Let You Collect The Waste! Waste! Do You Understand? !

32.5 million bookshelf.

Liu Qing was only willing to pay 400,000 to buy it.

Obviously, he came here to pick up leaks.

But since you want to pick up the slack, why do you need to mobilize so many people?

My younger brother, who discovered that the bookshelf was worth a lot of money, could pretend not to know and treat the bookshelf as an ordinary wooden bookshelf for a few hundred yuan or even dozens of yuan. Wouldn't this save 400,000 yuan?

This contradictory behavior makes it difficult for Jiang Chen to understand.

If it is Jiang Chen.

Passing by here, I found that the bookshelf is worth 30 million.

He would definitely keep his cool and bargain with the woman and take the bookshelf away for a few hundred yuan. He would never go up and say something like "Congratulations, sister, your bookshelf is worth a lot of money."

“If you want to pick up the slack, your words and deeds don’t sound like you are picking up the slack.”

Sudden.

Jiang Chen had a flash of inspiration.

He thought of a possibility!

"I see......"

Jiang Chen raised his lips slightly and had an idea about the bookshelf.

"Ouch! What is this?!"

suddenly.

Liu Qing, who was checking the bookshelf, shouted.

It caused everyone to look in panic.

At this time, he was standing on the side of the bookshelf, pointing to the side of the bookshelf with some heartache, and asked unwillingly: "Sister, why has someone scrawled here?"

Seeing Liu Qing's expression, the woman also panicked. She took a closer look and said with some embarrassment: "Oh, the writing on this is decades old. Maybe my husband was ignorant when he was a child and wrote blindly on it. Yes. Master Liu, these words don’t affect the price, right?”

After listening.

Liu Qing sighed sadly.

"This golden nanmu is about completeness and beauty. But look, someone has written and drawn on the side of your bookshelf with a brush. The ink soaked into the wood and destroyed the texture of the golden nanmu. The price will definitely plummet. , don’t take any chances with this.”

Hear his words.

The woman suddenly felt aggrieved.

Jiang Chen's expression was much more exciting, and his heart beat faster.

Sure enough!

Jiang Chen guessed it right!

The melon-eaters came closer and saw that on the blank space on the side of the bookshelf, someone had written eloquent verses in black ink. Occasionally, typos were written, and they would be erased with a brush. Anyway, it looked like a mess!

Dark yellow wood.

Soaked in black ink.

It looks dirty and unclean.

"It's true, there is a large area of ​​calligraphy!"

"I have to say, this calligraphy is really good!"

"It's a pity, isn't it? Such good wood has been scrawled like this, alas!"

Listen to what others are saying.

The woman asked worriedly: "Master Liu, how much more can I sell for my bookshelf?"

Master Liu stared at the bookshelf and sighed. He did not rush to speak. Instead, he opened the cabinet door below, stuck his head inside the bookcase and looked at the panel. Then he straightened up and said disappointedly: "I see that the ink has soaked into the wood. On the other side You can still see the traces of ink, which means that the entire wood has been destroyed, and there is no hope of repair. I predict that the price will be reduced by at least half, and it will be difficult to sell it for 200,000 yuan."

When she heard that she had lost 200,000 yuan, the woman became anxious and collapsed. Tears immediately squeezed out of her eyes: "My husband is a goddamn man! He lost 200,000 yuan just by writing! What a bastard!"

Liu Qing advised: "This is no wonder your husband. After all, you didn't know the value of bookshelves before. Please understand each other more."

The woman asked again: "Master Liu, do you still want the bookshelf?"

Liu Qing thought for a moment and looked embarrassed: "Yes, but I can only give you 160,000."

Hear the price.

Women are even sadder.

The melon-eating people around me offered words of advice:

Sell ​​it, you originally planned to sell it for 500, but now you can make a lot of money by selling it for 160,000.

Just when everyone was doing ideological work for women.

Jiang Chen’s brain is also thinking:

The most expensive thing about this bookshelf is the calligraphy. Liu Qing definitely didn't see the clues in the calligraphy. If he did, he wouldn't have used this thing to maliciously lower the price. He would have just seen through it without saying anything and spent a few hundred yuan to buy this bookshelf. Just leave, there is no need to go to such trouble.

Think of this.

Jiang Chen took a step forward.

"Auntie, I will pay you 170,000 yuan to buy your bookshelf. Do you want to sell it?"

Since you have no vision.

Don't blame me for cutting your hair.

Everyone looked sideways and looked at the young and handsome Jiang Chen with some surprise.

"Huh? Isn't this young man a scrap collector? How can he have so much money?"

"I also saw him passing by on a tricycle collecting scraps. Isn't this guy here to cause trouble?"

Liu Qing frowned slightly:

I spent a long time talking, and I was able to buy it right away, but you suddenly jumped out and raised the price?

The woman looked at Liu Qing. Although Liu Qing introduced a lot of information and the woman was grateful to her, few people in the world would struggle with money, especially the people at the bottom. So the woman looked at Jiang Chen again: "Little brother, you are really willing." Pay 170,000?"

Before Jiang Chen could speak.

Liu Qing hurriedly said: "If this is the case, then I will also pay 170,000."

the same price.

Women will definitely give priority to Liu Qing, who has helped her a lot.

really.

The woman was about to say sorry to Jiang Chen.

As a result, Jiang Chen calmly said: "Then I will pay 180,000."

wipe? !

Liu Qing almost lost his temper.

You kid did it to me on purpose, didn't you?