As a businessman or bookseller, Lao Cao is undoubtedly very qualified, just these few words and the action of giving the rope directly put the glasses man on the verge of a difficult choice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If, as Lao Cao said, he leaves with these books, then coming here is tantamount to coming in vain. If you don't leave, the price is too low. In fact, the man with glasses also sold some books, and those who received books received up to five yuan a piece, so he didn't have much hope for his collection. However, like many readers, they have been frugal all their lives, and they have spent their money on buying books, and the books that they used to buy at a high price are now sold cheaply, and few are willing.

But then again, now that the future of literary books is bleak, how many young people still read world classics? These books are left in the house to take up space, not to mention, when his children are older, he also has to have his own bedroom, he must vacate these books. It's a pity to sell to scrap collectors, only to these collectors of used books.

Thinking of this, the man with glasses gritted his teeth and said, "It's better to give 5 yuan for one copy, and you can give 2,500 yuan for 530 copies." ”

The man with glasses directly cut off more than half of his psychological price.

But---

"Well, you tie up the bag, let's take it back!" Lao Cao still looks like he ignores it.

The man with glasses was anxious, "Then it's less, 2,000 yuan, what do you think?" ”

Lao Cao glanced at the books and remained silent.

Glasses Man: "1800? ”

Lao Cao was still silent.

Glasses man: "1500? ”

Lao Cao snorted: "I tell you, these books are a total of 800 yuan, do you like to sell them or not!" ”

"What?" The man with glasses widened his eyes, "Only 800?" It's less than two dollars a copy! ”

Lao Cao pursed his lips, "Nonsense, I'm already very worthy of you for this price!" You know, I only made you a lot of money after this book, and I can't sell it if I don't do it. ”

"These are all world classics, you see, they are all genuine books."

"The more famous the book, the harder it is to sell, and it is all on the street. You know why? Nowadays, people watch TV, play on the computer, or look at their mobile phones, and how many books are read? For example, this "Journey to the West" is shown on TV every summer vacation, what Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, even three-year-old children know, who still reads your books in the past eight years? The font is still so small, it's easy to hurt your eyes. And this "Water Margin", have you seen a few of the films filmed by CCTV? I can't watch the TV version, who still watches you? Besides, people who are really rich go to Xinhua Bookstore, what New Thinking Book City buys hardcover new books, who will spend money to buy something like you have read, and I don't know if you have saliva, picked your nose and ......"

"I'm very clean, very hygienic......" The man with glasses trembled when he spoke.

"Who knows if you're clean?" Lao Cao pouted again.

"You ---" the man with glasses was anxious.

At this time, Lin Yi next to him said: "You have to pay more for these books at the minimum, I bought them." ”

Lao Cao glanced at Lin Yi and didn't speak. Originally, he was the most taboo about robbing business, but Lin Yi was not an outsider, and Lao Cao couldn't say anything. guessed that Lin Yi was a good-eyed person, and it was estimated that he was pitiful for the man with glasses.

The man with glasses also froze for a moment, and when he saw that Lin Yi seemed to really want to buy it, he said, "Then you give 1,500 yuan, and it's only three yuan for one copy." ”

Lin Yi nodded, took out his wallet, and paid him.

The man with glasses took the money excitedly, thinking about whether to save it as private money, and when he went home, he said to his wife that it was sold for five hundred?

Lao Cao said on the side: "You have met a good person, do you know who he is?" If you know, you will be surprised. ”

The man with glasses smirked, and suddenly, he took out a hardcover "Stone Record" from the old book that he poured out, and asked Lin Yi embarrassedly: "Can I take this book back, I ...... I love this book. I didn't expect to bring it out......"

Lao Cao pouted unhappily and said, "Look at you, it's all sold, and you have to take back a copy, it's too good!" ”

Lin Yi looked at the book, but it was published by the International Culture Publishing House in 1996, it should be the next set, if it is all worth eighty or ninety yuan, it is only the last book, so he didn't care, and said with a smile: "Take it back, the book you like should not be sold for more money." ”

The man with glasses nodded gratefully and said yes, it turned out that when he was in junior high school, his family was not wealthy, although he liked to read, but he never expected to ask his parents for money to go to the bookstore to buy his favorite genuine full-price new books, so he set his sights on the used book stall in the village market.

At that time, on Sundays, people would put used books on the side of the market and ask for them to be bought. Therefore, every Sunday, he would run to the used book stall early and wait for the old book sellers, hoping to find some of his favorite books from those old books, so that he could buy them cheaply and treasure them at home and read them slowly. At that time, many of his books were bought cheaply at second-hand book stalls.

I remember that one Sunday, he got up early and went to the used bookstall to wait for the owner of the bookstall to arrive. But it was almost noon, and the bookstall owner still didn't arrive. A few people like him who liked to buy books at the used book stalls saw that the boss had not yet arrived, and left a little disappointed, but he still waited in place. At about one o'clock, the owner of the bookstall came with a cart of books and explained to him that an old man had died, and that the old man's children did not like to read, so they turned out all the books that the old man had treasured and sold them to him for five cents a pound.

The bookstall owner untied his pockets and dumped the old books on the stall. He saw that there was a hardcover book as thick as a brick, and he took it in his hand, and there was an indescribable joy in his heart, as if he had obtained some treasure. When the owner of the bookstall saw him holding the book so much, he said that the book cost three yuan, and he did not bargain, so he immediately gave the money to the boss.

As he was about to leave with the book, a young man came over and asked for five yuan to buy the book. At this time, the bookstall owner came and snatched the hardcover book "The Story of the Stone" from him, and returned the three yuan to him. Now he quit and reached for the book. The bookstall owner said he had to pay 10 yuan to sell the book.

There happened to be an uncle in the village standing next to him, and when he saw this, he yelled at the bookstall owner and said, "People gave you money, you gave all the books to others, and now you see someone who has an extra five yuan, you regret it, how can there be such a reason in the world?" ”

The boss's lips kept moving up and down, but he couldn't hear what he was saying. The uncle in the village said: "You give me another twitter, I beat you today and let everyone comment on it." The bookstall owner didn't dare to say anything more, and obediently delivered the book to him.

He took the book, ran back home with the book, and couldn't wait to open the book and read it slowly, forgetting that he hadn't eaten lunch yet.

After that, after completing the homework assigned by the teacher every day, he read the hardcover book "The Story of Stones". When I read Lin Daiyu's funeral flowers, "Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who has mercy on the red incense?" He wrote this sentence in his reading notes with tears in his heart: "In a world without love, Jia Baoyu is the eternal pain in your heart." Your noble personality was out of step with the worldly of your time, and your inability to 'integrate' with the society of your time was an important factor in the tragedy......"

The next day, the teacher asked for the composition to be handed in, and he actually handed in the reading notebook in a staggered manner. This is miserable, and I was called to the office by the teacher to count down: "What is 'demure like a delicate flower shining on the water, and action is like a weak willow'?" What's the 'Nong Funeral Flower Man Laughing Idiot'? I think you're a big idiot......"

Thinking of these past events, the man with glasses showed a bitter smile, he originally thought that these old books would stay with him for a lifetime, but he didn't expect that he would sell them now.

These old books are kept at home and occupy a space, and they often become the fuse of the war between himself and his wife. His wife didn't like him to buy old books, and she didn't like him to spend all his money on these useless old books. Sometimes he bought old books and didn't even dare to take them home directly, for fear of being seen by his wife, so he could only secretly carry them to his home like a thief, and so on, sometimes he felt really tired. Well, now everything is free.

It's hard to collect books, it's hard to find books, and whoever ever wanted to sell books was just a moment.

Holding the 1,500 yuan in his hand, the man with glasses turned around in his heart, sighed, and then pushed the empty electric car and left.

Lin Yi looked at each other and sighed, perhaps, this is the sorrow of the book collector.

Lao Cao couldn't wait to say to Lin Yi on the side: "Brother, I know that you are rich, you are a billionaire, and you are not short of money in your pocket--- but you are really kind to spend 1,500 yuan to buy such a bunch of broken books." ”

Seeing that Lin Yi didn't speak, Lao Cao said again: "I know that you are soft-hearted, and you can't see those scholars suffer, but the world is so big, how many can you help?" ”

Lin Yi smiled and said, "You open the second sack, I'll take a look." ”

"What? Is there still a treasure here? Lao Cao didn't believe it, and went to untie the sack.

As the sack mouth got bigger and bigger, the wisp of book fragrance that Lin Yi's nose smelled became stronger and stronger. (To be continued.) )