Chapter 812: Who is more business (1)

Yang Zimei also deliberately pretended to be poisoned by his ecstasy, and asked with an obsessed look, "How much is that?"
"Little girl, how much money do you have?"
The stall owner thought she was in the middle of it, so she wanted to bury all the money in her pocket.
He has been here for many years. Every day, he watches various people coming and going, and he can clearly see the rich and the rich.
Yang Zimei looks like ordinary casual clothes, but the material and the tailoring are completely tailor-made, especially her skin, white and tender, her eyes clear, and not be confused by the various items on the floor, if it is not in the family's home It is absolutely impossible to have such a kind of pride.
Therefore, he also thought that she was an injustice who could be killed.
"Well, not much, there should be more than 100,000 in the card." Yang Zimei also deliberately looked ignorant and naive.
I heard that she has more than 100,000 in her eyes. The stall owner's eyes brightly slyly said, "Little girl, this is Yang Guifei's perfume bottle. It is a peerless antique. Yes, in terms of your beauty, I will lose a little, and sell it to you for 100,000. If you want, start quickly, lest you miss this village, there will be no shop. "
"Huh, huh, I'm so excited, if I change my hands again, won't it be a big deal?" Yang Zimei teased.
"Yeah, this is something that makes hundreds of thousands as soon as you change hands. I'm just willing to let the girl pick it up for such a good thing." The stall owner saw Yang Zimei as if he was going to be fooled. He sold 100,000 yuan at the wholesale price of ten yuan. He has nothing to do with business this month.
"I really want to buy it, but--"
Yang Zimei blinked, "So profitable, why did you make me make it? Wouldn't it be better if you took it to the auction house for auction?"
The stall owner saw that Yang Zimei didn't seem stupid, so he pretended to sigh and sigh sadly. "I also want to take it directly to the auction house for auction, but you see that we are just inferior people who are stalls. On such high-level occasions as the auction, even the door will not let us in. Only a girl with a high status like you can enter. Therefore, you can only suffer a little and let the girl make this big profit. "
"So it is."
Yang Zimei put on a look of sudden realization, the corner of his eye glanced at the objects in his stall with the glitter of antiquities, and two more.
One of them is a bronze Buddha with poor appearance, and the other is a scroll painting.
Her heart was overjoyed, and then she pretended to be very helpless. "Uncle, I also want to make this money, but I only have 300 yuan in my body. Although there is a little money on the card, the day before yesterday I was Mom is frozen and ca n’t be used. I ca n’t afford Yang Guifei ’s perfume bottle. Otherwise, I ’ll pick two imitations and go back.

When the owner heard that, the original smiling face was replaced with a chopping board face, and said angrily: "Really, I would have said it without money, which caused me to waste my breath and expression."
"Sorry, uncle, let me look at this picture."
Yang Zimei pointed at the shabby scroll scroll.
"My painting is also from ancient paintings. You can't see it first. You can only pay first. The price is 300 yuan."
It's true that there is no trespassing, no trespassing!