Chapter 44: Four hundred yuan?

"good stuff!"
"This is definitely a good thing!"
Song Yun stared at the tables and chairs stacked on the tricycle, dazzling with white light.
Song Yun's heart was beating violently, and he unexpectedly encountered such a good thing in such a place.
Song Yun took a few deep breaths and tried to suppress his excitement. He didn't go up right away. His goal was those old tables and chairs, driving a good car, but buying something like this would definitely arouse others' suspicion. When the tricycle went out for a certain distance, he pushed the door to catch up.
"Wait!"
Song Yun was a few meters away from the tricycle, shouting loudly.
The tricycle stopped.
"What's the matter?" A thin old man riding a tricycle, with triangular eyes ticking around, "Is there something broken to sell?"
"I am not selling things but buying things."
"Working at this construction site, not long after I arrived, I rented a house and lacked tables and chairs. Just now I saw an old car in your car from a distance. Come over and ask if you can sell it."
Song Yun is straightforward, without covering up, it is better to deal with such a person.
"You want to buy this table in my car and how many chairs?"
The thin old man patted the old table and old chair on the tricycle.
"Yes, it's not wrong. I won't stay here for a long time, less than half a year. Buying new things is too wasteful. Get some old ones and use them. Just throw them away when you leave. It doesn't hurt."
"Of course, the price must be right. I buy old things to save money. I don't want them if they are expensive."
Song Yun's face didn't change his face, he was right.
"1000 yuan, take it if you want."
The thin old man didn’t think much about asking for a price. This old town often demolished houses. He just bought the table and chairs from the owner of a house that was going to be demolished tomorrow. It cost 100 yuan, and it was also the same if you pulled it back. When the second-hand goods are sold, if they can be sold here, it will save the effort of pulling them back.
"This is impossible!"
"I said just now that I buy old things just to save money. If you pass by here, it saves me looking for places to sell second-hand goods. Your price is too high to buy."
"You can't spend much money to collect these pieces of stuff. If 100 yuan is worth a day, you will have to add 1,000 yuan in an instant. This kind of business cannot be done."
Song Yun shook his head vigorously. Buying these tables and chairs for 1,000 yuan made a lot of money, but he definitely couldn’t agree. Don’t look at the tattered ones, and walk the streets all day long. Few of them are really fools, even though they are not highly educated. But the society is extremely experienced. If you pay the money quickly, you will definitely raise doubts. It is hard to say what will happen next.
"How much are you willing to buy?"
The thin old man didn't doubt that even a fool would not spend the money to buy a few old tables and chairs, but just made a price casually and waited for a counter-offer.
"150 yuan!"
"As I just said, you won't pay more than 100 yuan for these tables and chairs. I bought them for 150 yuan. You have already made a profit."
Song Yun came from a poor background and couldn't tell what the top steaks looked like, but when it comes to these ragged steaks, he is very clear, and the counter-offer is very precise.
"No!"
"150 yuan is definitely not good."
"You must know that these tables and chairs will never be collected for 100 yuan. Although they look worn and old, they are all real solid wood without some fakes. There is no problem in three or five years."
"800 yuan, you can take it for 800 yuan."
The thin old man is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He is also a good bargaining tool. He pats the table while talking. The sound is very thick, and it is definitely the sound of solid wood.
Song Yun did not show weakness, standing on the side of the road and bargaining with the thin old man. After more than 20 minutes of arduous seesaw and contest, the final negotiated price was 450 yuan.
"I have never seen a young man who can be as powerful as you, who can grow flowers on the mouth of bargaining!"
The thin old man laughed as he talked, the wrinkles on his face almost squeezed into chrysanthemums. The thing bought for 100 yuan was sold for 450 yuan, which is a net profit of 350. Today's business is good.
"regret!"
"I regret it now!"
"450 yuan?"
"Gosh!"
"I promised you this price only because my brain was flooded!"
"I should stick to 200 yuan!"
Song Yun shook his head and sighed as he spoke, looking very reluctant and repentant.
"Young man, let me tell you, we have negotiated the price, you can't go back!"
The thin old man looked wary.
"Am I such a person?"
"Since the price has been negotiated, I will pay."
While talking, Song Yun took out his wallet and counted four hundred yuan bills and one fifty yuan.
The thin old man stretched out his hand to grab the money, turned around and pushed the tricycle and left in a hurry, looking afraid of Song Yun's remorse.
Song Yun smiled, extremely proud.
"good stuff!"
"This is really a good thing!"
Song Yun said as he stretched out his hand and rubbed it the table. The white light was bright and dazzling.
Song Yun slapped a table and four chairs all over. He was extremely satisfied, and he couldn't see his teeth with a smile. This was not a table and chairs at all, but a lot of RMB.
Song Yun carried the table and chair and strode towards his Wrangler.