After watching Chen Yang shout out 2,000 yuan, he took the money from Fang Ziwei's hand. It was a wad of money, at least four to five thousand.
Mr. Luo lowered his head and thought about it. It seemed that this boy was bound to win the shoehorn today. No, such a good thing must not be bought by this boy. Thinking of this, Mr. Luo gritted his teeth and said, "Six thousand yuan!"
"Oh my God, Mr. Luo has offered six thousand yuan!"
"I really didn't expect that a shoehorn turned out to be an antique. Lao Wang made a profit, made a profit!"
"I saw this shoehorn in front of Lao Wang's stall a few days ago. I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect it!"
…
Everyone was talking around. After Master Luo finished calling out the price, he looked at Chen Yang with a smile on his face. Chen Yang frowned and looked at the money in his hand with an expression of reluctance.
Fang Ziwei looked around and then at Chen Yang, knowing that it was time to perform by herself. So he approached Chen Yang, with a worried expression on his face, took Chen Yang's arm and whispered, "Brother, we don't have that much money, why don't we leave first?"
Chen Yang pursed his lips, looked at Fang Ziwei, and then at the shoehorn in the stall owner's hand, "Xiaowei, do we only have so much money?"
Fang Ziwei nodded, and Chen Yang sighed helplessly, "What a pity, such a good thing..." Chen Yang handed the money to Fang Ziwei, and shook his head helplessly, indicating that he gave up.
Chen Yang turned around, and Fang Ziwei lowered her head and put the money in her bag. Mr. Luo laughed loudly at this time, pointed at Chen Yang and said proudly, "Boy, I will teach you a lesson today. In the territory of the Temple of the Reclining Buddha, power depends on power, not just picking up the mistakes you want!"
"Remember?"
After hearing what Mr. Luo said, Fang Ziwei was unhappy. She glared at Mr. Luo, rolled her eyes a few times, took out the money she was going to put in her bag, and waved it in front of the stall owner.
"Boss, I have 4,500 yuan here," Fang Ziwei said with her eyes widened. "This big brother just said 6,000 yuan to buy your shoehorn. It's unreasonable! Now I have cash in my hand. He Just one sentence, you decide for yourself!”
Fang Ziwei's words made the stall owner Lao Wang shaken. Everyone around here knows Master Luo's character. Although he has shouted for six thousand yuan now, what if he doesn't give himself so much money? In that case, it would be better to sell it to this young man and woman, after all, they are holding cash.
"Master Luo, look at this..." The stall owner, Lao Wang, looked at Master Luo in embarrassment.
"What, Lao Wang, you don't believe me?" Mr. Luo stared at Lao Wang with his eyes wide.
"No..." Lao Wang waved his hands repeatedly. At this time, Fang Ziwei rolled her eyes at Luo
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