He's Actually A Sexy Girl? I Erected!

Cyndi Tsui continued to play the role of a reverse beacon.

Tang Feng would not look at anything she liked.

This made her very angry, and she felt like this guy was deliberately going against her.

And Tang Feng also gradually figured out Xu Cyndi's preferences. This woman liked things that were shiny and beautiful.

As everyone knows, this kind of thing is often a fake at first glance.

It is precisely the "rags" that she despises that are the real good things.

Of course, this is not quite accurate, because there are many fakes with relatively high distressing techniques, which tests your eyesight.

"Ding! The scan found the wolf hair brush used by Emperor Qianlong... estimated at 30 million!"

When the two were wandering aimlessly, the system suddenly prompted automatically.

Tang Feng's steps were stagnant and his breathing was a little short.

A writing brush worth 30 million?

Do you want to be so exaggerated?

He followed the system's guidance and saw an old man with gray hair squatting in front of a stall next to him.

The old man was holding a writing brush in his hand and looking at it carefully.

The appearance of this writing brush looks unremarkable, even a bit rough, with almost no carvings or decorations.

Anyone who looks at it will not associate this ordinary brush with the flamboyant old man Shiquan.

But for such an "ordinary" writing brush, the system actually gave an estimate of 30 million.

It was an eye-opener.

"What's wrong?" Xu Xinling had already walked a little way and found that Tang Feng had stopped, so she had to go back.

Tang Feng leaned close to her ear and pointed at the brush in the old man's hand, "What do you think of that brush?"

Xu Xinling looked in the direction he pointed, then curled her lips and shook her head, "It's just so so, you can buy it for a few dollars in a stationery store."

"Okay, with your words, I feel relieved." Tang Feng walked towards the stall as if he had received guidance from a god.

Xu Xinling suddenly became dumbfounded.

Is this guy teasing her on purpose?

Why did he feel relieved with her words?

Isn’t that too bullying?

Tang Feng calmly walked to the stall and squatted down, looking at other objects casually, but his eyes never left the writing brush.

He clearly saw the surprised expression on the old man's face.

Obviously, the old man also saw some clues.

This made him feel a thump in his heart. It seemed that it would not be so easy to get what he wanted this time.

Sure enough, the old man raised his head and asked the stall owner, "Boss, what's the price of this brush?"

The stall owner was in his forties, with a slicked back hair and a bunch of Bodhi seeds in his hand.

When the old man asked the price, the stall owner didn't say anything and just held out five fingers.

"Five thousand?" the old man asked tentatively.

"Five thousand? Haha, are you kidding me? Judging from the craftsmanship of this pen, it is an old item from the Qing Dynasty. You want to take it away just for 5,000 yuan? Are you kidding me?"

The stall owner was very arrogant and did not hide his disdain for the ignorant customers.

If it were an angry customer, he would probably drop his things and leave.

But the old man was very calm and said with a smile: "Isn't fifty thousand a bit expensive? Twenty thousand."

There were many people around the stall, and they were a little surprised to hear that the old man was actually willing to pay 20,000 yuan for such a mediocre writing brush.

Obviously, from their perspective, they really can't see anything extraordinary about this brush.

"Fifty thousand, not even a penny less." The stall owner's attitude was very firm and there was no room for negotiation.

But the old man was unhurried and said, "I really like this pen. Let me add another five thousand, twenty-five thousand. If you agree, I will pay immediately."

The stall owner hesitated for a moment and said, "I think you sincerely want it, so you can give me forty-five thousand, no more."

"Boss, let's just make friends. I only have 30,000 yuan with me, can I give it all to you?"

"No, at least 40,000 yuan. My purchase price is more than 40,000 yuan."

"Then we each take a step back, thirty-five thousand..."

"That won't work, I'll suffer a big loss..."

After some arguing, the two finally reached a stalemate between 30,000 and 40,000, with neither one willing to give in anymore.

Seeing that the boss refused to let go, the old man put down the brush and said, "Since you don't want to give in, forget it. I'll go look elsewhere."

After saying that, he stood up and wanted to leave.

Tang Feng knew that the two of them had reached the final step of their psychological war. It was up to them to compromise first.

When the old man took a step forward, the stall owner was ready to compromise, "Wait a minute..."

A smile of success appeared on the old man's face. In the end, he won this psychological battle.

However, just when he thought that the writing brush was within easy reach, Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.

Tang Feng seized this opportunity and suddenly picked up the brush, "I want 40,000."

The stall owner was about to persuade the old man to stay, but when he heard Tang Feng's words, he immediately swallowed the rest of the sentence, "What did you say? Forty thousand, you want it?"

Tang Feng nodded, "Yes, I want it."

The boss was immediately overjoyed. He had been prepared to compromise and sell it for 35,000, but he didn't expect that he would be cut off.

This actually made him an extra five thousand yuan.

"Okay, okay, this friend is someone who does big things at first glance. He won't bother with the three thousand and five thousand. I like an open-minded person like you." While the boss praised Tang Feng, he also didn't forget to disparage the old man. One sentence.

The old man had already turned back, looking a little anxious, "Why are you like this? I was the first one to see this brush." ​​As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to snatch it. Tang Feng avoided his hand, "Aren't you not going to buy it? If you don't want to buy it, why don't you let me buy it?" The stall owner also added fuel to the fire, "That's right, didn't you just say it was too expensive? People have already offered 40,000, so of course the highest bidder wins." The old man was already anxious and hurriedly quoted, "I'll pay 50,000, pay immediately." As he said that, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and was about to transfer the money to the stall owner. When the stall owner heard that he offered 50,000, he was overjoyed and immediately gave him the account number. At this time, Tang Feng next to him spoke again, "One hundred thousand!"