After watching Chen Yang shout 2,000 yuan, he took the money from Fang Ziwei's hand, which was a pile of money, and at least four or five thousand.

Luo Ye lowered his head and pondered for a while, it seems that this kid is bound to take down this shoehorn today. No, such a good thing must not be bought by this kid, thinking of this, Luo Ye gritted his teeth, "Six thousand yuan!" ”

"My God, Luo Ye has 6,000 yuan!"

"I really didn't expect it, a shoehorn is actually an antique, Lao Wang earned it, earned it!"

"A few days ago, I saw this shoehorn in front of Lao Wang's stall, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it!"

……

Everyone was talking on the side, and after Luo Ye shouted the price, he looked at Chen Yang with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Chen Yang frowned tightly while looking at the money in his hand with an unwilling expression.

Fang Ziwei looked around, then at Chen Yang, and knew that it was time to perform by herself. So he approached Chen Yang, with a worried expression, pulled Chen Yang's arm and whispered, "Brother, we don't have so much money, why don't we go first?" ”

Chen Yang pursed his mouth, looked at Fang Ziwei, and then looked at the shoehorn in the stall owner's hand, "Xiaowei, are we all so rich?" ”

Fang Ziwei nodded, Chen Yang sighed helplessly, "It's a pity, such a good thing ......" Chen Yang handed the money to Fang Ziwei, shook his head helplessly, and said that he had given up.

Chen Yang turned around, and Fang Ziwei lowered her head and put the money in her bag. Luo Ye laughed at this time, pointed at Chen Yang and said proudly, "Boy, I'll teach you a lesson today, in the realm of the Reclining Buddha Temple, it depends on power, not if you want to pick up the leak!" ”

"Remember!"

After listening to Luo Ye, Fang Ziwei was not happy, glared at Luo Ye, rolled her eyes a few times, took out the money that was about to be put in the bag, and shook it in front of the stall owner.

"Boss, I have four thousand five hundred yuan here," Fang Ziwei said with wide eyes, "This big brother just said that six thousand yuan to buy your shoehorn, but there is no basis for his words!" Now I have cash in my hand, and he just says a word, you decide for yourself! ”

Fang Ziwei said a word, and the stall owner Lao Wang was shaken. Luo Ye's temperament, everyone in the vicinity knows that although he is shouting 6,000 yuan now, what if he doesn't give himself so much money? In that case, it would be better to sell it to the young man and woman, who have cash in their hands.

"Luo Ye, look at this ......" Lao Wang, the stall owner, looked at Luo Ye in embarrassment.

"Why, Lao Wang, you don't believe me?" Luo Ye looked at Lao Wang with round eyes.

"It's not ......" Lao Wang waved his hand again and again, and at this time, Fang Ziwei glanced at Luo beside him

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