Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 115 "Could it be a leak?"

"What broken book? How can this be called a broken book?"

"I collected it from the countryside after working hard for hundreds of miles."

The old man immediately began to complain about his "baby".

Liu Li just looked at him without saying a word, but shook the book in his hand, and then shook it again.

In an instant, the broken pages fell from the book and flew like butterflies.

"Uh~"

The old man was speechless for a while.

Isn't this broken?

What can it be called?
In the live broadcast room, the barrage started a new round of carnival, and this time the theme was—distressed.

"I feel sorry for Liuli, but I can only buy these broken books."

"I feel sorry for Liuli, I've been insulted to my IQ, a few hundred miles away... that's the capital city, what kind of real country can I go to in a few hundred miles?"

"I feel sorry for Liuli, I'm going to run back to the funeral shop hungry, please tell me the route, I'll watch the fun (cross out) and cheer you on."

"..."

Liu Li didn't need to look to know that in the live broadcast room, all kinds of crouching dragons and phoenix chicks must be doing work again, but she didn't have the heart to watch, and continued to pick and choose among the piles of books.

A few minutes later,

She picked out several decades-old editions of Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales with illustrations,

And something like "White Steamship", which is an internal reference book decades ago,
Practical books such as "Barefoot Doctor's Handbook" and "Military and Local Dual-Purpose Talents",
Finally, there are several old books bound and handwritten.

The old man has been watching with cold eyes.

Until Liu Li picked out the books, she raised her head and asked, "Master, how do you sell these books?"

The old man chuckled, the cigarette butts on the cigarette rod were flickering with strength, and he raised five fingers.

Liu Li blinked and asked, "Five yuan?"

"Cough cough cough~~"

The old man choked on a puff of smoke.

The fans in the live broadcast room couldn't stop laughing.

"Sister Liuli is Sister Liuli, break the defense with one bite."

"Five yuan for God's riding horse is not enough for the old man to take the bus."

"I would call this the best bargain of the year, the one that hits the bone."

"Am I the only one who thinks that the anchor haggles a bit too hard?"

"..."

The old man managed to calm down, and shouted, "It's five hundred, five hundred!"

God knows, if it wasn't for the fact that Liu Li was too cruel to pay five yuan, he would have wanted to call five thousand.

As a result, there was five yuan as a base, and the old man didn't feel the nerve to call it up for a while, so he had to lose a 0, which meant it.

Liu Li deliberately didn't watch the old man blow his beard and stare, glanced at the live broadcast room, and said to the fans:
"Everyone, don't be shy about haggling when you go to street stalls in the future."

"If you like me, I will counter-offer you. There is nothing embarrassing about it."

"If you are too thin-skinned, you can only be slaughtered."

"for example……"

Liu Li shook the books again, and sprinkled a few more "butterflies", "If you are thin-skinned, it will cost you five hundred."

The old man took a puff of cigarette depressedly, he understood, what Liu Li said was meant for him.

"It really costs five hundred, who will pick and choose at the street stall, right, sir."

The old man was a little listless: "The girl, tell me the number."

Liu Li blinked again: "Five yuan!"

The old man jumped: "No, no, I will give you a 250% discount at most, and take [-] away."

"You look like 250 to me?"

"Then how much do you pay?"

"25!"

"I won't bring you to bargain like this."

You come and go for a while, the old man can't smoke anymore, and his heart is blocked.

He pointed to those books, as well as the tattered clothes beside the books, old oil lamps, Chairman Mao's badge and other things, and said:
"These things are really just collected from the country,
The original owner was an educated youth who went to the devil's capital in his early years, and stayed in the countryside for a lifetime and never came back. These books were his thoughts that he kept with him all his life. "

"I heard from the son of the old educated youth that when he died, he pointed to these books and told his son with his last breath that he should not sell books. He would rather sell clothes than books."

The old man sighed deeply, because of the stories that happened in that era, he still did not forget to use a cigarette stick to light some rags beside the pile of books.

Liu Li glanced at it indifferently, with a vigilant expression on his face: "Master, if you tell a story, tell the story, don't try to fool me into buying the rags together.

You keep talking, I'll listen, and when you finish telling the story, let's continue to bargain. "

She said that she rolled up her sleeves, as if doing a big job.

grandfather:"……"

What a fart!

Liu Li smiled and said to the fans in the live broadcast room:

"Teach everyone to be good. If you can't think about it in the future, follow my example of picking up leaks on the stall. Don't listen to the story. It's best to think of it as bastard chant."

"If the story is useful, why do you need to identify it?"

"The same goes for other things. Whether it's having a boyfriend or girlfriend, working part-time or starting a business, whenever you hear someone trying to tell you a story, you should immediately be alert."

"Hey, he wants to fool me!"

Everyone in the live broadcast room couldn't live with laughter.

Only the old man in front of the stall couldn't laugh. Every time Liu Li said a word, his eyes were like throwing knives, and the meaning was obvious - talking about you, you are a bad old man, very bad.

"By the way, son of an educated youth, will he sell books later?"

Liu Li asked with interest.

...Didn't you say you don't want to listen to the story?

The old man is not feeling well, and he feels that all his saliva is in vain. He doesn't know if the things will be sold, and the storyteller must not have escaped.

If it was a rough guy in front of him, the old man would show his face.

But a beautiful woman watched eagerly,

From the age of 8 to the age of 80, the attitude is always softer.

The old man reluctantly told the whole story...

The old educated youth's son was obedient, and he really didn't sell those books.

In the blink of an eye, decades have passed,

The son of the old educated youth has also become a half-old man. He spent his whole life digging in the fields, but he did not expect to have a son, but he inherited the old educated youth's talent for reading. Modu, once again became the people of Modu.

He took his father to live in Shanghai. When the old man went to the countryside to collect things, they were moving, so he sold them all to the old man.

In the future, there is no hope of fooling around, so the old man's story is told briefly. The fans in the live broadcast room all expressed their boredom, but Liu Li listened thoughtfully.

"Take away the 200 yuan, and I will take it as a reimbursement for the travel expenses."

"If 50 yuan is the most, I will listen to Deyun Society."

"Your Deyun Society can listen to it for 50 yuan? 150!"

"It's free on my phone, 80!"

"Take 100 yuan!"

The fans in the live broadcast room felt that the way they bargained back and forth was very similar to talking about cross talk.

Waiting for the price of 100 yuan to be called out by the old man,

They got excited instantly
Only they know that this is the price at which the transaction is really possible. How dare you believe that a poor big beauty only costs 100 yuan.

Liu Li hesitated, but didn't agree.

The old man was heartbroken: "It's really indispensable!"

"Five dollars less."

Liu Li hesitated and said, "I still have to buy something to pack."

"That's it..."

The old man's mentality has been screwed up too much, and he almost blurted out "this broken book still needs a bag", but fortunately, he reined in the precipice.

He moved quickly, wrapped the book in his torn clothes, stuffed it into Liu Li's arms, and said firmly, "100!"

It's like betting on the last dignity of the old man.

"Wrap another layer."

Liu Li tore another piece of torn clothes, wrapped the torn book with another layer, and then reluctantly said:

"Just 100."

"Scan code."

With a "ding" sound, the QR code was successfully scanned, and the last 100 yuan in Liu Li's WeChat balance was cleared.

Simultaneously,

In the live broadcast room, someone came back and posted a barrage:
"Could it be a leak?"

(End of this chapter)