Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

Although Wang Muzhi had noticed Su Zhuang following him, he didn't pay too much attention.

This kind of person is like a dog-skin plaster. It is easy to put it on, but it is too difficult to tear it off. Wang Muzhi does not want to pay attention to him.

After wandering around for a few times, Feng Gang was ready to pick out something good for his future father-in-law, so he went around by himself, leaving Wang Muzhi to accompany Zhen Ying.

Zhen Ying did not feel bored at all when Wang Muzhi explained various antiques to her. Instead, she was full of curiosity about Wang Muzhi.

"Muzhi, you said you were from a rural area before, but it doesn't look like you are doing it right?"

Zhen Ying finally couldn't help but ask.

Can people from rural areas explain these antiques clearly?

"I'm not lying to you. I'm just a villager, but I'm quite sentimental about this kind of thing. I just learned it on my own."

"Then you are really a genius."

"You can't even speak of a genius, not to mention that the field of antique appraisal is very deep. I only know a little bit about it. An excellent antique appraisal master needs to have a lot of knowledge. I am just a primary school student."

As they talked, the two stopped in front of a counter, and Zhen Ying's eyes fell on a string of beads.

"Comrade, let me take a look at this."

"okay!"

The stall owner, wearing white gloves, took out the items and introduced them with a smile.

"Lesbians have really good eyesight. This string of pillars has a lot of history. You should take a look first before talking about it."

"You like this thing?"

"I don't like it very much, but there is an elder in my family who likes it. I plan to buy it for him."

Zhen Ying shook her head and handed the beads to Wang Muzhi.

Wang Muzhi took it and glanced at it casually.

"These are probably not Buddhist beads, but flowing beads used in Taoist practice."

"Brother is really a master. It seems he is definitely an expert."

The stall owner couldn't help but give Wang Muzhi a thumbs up.

"Yes, this is Liuzhu. It is made of old red sandalwood. It is from the middle Qing Dynasty. I am not lying."

Wang Muzhi nodded.

This string of beads has a simple and elegant texture when held in the hand, and the patina is thick, each one is black and shiny, and the fragrance is fragrant. Although there is a thick layer of oil on the surface, it does not feel greasy at all. It can be called a good thing.

"Yes, this is a good thing and can be taken."

Zhen Ying saw the string of beads right at first glance, so she naturally wouldn't let it go after hearing Wang Muzhi's nod of affirmation.

"Comrade, please make a price."

The stall owner smiled broadly, squatted for a few seconds, and then stretched out his thumb and index finger to sign.

"Eight thousand, my price is absolutely fair."

For Zhen Ying, 8000 yuan was nothing, but just as she was about to pay, a voice came from beside her.

"Wait a minute, I'll give you ten thousand!"

"Su Zhuang, are you sick?" Wang Muzhi frowned.

"You are the only one who is sick, why don't I also like this thing?"

"But we have already agreed on the price."

"It's a joke, you haven't got it yet, so of course I can bid. Do you understand this is the rule?"

Su Zhuangpi knocked on the table with a smile and looked at the stall owner: "Comrade, do you think this is the truth? The one with the highest price gets it, is that okay?"

"No problem at all."

When the stall owner saw that there was money to be made, he naturally agreed.

Taking advantage of the situation, he pushed the bead in front of Su Zhuang and looked at Wang Muzhi with a grin: "Little brother, you also know the rules. This comrade is right, and there is no reason for me not to make money even if I have it, right?"

"Okay, okay, what nonsense are you talking to him about? Do you think they are rich?"

"Who said no?"

Wang Muzhi pulled Jianzhu in front of him and spoke.

"Twelve thousand, I want something."

"Tch, you dare to show off in front of me even those three melons and two dates in your pocket?"

Su Zhuang slowly stretched out two fingers: "Twenty thousand, do you want to add more? If not, I will take it away."

"This thing has no fate with you, I'll pay twenty-five thousand."

"Thirty thousand, I'll just play with you."

Su Zhuang looked relaxed, while Zhen Ying quietly pulled off Wang Muzhi's clothes and shook her head slightly.

But Wang Muzhi seemed not to notice, staring at Su Zhuang with burning eyes, and said without hesitation.

"Forty thousand! I want to order this!"

This was the 80s, an era when urban residents' income was about 50 yuan per month.

4 yuan is enough for their family to live happily for a lifetime!

Such a high-profile competition immediately attracted a lot of melon-eating people. When people saw that Wang Muzhi wanted to spend [-] yuan to buy a bracelet, they couldn't help but uproar.

"This guy is crazy."

"Even if the beads are made of old red sandalwood, they don't cost [-] yuan!"

"This is too rich."

"Muzhi, why don't you forget it, it's not worth it."

Although Zhen Ying has money, she has no habit of wasting it.

"Hey, you're not in a hurry, are you?"

Seeing the fire in Wang Muzhi's eyes, Su Zhuang felt as happy as eating popsicles in the dog days of summer.

"You don't need to remind me. Do you want to add more or not? If not, I will take action."

"Hillbilly, do you have the money? Don't just talk about it, right?"

"You don't have to worry about it."

Wang Muzhi took out the 4 yuan he brought from the office and piled it on the counter. His expression became extremely calm after completing the transaction.

But this calmness fell in Su Zhuang's eyes, making him think that this was just Wang Muzhi pretending to be calm. In order to relieve himself, Su Zhuang sarcastically said.

"Ah hahaha, Wang Muzhi, you are really rich, but I was just toying with you, spending 4 yuan to buy such a thing, you are such a fool, hahaha..."

People around him also had different expressions.

Most people looked disdainful.

Where did this prodigal son come from?

Fortunately it's not his own son.

"Muzhi, are you too impulsive? This is the working capital of your store. Without this money, how can you still do business?"

Zhen Ying's eyes were also a little disappointed.

The original appreciation for Wang Muzhi disappeared immediately.

In her opinion, Wang Muzhi's move was nothing more than a desperate attempt to save face and suffer the consequences.

A person who is easily impulsive and irrational is not worth keeping company with.

Just when she was about to persuade Wang Muzhi to return the things and recover some losses, Wang Muzhi said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I never do business at a loss."

"Hmph, the dead duck has a hard mouth."

"Su Zhuang, you don't really think you are the only smart person in the world, do you?"

Wang Muzhi played with the string of beads and decided to make another stab.

"Forget it, I'll let you learn a lot."

Wang Muzhi and the stall owner brought a knife, leaned on the table and started to work on a certain bead.

This operation made everyone gather around curiously.

Su Zhuang also had a bad feeling in his heart.

But he still didn't believe anything would happen.

"Huh, I also know what I think I can gain."

Soon, Wang Muzhi skillfully scraped off the surface of a bead.

Immediately, a fragrance went straight into everyone's eyes, refreshing the heart and mind.

"smell good."

"Doesn't this smell like red sandalwood?"

"Yes, this should be the smell of agarwood. Could it be that this bracelet is not made of red sandalwood, but agarwood!"

The stall owner picked up the magnifying glass and looked at it carefully several times, then patted his thigh regretfully.

"That's right, it's agarwood, it's old agarwood!"