Chen Yang and Song Qingyun murmured a few words, then turned around and left the stall with Fang Ziwei, leaving Song Qingyun alone in front of the stall.
Mr. Luo glanced at Song Qingyun, then at Chen Yang, then turned and followed Chen Yang. Chen Yang walked to a stall not far away, squatted down and carefully selected the items. Finally, he picked up a piece of bronze and asked the stall owner, "Brother, how do you sell this?"
"Take the five yuan!" The stall owner looked up, waved his hand and said.
It was an extremely ordinary shoehorn, used to put on shoes. Although it is a shoehorn, it is still engraved with a small flower and the two English letters 'hy'.
Chen Yang was thinking about the shoehorn and smiled, it was exactly what he needed, "Okay, I want it!"
As soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, Master Luo's voice sounded from behind, "Ten yuan, I want it!"
The stall owner was stunned, looked up, and found that it was Mr. Luo. Before he could speak, Chen Yang spoke again.
"Twenty, I want it!" Chen Yang shouted directly from the side.
After listening to Chen Yang shouting, the stall owner was a little confused. It was just an old shoe pick. How could the two of them grab it?
"I'll pay thirty!"
"Fifty!"
…
"One hundred yuan!" When Mr. Luo shouted one hundred yuan, he already knew that he had been fooled. This shoehorn is definitely not worth so much money. This kid sees that he has robbed him of several treasures and wants to give him more money!
But this is his own territory after all. If he gives up, wouldn't he lose face? Moreover, as long as you can get rid of the few things you just robbed from this kid, although you won't make much money, it will definitely be more than a hundred yuan.
Hearing Mr. Luo shouting one hundred yuan, Chen Yang smiled slightly and said without any hesitation, "Two hundred yuan!"
At this time, the stall was already crowded with people, and a broken shoehorn could be sold for two hundred yuan. The stall owner was definitely lucky today, and people gathered around to watch the excitement.
"Why should you pay so much for such a poor shoehorn?"
"Isn't this nothing to do? I really have money and nowhere to spend it!"
"What do you know? Maybe it's some kind of treasure!"
"A shoehorn actually sold for two hundred yuan. Tsk, Tsk, Lao Wang is lucky today!"
Mr. Luo looked at Chen Yang, curled his lips, and snorted slightly, "Okay, it seems that your kid is fighting with me today, so I will stay with you until the end!"
After finishing speaking, he turned to look at the stall owner.
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