Brother Yin seems to have been treated differently by the Power Bureau, and his electricity bill here should be ridiculously high.

This was the only explanation that Shen Fanyin could think of to explain the eternal darkness of his shop.

Brother Yin has been smoking a cigarette for decades, and when he caught a glimpse of Shen Fanyin coming, he just lifted his eyelids and nodded to say hello.

Shen Fanyin went directly to the counter and said to him, "Brother Yin, is there any dye for Tyre purple? I want it to be natural."

Brother Yin's indifferent face, which had not changed for thousands of years, finally fluctuated a little.

He looked at Shen Fanyin, "Can you order something that people can ask for?"

Tyre violet, a dye found in ancient Rome, was reserved for the nobility. After being reproduced in the early twentieth century, the chemist used 12,000 conches to extract 1.4 grams of Tyre violet dye.

At a time when industrial dyes can easily replace Tyre violet, who would be idle enough to spend such a large cost to do such a thankless task?

Shen Fanyin ignored his complaints, and only asked, "Do you have anything here?"

Brother Yin: "Yes."

Brother Yin bit his cigarette and stood up, squinting his eyes and looking at Shen Fanyin: "One million."

Shen Fanyin: "I really thank you, you can grab it directly, but you still choose to give me a little dye."

Brother Yin leaned against the counter and said casually, "Directly rob the law. Do you want it? If you don't want me, you won't look for it."

Shen Fanyin bargained: "One million is impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Then you make a price."

Shen Fanyin: "One hundred thousand."

"Why don't you grab it!"

"Breaking the law."

Shen Fanyin returned his words again.

Brother Yin stared at her with big eyes, and after a while, Brother Yin said, "Shen Fanyin, this is Tyre purple, should you be a cabbage?"

"Two catties of Chinese cabbage, if you dare to bid one million, I will dare to call the police."

Shen Fanyin smiled and said, "Brother Yin, if you guess correctly, no one has asked about your little Tyro Zi since you came back from the purchase, right? Who would want it but me? It's only right to move the land quickly, and there won't be this shop in this village after that."

Brother Yin laughed angrily, "Do I have to thank you?"

"You're welcome." Shen Fanyin replied sincerely.

Brother Yin extinguished the cigarette butt, spit out the last puff of white mist, and asked after a moment of thought, "What do you want Tyre Zi for?"

"Dye the cloth." There was nothing wrong with Shen Fanyin's answer at all.

"Will the color of the cloth be better dyed with Tyre purple?" Brother Yin asked.

He had Tyre purple here, it was a complete accident.

The supplier said it was the most expensive dye in the world, and he believed it.

In fact, it is true, he asked a friend to authenticate, the real pure natural Tyre purple.

Except that no one buys it, the supplier is telling the truth.

If he could dig up a good thing other than a long history, he might really be able to take the opportunity to clear his inventory.

Shen Fanyin looked at Brother Yin's slightly expectant gaze, and cruelly told the truth: "No, it will be more expensive."

Brother Yin: "......"

He wanted to strangle her.

Lighting another cigarette, Brother Yin quoted in a muffled voice: "500,000."

"One hundred thousand."

"Fifty!"

"One hundred thousand."

"It's not for sale, you can find it yourself." Brother Yin sat down directly.

"Oh, what kind of temper do you!" Shen Fanyin hurriedly said, "Normal bargaining, a few more rounds, you have more patience in business."

Brother Yin glanced at her lazily: "If I wasn't a businessman, I would have hacked you to death."

"Don't be so irritable, be calm and live longer." Shen Fanyin said, "Don't be fifty, I won't say 100,000, one person will give one step, 200,000."

Brother Yin: "Where's your face?"

Is this called giving a step?

He's already made a move, and she's still letting him?

Shen Fanyin: "Do you still have face when bargaining? Brother Yin, you are a layman."

Brother Yin pressed the corner of his swollen forehead: "No."

Shen Fanyin looked at his determined eyes, and after a moment of silence, he said:

"Brother Yin, you really can't do this. It's only a matter of dust to you, so you should be supporting art, right? And, ah, multiple friends, multiple roads, you see that you sold Mu Mu's pirated puppet of 12,000 last time, I didn't debunk you, right?"

「……」

"If you don't sell it to me, it's impossible for me to leave, isn't it worth delaying your time? Why don't you do something when you have time to grind with me? Just entertain a few guests and make back this little loss. If you take a long-term view, your world will be broadened!"

「……」

"Brother Yin, this Tyre purple is placed here for you, even if you really think it's worth a million, it's worthless if no one buys it. You sell me 200,000 yuan, and the money that falls into your pocket is really yours. Don't listen to other people painting cakes for you, if the cakes are useful, how can capitalists still pay people's salaries?"

Brother Yin: "You keep your mouth shut, I'll sell."

"Okay!"

Shen Fanyin smiled like a flower, satisfied.

Brother Yin surrendered, but this Tyre purple is really hard to find. It was so long ago that he had forgotten where he had slipped it himself.

Shen Fanyin was not in a hurry, looking at the things in the store casually, looking for what he needed.

She was looking for it when her phone rang.

"Hey, brother."

Shen Fanyin was in a good mood, and his tone when answering the phone rose.

Jing Zeheng on the other end of the phone listened to her excited voice, and smiled unconsciously: "Where is it?"

"Water Street." Shen Fanyin replied, "Buy something."

"The second aunt said to let me go home for dinner, and I will pick you up?"

"Okay."

"Twenty minutes."

"Hmm."

Hanging up the phone, Shen Fanyin put the few obsidian stones he had just picked out on the counter.

Brother Yin was still rummaging around, asking casually, "I watch the news, are you with Jing Zeheng?"

Shen Fanyin was slightly stunned, she stared at Brother Yin's back, and replied cautiously, "No, he is my brother."

"Oh." Brother Yin suddenly turned his head and glared at her, "The eldest lady of the Jing family has hundreds of thousands of dollars with me? You're sick."

Shen Fanyin was quite calm: "I have always been self-reliant."

Brother Yin sneered, turned his head and continued to rummage through the cabinets: "Didn't you say that the Jing family only has two sons in this generation? Did you pop out of a crack in the rock? Besides, your last name doesn't match, does it?"

Shen Fanyin's brows furrowed even tighter.

Brother Yin's words today are too much. He had said more than he had said before when she came.

She squinted her eyes, with caution written in them, but her tone was extraordinarily relaxed: "I take my mother's last name."

Brother Yin stopped talking after an "oh", and after more than ten minutes, he returned to the counter with a black porcelain jar like a tea caddy, pushed it in front of Shen Fanyin, and glanced at the obsidian again.

"Two hundred and forty thousand."

Shen Fanyin pinched the card, his eyes full of anticipation: "Wipe a zero, right? Or do you have a 300 off 300 discount here?"

Brother Yin's forehead was bruised: "Get out!"

When swiping the card, Shen Fanyin's painful expression seemed to be cutting her flesh.

This time she really made a bloody investment, if she can't get back the due return, she'll be-

Sell this jar of Tyre purple to Su Mu.

Tell her it's a jar from ancient Rome, and she'll believe it.

Shen Fanyin cautiously left with the porcelain jar, and when he walked, he looked at the six roads and listened to all directions, for fear that his 200,000 yuan would be scattered on the ground.

Behind the counter, Brother Yin sat back in his chair and took out a cigarette to light it.

He turned up the volume on the TV, and the female anchor of the financial news spoke in a brisk tone: "...... The latest news, Shenghua and Luoche will further cooperate. A few days ago, Jing Zeheng, President of Shenghua Group, and Luo Rou, President of Luohe Group, had a friendly and harmonious exchange......

The white smoke blurred the TV picture, and under the thick fog were a pair of eyes as cold as a falcon.

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