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

As soon as the stall owner finished speaking, Su Zhuang couldn't wait.

"25 million!"

A loud voice sounded in the private room, and just as Feng was about to speak, he was stopped by Wang Muzhi.

"Muzhi, this thing is not expensive at 25 yuan!"

"If you have too much money and no place to spend it, then I won't stop you."

Wang Mu's words left Feng Gang stunned on the spot.

Su Zhuang sneered at this.

"Wang Muzhi, you don't think this sentence can scare me, do you? Are you afraid that I will play tricks on you like I did just now?"

"I'm not that interested. You can buy it if you want, but I advise you to keep an eye on it."

"Comrade, if you don't want to buy it, don't stop others from bidding."

Seeing the stall owner's dark face, Wang Muzhi responded unceremoniously.

"What rule says I can't say these things?"

"you!"

"What am I?" Wang Muzhi looked away with cold eyes: "Did I break the law?"

After saying that, he looked at Su Zhuang with interest and waved his hand, indicating that Su Zhuang was casual.

"Wang Muzhi, what do you mean?"

"I just think these two things are okay, but 20 yuan is too expensive. I can consider 8 yuan."

"Pfft." The stall owner laughed instantly.

"8 yuan? You'd better stay somewhere cool. If you want to pick up the slack here, you've really found the wrong person!"

"You still want to hide your little thoughts from others?"

Su Zhuang's face was full of sarcasm: "Do you think you can scare me with just two words?"

"I tell you Wang Muzhi, I accidentally gave you the string of beads just now. If you want to do the opposite this time, you are too underestimated by me, Suzhuang. It's only 25. I have both of these things." wanted."

"Then it's up to you. Don't regret it when the time comes. These two things may seem real but not real, and may seem fake but not fake. However, 25 yuan is definitely a loss-making transaction."

"Comrade!"

The stall owner gave a cold shout, looked at Wang Muzhi with an unkind look, and said coldly.

"I don't care what grudges you two have, but don't undermine me. These two things are left by my ancestors. If you say they are fakes now, you are insulting my ancestors!"

"Are you sick? Do you understand that thousands of people have thousands of faces? According to your theory, if you say that these two things are gifts from the emperor, then do I have to give you a few more?"

"Boy, this is Yanjing, be careful what you say!"

"Even in the Palace of Hell, I dare to say that this thing may not be true. Are you going to bite me?"

Wang Muzhi was also angered by the stall owner.

who?

Who do you think you are if you don’t allow others to comment?

"If you have the ability, you keep it at home. Since it is ready to be sold, it is a commodity and you must be prepared to let others judge it."

"Good good!"

The stall owner said three good words in a row, got up angrily and prepared to pack things away.

"In this case, I won't sell this thing. It's so unlucky that I encountered such a bad guy like you!"

"No, we don't need to pay attention to him."

Su Zhuang quickly stopped the person.

"I'm telling you, this guy is just trying to get in trouble with me. He wants to keep the price low. You don't need to pay attention to him. I bought it for 25 yuan. You can see from these country bumpkins that they don't have much money and don't need it. A waste of breath.”

"Wait a minute, I want this painting."

What Wang Muzhi never expected was that Feng Gang next to him actually stood up and wanted to sell.

"Feng Gang, what I just said is not clear?"

"It's okay Muzhi, I think this thing is not bad. We can't let Su Zhuang buy it all by himself."

"You don't have to be in such a hurry. You can wander around again later. I'm sure there will be something better than this."

"Mu Zhi, you don't understand. When you see something good, you have to pick up the knife and drop it. Otherwise, after passing this village, there will be no place like this!"

"Feng Gang, I've said it before. This thing is definitely not worth the price. It's up to you whether you listen or not."

As the saying goes.

It's hard to persuade a goddamn ghost.

Even though he had made his words clear, Feng Gang still persisted in his insistence.

Wang Muzhi said no more.

He understands.

Feng Gang wanted to show his strength in front of Zhen Ying.

Just like a male peacock will display its tail in front of a female peacock to court a mate, Feng Gang is doing the same now.

"Forget it, Feng Gang, just listen to Mu Zhi. There's no need to be in such a hurry. It'll be fine if you go out for a while."

"Don't worry, Yingying, I still have this bit of vision."

Feng Gang was unhappy, but his expression remained as usual, he patted his chest and praised Haikou.

He already regretted bringing Wang Muzhi here.

Since having Wang Muzhi, Zhen Ying has become very close to him. Now she actually wants to listen to Wang Muzhi. Where does this put herself?

"Feng Gang, you are too anxious, you should wait a little longer."

They were friends after all, so Wang Mu came forward to dissuade him.

But Feng Gang ignored him at all and started to bargain with the stall owner.

Seeing this, Wang Muzhi shook his head slightly and sighed.

Su Zhuang looked over gloatingly.

After some haggling.

In the end, Wang Muzhi could only watch helplessly as Feng Gang sold the painting for 10 yuan, while Su Zhuang sold the three-legged bottle stove for 10 yuan.

After getting the scroll, Feng Gang came over happily and patted Wang Muzhi on the shoulder.

"Brother, it's not that I don't believe you, but I, Feng Zheng, have been playing with antique calligraphy and painting for three years, and I am absolutely clear about this stuff. But don't worry, this will definitely not affect our brotherhood. I'll treat you to Fengze Garden later. .”

"You...why don't you listen?"

"Wang Muzhi, you don't think that the earth will stop spinning if you are gone, do you? With your little ability, it would be more appropriate to go back to farming as soon as possible. Are you worthy of buying antiques?"

Su Zhuang looked at this three-legged bottle stove with sarcasm on his face.

"Go away." Wang Muzhi was in a bad mood, so naturally he would not give Su Zhuang a good look.

"At least half of Feng Gang's painting is real. I can buy a lot of that thing in your hand for only ten yuan. Do you still have the nerve to smile?"

When the words came out, everyone was shocked.

The stall owner's expression changed even more, but when he looked at the banknotes in his hand, his expression immediately returned to the same as before, but his eyes when he looked at Wang Muzhi were a little gloomy.

Wang Muzhi didn't bother to explain anything, and the three of them separated.

Feng Gang was walking home humming a song when he was suddenly dragged into an alley. Before he could speak, a steel knife was placed directly across his neck.

Murderous aura rushed towards his face, Feng Gang was so frightened that he trembled and felt a little unable to control his prostate.

"Hero, spare your life. If you have something to say, if you have something to say, I will give you whatever you want."

"Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, what is the background of the young man who went to sell antiques with you?"

Seeing that Feng Gang was hesitant, the opponent punched Feng Gang almost to the point of spitting out bile.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I'll tell you right away."

In the blink of an eye, Wang Muzhi's details were completely sold to Feng Gang.

"Turns out he is really a country bumpkin. I thought he was a kid from a rich family."

The masked man sneered and punched Feng Gang again without saying a word.

"Boy, you'd better mind your own business and pretend you don't know that boy. Do you understand?"

"Understand, understand, from now on, I don't know Wang Muzhi at all, and the Feng family will not care about this matter. You can deal with him how you want."