Not buying?
Punk wished that these two people would not buy it. In that case, he could sell it to others at a higher price and earn more profits. In fact, what the two said was right. Although Punk kept saying that business was business, he would still take care of them compared to others.
Punk smiled and pointed at Han Du who was standing on the stage, and said with a smile: "Isn't there a good way? I think maybe I will only bring out one pound of tea. The minimum price is one thousand pounds. You two can try to bid. try?"
The two stared at Punk, a belly full of abuse echoing in their stomachs.
Faced with Punk's confident attitude, the two of them had to surrender after a while, "Okay, old Punk. If you have anything to say, just say it. How much do you want to sell it for per pound?"
Since they had to talk about money, the two of them would not be verbose and looked at him with a straight face.
Punk smiled and held out two fingers towards the two of them.
"Two thousand?" The two took a deep breath and growled dissatisfiedly: "You want to make double the profit when you change hands, are you crazy? If we buy it for you, then we are crazy!"
"Yes, yes, it's too expensive, it's too expensive..."
Punk smiled and retracted his finger, not afraid that the two of them would not buy it. If they really thought it was too expensive and didn't want to buy it, they would have sat back in their seats long ago and wouldn't still be in front of him. She still refuses to go back now because she just wants to bargain with him.
However, Punk was not prepared to lower the price. He folded his hands on his fat belly, glanced at the two of them from left to right, and said: "You are right, I can't buy so much high-quality tea by myself. Spread out Selling a little bit is almost inevitable.”
The two of them laughed immediately, and it was because they had guessed this that they spoke to Punk.
"But," Punk's tone changed, "even if I want to sell some tea leaves, the price will not be low. The price I sell to you is two thousand, and I am also going to learn from the practices of these Eastern businessmen and also make There is such an auction. The base price is two thousand, what do you think?"
Selling tea to them at the lowest price is indeed a way of taking care of them.
However, the two of them still had concerns, "The base price is two thousand gold pounds... Is this price too high? What if no one bids for your price?"
"If no one bids, then I will refund you a thousand gold pounds." Punk said lightly, lowered his head and took another sip of the tea in his hand. Half a cup of turquoise tea soup shines like a gem in the snow-white porcelain cup. Let alone drinking something like this, even just taking a look at it is an extremely refreshing enjoyment.
What's more, the taste of this tea is really delicious.
When they heard that Punk was willing to refund the money, all their worries disappeared. They impatiently grabbed Punk's arm and asked him to firmly seal the deal.
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Seeing the tea leaves being sold, Han Du felt that with such a good start, the subsequent items might be much easier to sell.
Raising her hands to signal to the audience, two maids came forward holding a wooden box.
Han Du knocked on the long table, attracting everyone's attention. Smiling, he opened the wooden box to everyone and said, "Everyone has seen silk, bought silk, and even many of you are wearing silk now. But I can guarantee that you have never seen silk like this."
Everyone stretched
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As for the neck, I could only see a palm-sized pile of things inside the box, which looked like silk from a distance.
Han Du reached out and took the silk in his hand. It was indeed about the size of a palm, not even that thick.
Then he motioned to the two maids and slowly opened the silk in his hands. As it was opened again and again, the area of silk became larger and larger. As if by magic, the silk soon turned into a huge piece one foot long and one foot wide, almost covering the entire high platform including Han Du.
Not only that, this silk is different from the previous ones. Although silk in the past came in various colors, the entire piece of silk was of the same color, and there was no difference in color. But the colors on this piece of silk have different shades, forming auspicious patterns. It is simply exquisite and rare in the world.
Once such silk is unfolded, it instantly attracts everyone's attention.
Han Du lifted up the silk from behind, walked out, and said with a smile: "You have never seen silk like this before, right?"
Even the city lord was shocked. He subconsciously stood up and shook his head dully.
Han Du pointed to the silk behind him with a smile on his face and said: "This is actually not silk, this is a brocade that is better than silk. And it is a colorful brocade. Even in the Ming Empire, only marquises and Only a duke can wear it."
"Okay, I won't say any more gossip. Everyone sees whether this thing is good or not. There are ten brocades like this, and they are also sold together. The base price is 500 pounds of gold. Each increase in price must not be less than 10 pounds. Pounds. Please start bidding!”
As soon as Han Du finished speaking, someone immediately stretched out his hand and shouted: "Six hundred pounds."
Good guy, I didn’t even shout out the base price, I just added a hundred pounds. Not to mention everyone, even Han Du couldn't help but glance at this person. Such a heroic person is naturally another owner of the slave market, the enemy of the old punk.
He was set up by Old Punk just now. He originally thought that Old Punk would suffer a big loss, but he didn't expect that he would be taught a lesson by Old Punk with his backhand. Not only was it not able to embarrass Old Punk, it even gave him an instant advantage, giving him a reputation as a wise man among the upper-class nobles of Horumus.
All these gave him a feeling of something stuck in his throat, so when he saw these oriental businessmen taking out another item, he raised his hand without hesitation, determined to buy it.
But there was more than one person who wanted to buy it. As the price of "six hundred pounds" was shouted out, hands sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Soon, the price exceeded one thousand pounds.
Moreover, it is still fifty pounds, one hundred pounds, and keeps climbing.
"Three thousand pounds!"
A sudden bald voice came, directly increasing the price by more than a thousand pounds. Everyone turned their heads to look at Punk, wondering what was going on with him.
Punk ignored the others and just glanced at his opponent with a sneer.
Got it, everyone understood it instantly.
Punk was retaliating against his opponent for constantly raising his price, causing him to spend more money. Now it was the other party's turn to buy the goods, and naturally he couldn't let the other party succeed easily.
"Four thousand pounds!" The other party also understood what Punk meant, but he did not flinch. Since you have to fight on price, then fight to the end. He originally joined Punk and wanted to see Punk's jokes. But I never thought it would be the other way around
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Later, he was tricked by Punk and turned into a joke among the noble circle of Horumos.
Now is his time to regain his face, and he is not willing to give up no matter what.
"Five thousand pounds!" The old punk god said lightly. He didn't even raise his eyelids, as if his wealth was so great that he didn't even care about five thousand gold pounds.
"Six thousand pounds!" The man chased after Punk, staring at Punk tightly, not daring to relax at all.
"Eight thousand pounds!" Punk spoke softly again.
"Ten thousand pounds!"
Upon hearing the price, flowers bloomed on Punk's face.
When the man saw Punk's expression, his heart suddenly tightened. He secretly thought that something was wrong and he had been tricked by this old guy.
Sure enough, Punk looked at the other party with a smile and said: "Since you want it, then I will grant it to you."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and sat down with his hands folded, saying nothing.
No matter how stupid the other party was, he still realized at this time that he was fooled by the old fox Punk again. His eyes were red with anger, and his nose seemed to be on fire. He stood up suddenly, turned around and left the banquet hall. Being teased by Punk twice in a row, he was too embarrassed to stay here no matter how thick his face was.
When the others saw how badly Punk dealt with the opponent, they couldn't help but look at Punk with a little more fear.
As a wise fox, such a reputation is really impressive.
"Ten thousand pounds per time!" Han Du didn't care so much and continued to quote the price, "Is there anything higher?"
Punk was silent, and the real owner was angry and left. How could anyone continue to increase the price at this time?
"Ten thousand pounds twice!" Han Du also knew that no one would raise the price anymore, so he continued to quote.
"Ten thousand pounds three times! Deal!"
Originally, Han Du wanted to say some words of congratulations, but seeing that the main host was not there, he simply skipped the show.
As for whether the other party would really pay 10,000 pounds of gold to buy back these brocades... Han Du was not worried at all about the other party's default.
Do you really think that the naval fleet currently docked in the bay is just a display? If he dares to default on his debt, Han Du will let him know the consequences of doing so.
In an instant, 20,000 pounds of gold was credited to the account, and Han Du's interest also increased.
He continued shouting: "The next item is porcelain from the Ming Empire."
The same began to explain: "You have all seen ordinary porcelain, and I don't need to say more. But what I want to tell you today is that in the Ming Empire, porcelain was also divided into folk kilns and official kilns. The so-called folk kiln porcelain is Civilian craftsmen fired porcelain. This type of porcelain accounted for the majority of the Ming Empire, and the porcelain used by civilians was basically produced in private kilns."
"But truly fine porcelain comes from official kilns."
Seeing that although everyone reacted, it was not very big. Han Du smiled and continued: "In the Ming Empire, civilians are not allowed to use porcelain from official kilns. If civilians use porcelain from official kilns, it is a capital crime and requires Beheaded."
As expected by Han Du, everyone immediately became uproar after hearing Han Du's explanation. Without comparison, they didn't know how precious official kiln porcelain was. Now they heard that civilians would be beheaded if they even used it. With comparison, everyone understood how precious official kiln porcelain was.
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