grandson that is exactly the same as the Photon Elf!

It's not that hard!

Except for the bearing components, which are tricky, the other parts are simply handy.

Lao Qiao made the plastic parts in three days, and then spent four days pondering the bearing design, and finally it took a week to complete all the imitation work of the Photon Wizard.

After it was completed, before Old Joe could take the photon elf to his grandson, a lawyer's letter was sent to his home.

In the letter, the big red seal of the legal department of Jiangchuan Pengda Film and Television Culture Co., Ltd. was extremely dazzling.

Old Joe: "......"