Does it have to be a woman to sell things here in order to sell things?

He has been setting up a stall here for more than 20 days, and he has not sold a single thing.

He also has to eat.

Fang Zongtang: "How about it, do you sell it or not?" ”

The stall owner changed his mind.

Twenty yuan is a lot, and the woman before gave him five yuan and ten yuan, and he didn't sell it the same.

Anyway, everything is picked up in the river for nothing, and if you can sell it for money, you make money.

"Sell, how much do you want?"

Fang Zongtang smiled slightly: "All wanted!" ”

When the stall owner heard her say this, he looked up at her several times.

This tone is really very familiar.

It was exactly the same thing that the woman said.

What kind of luck is this?

Fang Zongtang bought a bunch of rusty lumps, and bought the main board stool of the stall.

Twenty rusty lumps for one piece, thirty for benches.

The stall owner was silent for a few seconds and considered changing his career to selling benches, and then gave up the place to Fang Zongtang.

If it had been, he would have gone.

But today, he didn't know how, so he didn't want to leave.

He wanted to see what this woman was going to do.

Fang Zongtang sat directly on the bench, and the scene opened.

Lin Wenyou was the first customer.

After he squatted down, he picked left and right, but he didn't see anything famous.

"What are you?"

Fang Zongtang picked up a rusty lump and rubbed it a few times with his finger ring.

"Hollow aromatherapy furnace, during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty."

The stall owner standing on the side looked at Fang Zongtang with a dreamy expression.

This woman can blow better than him!

Lin Wenyou took out a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully.

"Less, huh?"

Fang Zongtang: "There's a lid missing, isn't it here?" She picked out the lid and handed it to Lin Wenyou.

Lin Wenyou missed the seed last time, and now he is haunted by it, and the first thing he does when he gets the whole thing is to see if there is anything hidden in it.

Fang Zongtang looked funny.

"The incense stove, what can there be in it except the incense ash!"

Lin Wenyou heard her say incense ash, and his spirit immediately came up.

Quickly took out the handkerchief from his pocket and poured out the contents.

Let Fang Zongtang stop him.

"Fifty thousand~!"

The stall owner next to him almost sat on the ground.

It's dark~

This woman is so dark~

His former boss is standing here, twenty yuan changed hands, is she good to wait for him to leave, and then shout the price?

Aren't you afraid that he will regret not selling?

Well, it's not right, aren't you afraid to scare away the people who buy things?

That's not how buying and selling works.

Lin Wenyou: "Okay." ”

The former owner of the stall was dumbfounded.

Is there any mistake?

Is there any mistake?

Twenty bucks~

This thing was bought from him for twenty yuan, why did he sit here for more than twenty days, and there was no one to ask, as soon as she came, it was 50,000.

Is he dreaming?

Fang Zongtang: "Do you want to look at anything else, it's all good things." ”

Lin Wenyou: "Yes." ”

Fang Zongtang: "Each piece is 50,000 yuan, no two prices!" ”

Lin Wenyou: "No problem! ”

Former owner of the stall: There is a problem, there is a big problem!

To, definitely To!

Others don't know, doesn't he know yet?

All these rusty lumps, all he stole from the scrapyard?

Not an antique at all?

Can you wait for him to be gone before you deceive?

Otherwise, he would feel like a fool!

Lin Wenyou picked two more.

The former boss of the stall owner squatted down directly, looked stupidly, and didn't leave.

The tiger master has seen it.

He had been watching this unlucky grandson for more than half a month. (End of chapter)