In the age of rebirth, I supported five bosses

Chapter 166
Song Lan walked up to the old man and knelt down, looking at the bottles and jars one by one. Sure enough, they were all old objects, and none of them were fake.

However, there are few frauds in this era, and most people follow the right path wholeheartedly, with a red heart towards the motherland.

"Old man, how do you sell these bottles and cans?"

The old man waited for a long time before waiting for such a questioner, and his tone was a little anxious, "If you pay for everything, just give me 300 yuan."

More than a dozen bottles and cans, and dozens of ancient books, is this only 300 yuan?Too cheap!

When Song Lan was about to pay, he heard the old man say again: "If my wife and grandson were not sick, I wouldn't be willing to sell these old things that have been handed down from the family. If you think it's expensive, then Just a little less, give me two hundred and eight!"

Song Lan directly took out 300 yuan and handed it to the old man, "Grandpa, I bought all of these, please help me wrap them up!"

The old man quickly put away the money, and happily responded: "Okay! Okay! I'll help you pack it right away!"

Song Lan saw that the old man knew how to wrap those bottles and cans with newspapers, and tied the ancient books into bundles with ropes, and then put them together in a big basket and pushed them to Song Lan, "Comrade, this The goods are all here, you put them away, and I'm leaving!"

After finishing speaking, no matter what Song Lan said, the old man walked towards the exit quickly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man next to him who had sold out and was standing there looking at the excitement around him, when he saw the old man leaving, he looked at Song Lan with sympathy and said, "Oh, big sister, you were killed Liar, these bottles and jars were all picked up by the old man Yang from the scrap yard, they are worth nothing, you are being taken advantage of."

Song Lan smiled at him, "Thank you, but, I really like these old objects, it's rare to meet them, so I bought them!"

The middle-aged man who set up the stall rolled his eyes and asked her immediately, "Sister, do you still want this kind of old thing? I have a relative's house, and it seems that there are quite a few of these things. He also wants to exchange some money." Tweed."

Song Lan couldn't believe it, "Really?"

The middle-aged man said to her in a low voice: "Really, my relative works in the flea market. Sometimes he can come across some good things, so he buys them and puts them away. If you really want to buy them, I can buy them." I will take you to have a look, but you have to give me a little favor fee."

Song Lan raised her eyes and glanced at him, "If you're telling the truth, I can give you a little errand fee, if you dare to lie to me..."

The middle-aged man quickly waved his hands, "Don't dare, never dare."

Song Lan nodded at him, "Then you wait for me outside the door, and I'll go out right away."

When the middle-aged man saw that he had really taken the job, he immediately responded happily, "Okay!"

Song Lan returned to Ma Xiaohai with the big basket.

Ma Xiaohai has been paying attention to Song Lan, and when she came back to him, he asked her in a low voice, "Sister, what do you want these old things for? People think they're dirty for packing things!"

Song Lan rolled his eyes at him, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, let's go, go out with sister."

"Okay, sister, let me carry this basket!"

After Ma Xiaohai finished speaking, he immediately picked up a big basket, the strength was so great that Song Lan was a little surprised.

Song Lan hurriedly said to him: "Xiao Hai, let's carry it together!"

Ma Xiaohai smiled at her, "No need, just a few things, I can carry them."

Song Lan thought that it would not be appropriate to walk around with such a big basket of things.

After going out, she saw the middle-aged man waiting outside, Song Lan asked the middle-aged man and Ma Xiaohai to wait for her here.

She walked out of the street, found another alley with no one in it, and found a very old and unremarkable minivan directly from the portable shopping mall.

She drove the car in front of the middle-aged man and Ma Xiaohai again, and waved to them, "Comrade, get in the car! Xiaohai, put these things in the back."

At this time, it is a big deal to have a bicycle, let alone a car.

Ma Xiaohai looked at her in shock and asked, "Sister, where did you get this car?"

Song Lan glared at him, "I borrowed it! Don't talk nonsense, get in the car!"

The middle-aged comrade also recovered from the shock, quickly opened the car door, and sat in the passenger cab.

He also said to Song Lan excitedly: "Big sister, you are so amazing, you can even drive. This is the first time I'm riding in someone else's car. I'm so honored."

Song Lan wanted to laugh, "It's just this broken car, what's so rare, comrade, what do you call it?"

The middle-aged man replied: "My surname is Lu. You can call me Old Lu. I don't know what to call a big sister?"

Song Lan replied lightly, "My surname is Song, you can call me Xiao Song!"

"Okay okay."

Under the guidance of Lao Lu, Song Lan drove to the famous Panjiayuan flea market.

Song Lan understood instantly. No wonder Lao Lu said that his relatives had received many old items. It turned out that the flea market where he worked was at Panjiayuan.

Although the Panjiayuan second-hand goods market has not yet formed the scale of later generations, it has taken shape.

In later generations, "eating roast duck, climbing the Great Wall, and visiting Panjiayuan" has become a standard for many people when they travel to the capital.

There are countless legends circulating on the Internet that ordinary people find treasures in the Panjiayuan flea market and get rich in one day. In fact, there are more people who are mistaken.

The Panjiayuan flea market where Lao Lu's relatives work is still state-run. People sell some unwanted second-hand goods here, and they resell them.

The existence of the Panjiayuan second-hand goods market is for the convenience of the masses and the recycling and reuse of second-hand goods; secondly, it can also earn some money for the country and provide more jobs.

When Song Lan parked at the door of the Panjiayuan Second-hand Goods Market in his pickup truck, it attracted the attention of many people.

Old Lu's relative also came out and was looking around when he saw Old Lu jumped off the pickup truck.

As soon as Old Lu saw his relative, he raised his voice and shouted, "Uncle..."

Song Lan walked around to the back of the car while Lao Lu was chatting with his uncle, and quietly put those bottles and ancient books into the portable shopping mall.

She left an empty basket there, and covered it with a large black cloth. As long as they didn't open it, no one could see what was inside.

When she finished handling this, Lao Lu also pulled his uncle Wan Chunlei over.

He first introduced to Song Lan, "Comrade Song, this is my uncle, Comrade Wan Chunlei, and he is also the person in charge of this flea market."

After Lao Lu introduced her, he smiled and said to his uncle, "Uncle, this is Comrade Song."

Wan Chunlei did not expect that the female driver who drove the car turned out to be a big girl in shabby clothes, which really surprised and amazed him.

　Two more~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)