Live broadcast antique city, others will miss your wholesale?

Chapter 17 Did I wrong him?
"No lie, no lie."

"Okay here it is."

The old man held the stone ball in front of Su Bai with a serious face.

...how good is this?
Su Bai was speechless for a while, temporarily let go of the questions of "whether or not to cheat" and "is it good", and continued to ask: "Who did you buy it for?"

"I bought it from the teacher."

Hearing the word "teacher", Su Bai sighed inwardly.

This is the milk tea shop in the antique circle version.

It is not milk tea that makes money, but the franchise fee.

Some bastards in the antique circle don't take good care of buying and selling antiques, and they just cheat these laymen out of money.

"I heard that you have been here for several days. Have you ever sold one?"

Su Bai reached out and tapped the stone ball.

The old man lowered his head, and the hands holding the stone ball dropped
Apparently not.

"You haven't sold any of them, so you haven't noticed any problems?"

Su Bai was heartbroken: "You go home, you were cheated by the teacher."

"No lie, the teacher lost money and gave it to me."

The old man looked serious and stubborn.

Su Bai looked at his expression, and suddenly couldn't utter words such as "stone powder", "worthless", "your teacher is just cheating money", and so on.

He could only sigh, got up and walked towards the white orchid tree.

Netizens in the live broadcast room followed to see the present, and the barrage showed polarization:
[I'm old enough to live like a dog, if I really have the ability to eat antiques, wouldn't it be nice to pick up leaks like the anchor?Also the teacher taught you, funny. 】

[I will give you the loss money, he is your father. 】

[Anchor, this script is not good, the person who wrote the script deducted wages, how can there be such a stupid person? 】

[Enough of the previous ones, the old man is pitiful enough, is there no old man in your family? 】

【He was cheated, and he did nothing wrong. 】

[Looking at this makes me feel distressed, like my grandma, who was deceived and afraid of being told by her children, so she tried her best to convince herself that she wasn't deceived, and then she was deceived even more...]

[Hey, why did the anchor leave?Give up now? 】

【Why don't you go?The old man didn't listen to advice, he didn't lie, hey. 】

……

Of course Su Bai didn't just leave like that,
It's just that I already know that verbal persuasion is useless.

The old man's condition is already very wrong.

I haven't eaten water and rice all day, coupled with mental stress,
And dare not face reality,

It's useless to say anything to him now.

Su Bai found two security guards again, exchanged some cash with them, walked back to the booth, bent down and took out 200 yuan and handed it to the old man.

"Old man, take the money to take the car and go home."

The old man stood up in a panic, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to push: "I can't, I can't ask for your money."

"It's not easy for you either."

Su Bai persisted in putting the money into the old man's hand, pressed his fingers to hold the money in his palm, and then patted it lightly:

"Don't come back after you go back, and don't trust that teacher again."

The old man pursed his lips a few times, held the money tightly, and then seemed to remember something, picked up a few stone balls from the stall, and some odds and ends, and put them into Su Bai's hand stuffed.

"Boss, these are for you."

Su Bai stretched out his hand to push it away, shook his head and said, "I don't want this."

"Take it, take it, you can't lose 200 yuan."

The old man was very persistent, and he couldn't explain why. He just murmured and repeated: "You can't lose money."

Su Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked at the bottle of water on the ground as it was, and knew that if he didn't accept the things, the old man might not want money.

"Ok."

The old man showed a smile, took half a sack, and hurriedly packed the things into Sai Subai's arms, still repeating the phrase "You can't lose money".

Su Bai accepted it helplessly, and said, "Okay, old man, drink water quickly, and then go eat something, haven't you drunk water all day?"

"Are you carrying it like this a few days ago?"

Only then did the old man unscrew the cap of the bottle of water, gulped down the whole bottle of water in one gulp, shook his head, and smiled honestly.

At this moment, after giving the cash to Su Bai, he interjected with the young security guard who came to see the excitement:

"That's not true. Two days ago, at least he bought a bottle of water to drink, and ate a couple of steamed buns."

The middle-aged security guard added: "The old man gave the money to the little beggar today. He didn't even have the money to buy a bottle of water, so he had to carry it on his shoulders."

Su Bai looked at the old man in work clothes in surprise.

The old man smiled honestly: "I think that child is pitiful, he will be beaten if he can't get money."

The young security guard curled his lips in disdain: "They are all liars. There are many in this antique city. I have even seen mothers bring their children to beg."

In the live broadcast room, after Su Bai gave the money, the old man kept emphasizing that "it can't be compensated", but the atmosphere changed. There were some who sneered at the anchor "Holy Mother", and some who were angry at the old man for saying "it's hopeless", and they all fell silent at the moment .

At this point, he is still willing to give the last bit of money he has to buy water to the poorer little beggar.

Even if the other party's beggar is fake, the old man's kindness is real.

The atmosphere in the barrage changed, and he started to trick Su Bai to give the old man more money, and all the impatient gifts were picked up, clamoring for the anchor to pay for it.

Su Bai also felt that the 200 yuan just now seemed to be less.

Afraid to give too much,

Let the elderly have a wrong perception, and really think that they are making money from selling antiques,

If you repeat the same mistakes, you will lose your old life.

Su Bai took advantage of the two security guards helping the old man pack his luggage—large and small woven bags, moved a few steps away, and asked the netizens in the live broadcast room:

"Tell me, why should I give more money, so as not to misunderstand the old man."

Su Bai put the jade pot and spring bottle he bought earlier on the ground, and squatted on the ground with his hands free to untie the broken sack, revealing the messy things that the old man stuffed inside, pointing at them and saying:
"Whoever comes up with a good idea, this will be a thank you gift, free shipping, dear."

[Are you happy to skin it? 】

[It's okay to think about it, forget about those rubbish, the anchor can keep it for himself. 】

[Free shipping, are these rags enough for postage? 】

【I want that bottle. 】

Su Bai picked up the pile of rubbish with his hands, and pointed his glasses at them at the same time, so that the netizens in the live broadcast room could see more clearly.

The gift of thanks is of course a joke,
Su Bai was really just scratching the surface, just as he was about to give the old man the rest of the cash, and then persuade him to go home quickly and not come out again, when he suddenly spent money in front of his eyes.

"Ok?"

Su Bai took out all the money and held it in the palm of his hand, and suddenly he couldn't move.

Over there, with the help of two security guards, the old man stuffed his things into woven bags and was about to leave.

Netizens were so anxious to send barrage reminders:

[What is the host in a daze for?Everyone is leaving. 】

[Could you be reluctant to pay, let's come and get some gifts. 】

[The one in the front is a new fan. If you look at our anchor, you have to look at the eyebrows. Look at the little eyebrows flying. 】

[Fuck, isn't it? ! 】

[Isn't it? ! 】

……

Su Bai was more shocked than everyone in the studio, so he took off his glasses and wiped them ten times and twenty times.

[Item: Jade Pig Grip]

【Era: Western Han Dynasty】

【…】

Su Bai fixed his eyes on a stone ball with a length of more than ten centimeters, a cylindrical shape, a bit like a doorknob, and there was only one thought in his mind:
"I wronged him?"

"That teacher, is it possible that he is really a very good person?"

(End of this chapter)