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Old Joe was a craftsman.

Old Qiao, who worked as a carpenter and mason in his early years, has excellent hands-on ability. In the early years, relying on his skill of carving walnuts, he made money to build a two-story bungalow and bought a car.

As he got older, Old Joe couldn't do it anymore.

Now Lao Qiao doesn't carve any walnuts anymore, and takes care of his grandson and granddaughter with his wife every day.

It's not easy to take care of the children, especially since Lao Qiao's grandchildren are all in elementary school, and they are naughty and pester him to buy toys.

My grandson likes yo-yos, so I had to buy one for rolling around all over the floor.

The granddaughter likes the ba la la little magic fairy, and she wants to ask grandpa to buy a magic fairy spar chain with her pursed mouth. If she doesn't buy it, she will cry.

How can this be done!

Old Qiao knew in his heart that most of the grandchildren saw other people of the same age playing, so they started to compare.

But if you understand it, you understand that the grandson is rolling on the ground like the wheels of a car, and the granddaughter is pulling her sleeves and looking at him tearfully. This is too difficult.

On the day of the market, after promising his grandchildren to bring them toys, Old Qiao went to the county seat alone.

In the stationery store in the county town, Lao Qiao saw the photon elves that his grandson cried out for, and he also saw the magic fairy spar chain that his granddaughter couldn't get with tears in his eyes...

One 250, one 55!

Turtle!

Old Qiao didn't have much education, so when he saw the price at first glance, he immediately scolded the shopkeeper beside him, You black-hearted profiteer, how dare you sell such a piece of broken plastic for so much?

It is probably not the first time that the shopkeeper has been misunderstood, and he explained with a smile without getting angry: Old man, this price is not set by me, it is set by other manufacturers, and the price is the same in the whole city. Yes, then I will pay you ten times the original price!

Old Qiao didn't believe what the profiteer said.

He changed to a stationery store in front of the primary school.

Coincidentally, during the class, the owner of the stationery store was deserted and came out to greet Lao Qiao: Old man, what do you buy? Do you want to buy a pencil case or a schoolbag for the child? I have a newly purchased Xiaomoxian pencil case and Huolishaonianwang schoolbag. , make sure your kids like it!

Don't buy that! Do you sell toys here?

The owner smiled: What do you mean, which stationery store in this county doesn't sell toys?

Grasping stationery and toys with one hand, students and children are not separated!

Old Qiao nodded, and asked the shopkeeper, How much do you sell for that yo-yo called Photon Elf?

Photon elves?

The shop owner rolled his eyes and replied: Oh! That's precious! The minimum is 9999 yuan! It's not easy to get the goods now. If I want to buy it here, I have to add 200 yuan. How about this old man, if you want it sincerely, You take ten thousand yuan!

That's 10,000? ?

Old Joe was so frightened that he was about to have a heart attack.

Today's elementary school students are facing a group of profiteers!

The profiteer sold a lump of plastic for 250 yuan before, and he thought it was bad. He didn't expect there to be worse than him. This guy actually sold it for 10,000 yuan?

A profiteer! This is robbery...

Old Qiao was so angry that his beard trembled, wishing he could strangle the nonsense shopkeeper to death.

The shop owner felt that he was wronged, and argued: Old man, what nonsense are you talking about! I am not a profiteer, this is the guide price set by the manufacturer!

Is it ordered by the manufacturer?

Old Qiao sneered: You think I'm an old man, don't you know? Which manufacturer is so shameless, setting such an unbelievable price for a pile of plastic?

There really is such a manufacturer as you mentioned!

The shop owner carefully took out the treasure of the shop Photon Elf S from the safe under the cash register.

The recommended retail price is clearly printed on the box: 9999 yuan!

Old Joe was dumbfounded.

Where did Pengda come from as a black-hearted enterprise?

The toy is so expensive, does he not want to sell it or is he hoping to make a fortune and run away?

Probably thinking that the old man would not buy the treasure of the store, the owner sighed calmly, and then said: Don't worry, old man, this is a limited edition, and it is reasonable to sell it at an expensive price. If you are short on money, , you can take a look at this normal version of Photon Elf, it only costs 250 yuan!

Only fools buy this!

Whether it was 10,000 yuan or 250 yuan, Old Qiao couldn't accept it.

After leaving this stationery store, Old Qiao didn't stop in his footsteps. He asked all the stores in the city that sold toys.

Prices do match!

Old Qiao was very angry. He didn't buy the photon elf, which was obviously a fool. He only bought a 55-yuan magic fairy spar chain.

Compared with the photon elf, although the price of the magic fairy spar chain is also expensive, it is less than one hundred yuan.

But that's not the main reason Old Joe bought it!

The reason why I only bought the magic fairy spar chain and not the yo-yo...

His granddaughter's tears made him feel more distressed than his grandson rolling on the ground.

Girls need to be rich!

Forget about the boy, buying such an expensive toy for that bastard who is rolling all over the floor, old Qiao feels panicked just thinking about it.

Back home, Lao Qiao's wife had already prepared lunch.

The grandchildren also came home from school.

The granddaughter got her favorite magic fairy spar chain, unpacked it hastily, and put it around her neck, feeling like she has become the most shining little fairy in the universe.

Seeing his granddaughter's sweet smile, Lao Qiao felt that the 55 yuan was not wronged.

As for...

Grandpa, where's my yo-yo?

Forget about this bastard!

Old Qiao sighed, touched his grandson's head and said earnestly: What do boys play with yo-yos? Isn't marbles fun? Isn't wooden sticks fun?

The grandson's expression collapsed almost instantly, his movements were as skillful as if he had practiced them, and he rolled on the ground with a plop, turning into a wheel...

I want it! I want it! Grandpa, you are biased!

Grandpa doesn't love me!

I want a yo-yo!

What's the matter!

Damn unscrupulous toy dealers, each of them should be dragged to target shooting!

Old Joe finally chose to give in.

It wasn't his grandson's beating and rolling that made him feel bad, but his wife said something.

If you don't coax him well, you can wash his clothes!

Looking at his grandson's dirty clothes rolled on the ground, Old Qiao couldn't help sighing.

Can this be washed?

Coaxing his grandson doesn't mean he has to spend money to buy toys from black-hearted companies.

The price of 250 yuan, whoever buys it is stupid!

Old Qiao wouldn't buy it, so he decided to come back out of the rivers and lakes, and use his exquisite manual skills to make a yo-yo for his grandson that is exactly the same as the photon elf!

This thing is not difficult!

Except for the tricky bearing components, other parts are simply a matter of hand.

Lao Qiao completed the plastic parts in three days, then spent four days pondering the bearing design, and finally completed all the imitation work of the Photon Elf in a total of one week.

After the completion, before Old Qiao gave the photon spirit to his grandson, a lawyer's letter was delivered to his home.

In the letter, the red seal of the legal department of Jiangchuan Pengda Film and Television Culture Co., Ltd. is extremely eye-catching.

Old Joe: ...

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