Zhang Rui took a fancy to a pocket saber on Maxson's counter, less than half a meter long, the handle was carved from jade, and the glossy and gentle handle contrasted with the sharp blade. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"How much does this knife cost?" He asked with interest after gesturing for a moment.

Maxson said: "One thousand, the handle of the knife is North Island Miranda jade, warm, rough, and it will not slip after sweating, and the blade is a mille-feuille steel rolled by my own hands, don't look at it slender, you can cut off the head of a lamb." ”

1,000 New Zealand dollars is close to 5,000 yuan, Zhang Rui was a little reluctant, so he shook his head and put down the knife.

Maxson stopped and said, "You're a friend of the king?" ”

"Yes, our college classmates." Zhang Rui replied.

Maxson immediately said happily: "Okay, then you don't have to pay, I'll give you this knife." ”

Zhang Rui thought he had heard it wrong, his English was not very good: "You are talking about discounts, right?" ”

"Yes," Maxson laughed, "so you can take it, it's yours." ”

Zhang Rui didn't understand his joke, so he asked suspiciously: "How many folds?" ”

"I'll give it to you for free." Wang Bo handed him the knife, "The boss means no money." ”

Zhang Rui shook his head and said, "Don't, this won't work, what about a knife of five thousand yuan." ”

Maxson laughed, "Wang has helped me a lot, and his friends are my friends." ”

Wang Bodao: "You can choose what you like here, I don't have anything to give to everyone, some things here are not bad." ”

Maxson didn't understand Chinese, just smiled and nodded.

Fan Dong joked: "The old man is still laughing, he definitely doesn't know what you, a corrupt official, are planning, if he knows that you want us to take whatever you want, he will definitely cry!" ”

Wang Bodao: "What are you crying about, big business, I will give him money." ”

"Don't bite the lot, yo legal ticket." Maxson said in Chinese that he could understand the sound of 'money' in Chinese.

The group looked at each other, and Qingyang grinned: "There is an invoice, this is what I taught him, how about it, not bad?" ”

Maxson's saddlery shop is full of handicrafts, and some Maori will also sell their own things for him to sell, providing a one-fifth of the commission.

Wang Bo was right, this kind of harness shop is looking for death in the small alleys of Aocheng, and it can only slowly rust, but in a tourist resort like Sunset Town, it is a treasure trove.

Not only do foreign tourists like to come here to buy things, but many New Zealand city residents also come here to buy some favorite gadgets to take home when they come to town.

Maxson moved in a month after the turnover, more than in the past ten years!

Asking the classmates to choose gifts, Wang Bo looked at the things in the room and said, "I remember that you sold a lot of goods here last month, how do you feel that there is no less?" ”

Maxson wiped a silver cup and laughed: "Haha, since my dad, we have been making some favorite things, and we can't usually sell them where to put them?" Of course, in the warehouse, how can the goods that have been accumulated for forty or fifty years be sold so quickly? ”

Wang Bo said with interest: "Isn't that a handicraft from forty or fifty years ago?" ”

"Of course, this cup is, you look at its style, lightweight, unpretentious, this is the style after World War II, because the war consumed a lot of materials, so the materials used in household utensils have to be carefully calculated."

Wang Bodao: "Then this is a cultural relic, my old man, you won't sell it at an ordinary price, right?" ”

"I think the price is high enough, like this knife, you asked me to sell it for a thousand yuan, it used to be sold for one hundred and fifty yuan, this kind of jade is not worth much......" Maxson has been in the alleys of Aocheng for too long, still old-school ideas.

Wang Bo shook his head: "It's wrong for you to think so, listen to me, redivide the price, according to the material, the year and the man-hours consumed, how much do you sell like this cup?" ”

"This one is more expensive, it has to be sold for two hundred and twenty yuan, because it is made of sterling silver, you see how well I keep it, and there is no oxidation in any part." Maxson said smugly.

Wang Bo slapped the table: "Five times the price, 1,100 yuan!" ”

"How can this be sold?" Maxson said hesitantly.

Wang Bodao: "If you treat it as a wine glass, of course it is difficult to sell, but if you treat it as a collectible and World War II souvenir, the price of 1,100 yuan is too low!" ”

Maxson pouted: "That's what profiteers do." ”

Wang Bo said with a smile: "You're right, I am dedicated to developing tourism, just to give everyone the opportunity to become profiteers." ”

It doesn't make much sense to define Maxson's store as a saddlery shop, but if you define it as an art store, it's worth so much that you can even hype it up.

Of course, there are many harness shops in New Zealand, and there are many veteran craftsmen like Maxson, which is why his shop in Aocheng used to be crowded.

However, foreign tourists, especially Asian tourists, do not know this, and most of them come to New Zealand to visit rich people, and Wang Bo feels that it is natural to earn their money.

The students chose two or three pieces, the boys chose knives and protective gear, and the girls chose some beautifully made jewelry.

After seeing it, Maxson motioned for them to leave, and Wang asked, "How much?" ”

The old cowboy sneered: "Every knife is a handicraft, and a friend of yours took away a command knife equipped by an officer of the Oceania Cavalry during World War II, which costs at least five thousand yuan!" ”

"So expensive?"

"You say, according to the price of the craft!"

"I'm asking you to slaughter tourists, our own people, according to the internal price."

Maxson laughed: "If you are your own person, you can give me a hundred dollars." ”

Wang Bo shook his head and said no, "Business is business, at least you have to earn back a cost, I don't want to be said that my Mayor Wang is greedy for cheap, and my old Wang is an official who pays attention to the breeze on his sleeves!" ”

"It's a shame you're the mayor," Maxson was a little dumbfounded, "I think someone who can talk nonsense like this can at least be a mayor or a city councilor." ”

Joking, Wang Bo asked him to pay, but Maxson still shook his head: "The reason why I don't like to define high prices is, boss, you know, I'm in my sixties, I don't have children, and I don't use my family, so what's the use of me making so much money?" ”

Wang Bo thought for a while and said, "You can make a charitable foundation, and I'll ask Eva to help you, the Maxson Cowboy Foundation, to help those who need you." In this way, you see, even after you die, your fame will live on. ”

Maxson blinked, he seemed to be moved, and his face flushed slightly: "Yes, it's a good idea, I can use the money I earn for public good." ”

"It's going to take a lot of money, so you've got to price it well."

Maxson said: "Of course, this batch of goods has to be priced well, let your friends come back first, I didn't look good just now, I have to make a good profit!" ”

Wang Bo: "Grass, lift a stone and shoot yourself in the foot!" (To be continued.) )