Song Qingtian said with a smile: "I'm talking about 5000 or less, and 1000 is also 5000 or less." ”

"You Nizi, you can't do business like this, I won't sell it to you."

Pan Fengnian was obviously a little angry, this Nizi was like last time, and wanted me to sell it to her at a loss, but last time because of the phoenix stone, he sold her a pink moire pendant at a loss.

Song Qingtian smiled and said, "Uncle Pan, after listening to what I said, you are deciding whether to sell it to me or not, how about it?" ”

"What is there to say?"

"Uncle Pan, please listen to it first."

Song Qingtian ignored Pan Fengnian's bad mood, and still talked endlessly.

"In the jade industry, there is at least a five-to-ten-fold gap between the price of the rough stone and the selling price of the finished product, for example, you and your Wanfu ornament, the selling price is 5,000 yuan, but in fact, the cost price of the rough is about 500 yuan. Coupled with wages, your store spends various expenses, no more than 1,000 yuan after the finished product, I will give you 2,000 yuan, Uncle Pan has doubled, have we known each other for so long, the love between us is not enough for the 1,000 yuan you earn, in this era, 1,000 yuan is enough for an ordinary worker to work for a few years, right? ”

Pan Fengnian's face changed after hearing this, and he pointed at Song Qingtian, "You...... Do you know so well? ”

In his previous life, before Song Qingtian started his business, he first worked in the south as a salesperson for others.

Among them, she helped sell jade in a jade shop in the south, where the owner of the jade shop was from Chaoshan and had a jade processing factory in Jieyang, Guangdong.

The boss is good, and the proprietress likes Song Qingtian even more, so she often tells her about jade processing, and slowly she learns some inside information.

Later, the boss became obsessed with gambling stones, so he opened the shop to Yunnan, which was convenient for gambling on jadeite in Yunnan.

Song Qingtian has been following them to sell jade during this time, and she knows everything from the cost of jade processing to the basic situation of sales.

Later, the boss lost money, the store was sold, and the proprietress saw that Song Qingtian was a good person, so she introduced her to a relative in Guangzhou who was doing business, and that relative was doing jewelry business in Wanling Boutique Plaza, and Song Qingtian later started a business by relying on the jewelry business.

Of course, Song Qingtian would not say this.

Pan Fengnian would not understand how Song Qingtian could know these inside stories.

In the early 80s, there were not many people engaged in the jade business in the mainland, most of them were ancestral shops, and the way of business operation and high profits were generally unknown to outsiders.

How old is Song Qingtian? How did she know so much?

Pan Fengnian's brows were twisted into a rope, why do you feel that this Nizi is so smart that people are a little scared?

"Forget it, you said so, then I'll charge you 2,000 yuan."

"Uncle Pan, thank you, I also understand that I may have broken your rules for selling jade and made you earn a little less, but I have the opportunity to introduce you to some guests."

"That's it."

Such a guest, Pan Fengnian doesn't want to have any more, that Dushan Yu's Wanfu ornament is sold to others, and it is not possible to do it without 5,000 yuan.

Otherwise, how can there be a saying that the antique jade shop will not open for three years, and it will be open for three years, because jade and antiques have ultra-high profits.

On the way to Zhengzhou, Deng Yuhua kept talking about this incident and asked why Song Qingtian knew so much about the inside story of the jade industry.

Song Qingtian thought about it, lied, and put the reason on Song Dongfeng's body, "My dad used to be in the jade business. ”

"Oh, I see, why haven't I heard you talk about your dad?"

"My dad was out of the house when I was very young and rarely came home all year round, and I didn't have much of an impression of him, and I didn't see him much until I was a teenager. Later, there was an accident on the Chengdu-Kunming railway, and my father was killed in that accident, and his body was not found. ”

"Sunny, I'm sorry I made you think of something upset."

"It's okay, I said I don't have any impression of my dad."

Song Qingtian is right, in his last life, Song Dongfeng has never been at home, Song Qingtian has hardly seen him, after being reborn, Song Qingtian still has no impression of Song Dongfeng in his mind, and his impression of his father Song Dongfeng is the only black and white photo taken by Song Dongfeng and Yang Xiulian when they got married.

"Qingtian, you know so much about jade, you can do a jade business, why haven't you mentioned this business?"

"At the beginning of the reform and opening up, people's living standards have improved a little bit, jade is still a luxury, how can so many people buy jade? Besides, the cost is quite large, for example, the jade I bought today, I don't know how many years Pan Fengnian put it before selling it, this is all the capital. In fact, he didn't make much money of 1,000 yuan, and he also made a lot of money if he did other businesses. ”

Hearing Song Qingtian's explanation, Deng Yuhua completely understood the difficulties of doing jade business, so he didn't ask anything.

In the evening, the two arrived in Zhengzhou.

Deng Yuhua's grandmother was very happy when she saw Song Qingtian, took her hand and asked long and short questions, and kept taking all kinds of delicious food for Song Qingtian to eat.

Song Qingtian looked at Deng Yuhua's grandmother as if she didn't have the energy she had when she saw it before, and her eyes were not as bright as before, maybe the death of Deng Yuhua's grandfather hit her too hard.

Deng Yuhua joked with a dissatisfied look: "Grandma, I am your own granddaughter, and I am not so affectionate." ”

Grandma Deng glared at her and said, "Yuhua, you are going to marry someone soon, and you are still jealous, you see that Qingtian is still a child." ”

Deng Yuhua smiled and didn't speak, saying that he had been driving for a long time and was uncomfortable on the body and wanted to wash it.

Song Qingtian asked: "Grandma, you said that Sister Yuhua is getting married, is it that she and Brother Tong Xing are about to get married?" ”

"I like Yuhua and Tong Xing's two children very much, they have been engaged not long ago, I want to get married at the end of this year, I am also old, there are more and more problems on my body, I don't know how long I can live, I don't see Yuhua getting married, I am not at ease when I go."

Song Qingtian originally wanted to ask Grandma Deng to see her views on the relationship between Deng Yuhua and Tong Xing, and remind Grandma Deng that there are quite a lot of contradictions between Deng Yuhua and Tong Xing, but when she heard Grandma Deng say this, she was embarrassed and couldn't bear to ask.

Grandma Deng was old and in poor spirits, so she became sleepy after chatting for a while, so Song Qingtian helped her to rest in the room, and closed the door when she came out.

After Deng Yuhua washed up, he asked Song Qingtian to take a bath, and he also felt sleepy after washing.

Deng Yuhua said with a smile: "Why don't you sleep in my room for a while, I'll clean up the house a little, and then go buy some food, and we'll make food at night." ”

Song Qingtian lay down on Deng Yuhua's bed, and was about to fall asleep in a daze, when he seemed to hear someone knocking on the door.

This was followed by the sound of the door opening.

The bedroom door of Deng Yuhua's room was not closed tightly, and the sound from the crack in the door came to Song Qingtian's ears, and the voice of Deng Yuhua in the living room was first.

"Why are you here?"

"I heard that you were back, so I hurried to find you."

This voice is childlike, and Song Qingtian can hear it.

"I'm cleaning, I'm going to go grocery shopping and cook later, you can sit down and rest for a while."

"Yuhua, don't be busy yet, I have something to tell you."

"Grandma is sleeping, and we talk to affect her."

"Then let's go to your room."

"It's a sunny day, sleep in my room."

"Then let's go outside and talk about it, and go grocery shopping together by the way."

These few words sound like no problem, they are clearly two lovers who haven't seen each other for a long time, and the man's thoughts and concerns about the woman, but in the latter words, Song Qingtian felt that something was wrong.

Deng Yuhua said: "If you are talking about that incident, I don't think I'm in a hurry, and we'll have a good chat when I'm free." ”

"Yuhua, I've been thinking about that for so long, and I'm looking forward to your coming back from Sanchuan Town, why do you have such an attitude?"

Deng Yuhua was silent for a moment and didn't speak, Song Qingtian suddenly heard her footsteps walking towards his room, and quickly closed his eyes.

Deng Yuhua pushed open the door and glanced into the room, closing the door tightly.

After that, Song Qingtian couldn't hear the sound of them talking, only the sound of opening the door and locking the door.

Song Qingtian thought to herself, they have something ulterior to say, they have made such a mysterious thing, it is normal for outsiders not to let them hear it, but why is Deng Yuhua's grandmother afraid to hear it?

After the fatigue of the boat and car was quiet in the room, Song Qingtian quickly fell asleep.

When she woke up, she heard the sound of Grandma Deng and Tong Xing chatting in the living room, and she could hear that Grandma Deng liked this future grandson-in-law very much.

Song Qingtian came out to say hello to Tong Xing, washed his face, and went to the kitchen to help Deng Yuhua.

Deng Yuhua was washing vegetables, and Song Qingtian found that her eyes were a little red.

Song Qingtian was a little worried, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Yuhua, what's wrong with you?" ”

"It's okay, I just cut the garlic and smoked it to my eyes."

Song Qingtian subconsciously glanced at the cutting board, there was no garlic at all, it seemed that this Deng Yuhua really had a dispute with Tong Sheng about something.

Deng Yuhua was reluctant to say, and Song Qingtian didn't ask much, so he helped cook.

The dishes Deng Yuhua bought were all chicken, duck, fish and the like, and it was a bit troublesome to clean up, but now with Song Qingtian's help to talk and laugh, he quickly recovered his happy mood.

Dinner was ready, and the table was full of dishes.

Before everyone started to move the chopsticks, Tong Xing first put some vegetables in Grandma Deng's bowl, "Grandma, if you eat more, your body will get better and better." ”

He sandwiched another dish for Deng Yuhua: "Yuhua, you eat too, after working hard for so long, you should eat more." ”

Tong Xing inserted the chopsticks into the plate again and prepared to pick up the vegetables, but stopped, glanced at Song Qingtian and asked with a smile: "Qingtian, do you want me to pick up the vegetables for you?" ”

Song Qingtian smiled: "I can't stand it, you just need to be good to Grandma Deng and Sister Yuhua." ”

Grandma Deng said: "Tong Xing, this child, I have nothing to say about Yuhua and me, every time we eat, he gives us vegetables, he does this little thing very well, our family Yuhua is so blessed, his grandfather has never given me food in his life." ”

Tong Xing smiled happily, "Grandma, if you say such a thing in front of Qingtian, Qingtian will laugh at me." ”

"I won't laugh at you, you are good to Sister Yuhua, I can't be happy."

Song Qingtian didn't know how to say this, but he could only say it in front of Grandma Deng.

Grandma Deng said: "I hope Tong Xing will treat Yuhua like this for the rest of his life, and I can walk happily even if I go." ”

Tong Xing said: "Grandma, don't say that, you will live a hundred years." ”

Deng Yuhua said: "Yes, grandma, you will live a hundred years, don't say such things in the future." Grandma, don't worry, Tong Xing will definitely be good to me. ”

Tong Xing glanced at Deng Yuhua with a smile on his face.

Deng Yuhua also greeted him with a smile.

But Song Qingtian always felt that Deng Yuhua's smile made her feel very uncomfortable.