Chapter 1645: I have a little goldfish 11

In the next few days, Wei Yiran really didn't panic.
He first asked Huang Ming to rent a house with better accommodation conditions, then repurchase daily necessities, and buy a large ceramic aquarium for fish farming.
This year, ordinary workers earn only 50 or 60 yuan a month, and the 2,000 they earn from selling fish is enough to spend a long time.
The original rental house did not return either. Wei Yiran said that the sudden move was too high-profile and would attract covetousness. Huang Ming deeply believes that, everything is only Wei Yiran's head, anyway, the original rental period is one year, and the rent will not be refunded if the rent is cancelled in advance.
Wei Yiran's new residence is in a five-story dormitory building with two bedrooms and one living room. Because it is on the first floor, with an independent courtyard, but compared with the previous Wei's house, it is still very shabby.
Huang Ming is very anxious.
Koi is not exchanged for real gold and silver, it is just a fish. If it is raised to death, the loss is all visible money!
But Wei Yiran forbade him to find the old man who loves koi. Instead, he asked him to go to the flower and bird market instead of selling fish. He just wandered with two hands free and asked about the prices in other fish shops.
Huang Ming did what he said. He felt that Wei Yiran might want to cultivate himself...
Huang Ming spent two days strolling in the flower and bird market, learning the art of koi appreciation, squinting, his eyes lingering on the rows of fish tanks.
The price of koi fluctuates greatly. In his eyes, it is clear that the price of the koi is similar. The price can range from tens to hundreds. Of course, there are also tens of thousands of prices, but it is said that they are all raised in fish farms. Will be brought to the market.
After two days of shopping, Huang Ming had no gain, and couldn't help asking Wei Yiran: "Master, how many days do I have to visit before I can get started?"
"Getting started?" Wei Yiran put down the newspaper and looked up, "Don't worry, at most two days later, the old man should come here."
Huang Ming touched his nose, feeling that he was probably affectionate.
However, he also sighed in his heart, and thought to himself: The rich are worthy of the rich, even if they are down, they are more inclined to make money than ordinary people.
"When he finds you, you pretend to be hesitant." Wei Yiran said to Huang Ming, "You have been running the market for a few days, and he will guess that you have other koi for sale. There will be a request to watch the fish. Remember, you must refuse."
Huang Ming was slightly stunned: "Why, Master? Isn't it allowed to inspect the goods before buying?"
Wei Yiran shook his head, "In that case, he will pick out the good-quality fish, and the rest will not be sold."
Huang Ming thinks seriously.
To be honest, neither he nor Wei Yiran are experts. Wei Yiran is a little better than him, and only knows a little about fur. How to buy all these koi at a high price is a skill.
"The more you hide and tuck, the more he suspects that you have good products in your hands, and the bids will become more and more generous, but if you give him the opportunity to pick and choose, so that he calms down, he will not be willing to pay too much. Price." Wei Yiran said.
Huang Ming nodded.
When he went to the market the next day, he met the old man again. The other party seemed to have come to buy fish, but he didn't find any good products. As soon as he saw Huang Ming, he kindly came over to talk and inquired about the koi in his hand.
According to Wei Yiran's explanation, Huang Ming held back his words, only hesitating to say that he wanted to sell, but he was afraid that the sale would be lost.
After a psychological tug-of-war, they sold each koi for 26,000 yuan.
Huang Ming sold out the remaining koi as he wished, put the cash in a black plastic bag, and hugged it back bulgingly. He looked very stiff and both hands were shaking slightly.
He has never seen so much money...
Wei Yiran opened the plastic bag and split the money in two blankly.
"I...I want to buy a big house! Buy a big bed!" Huang Ming said excitedly, "I want to buy a shop too! Buy a car! Buy foreign wine!"
The poor dream a lot.
He was excited for a while, seeing Wei Yiran silent, couldn't help asking: "Master, you have money now, what are you going to buy?"