I Can See The Success Rate

Chapter 268 The Appearance of the Bamboo Pole Man

【Please order all! Ask for automatic! Ask for a ticket! Hey! Hey! Hey! 】

Brief silence.

Bai Wu's voice sounded again.

He took a deep breath and sighed 'you~you'.

"Hey~~~~~ Brother Wang, you are really my nobleman-!"

Bai Wu said, gave Fatty Wang a 'thankful' look, and then said, "I have lived for 20 years. Before, I always thought that making money was a very hard and tiring job, but the truth is the same. For the sake of money, for the sake of life, we are exhausted!"

"However!!!! Ever since I met you, Mr. Wang, I suddenly realized that making money is really easy. You see, just like today, you can make money casually in less than an hour. More than ten million, alas..."

Everyone around, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.

After saying goodbye to Fatty Wang, Bai Wu started to stroll around the free market from booth to booth.

Every time he went to a booth, Bai Wu would spend a few seconds and use his superpowers to judge whether there was anything worth picking up in this booth.

It didn't take long for Bai Wu to encounter the first leak worth picking up.

This is an inkstone.

Handed down from the mid-Ming Dynasty.

The value is around 800,000 to 900,000.

It took ten seconds to determine the value of this inkstone. Bai Wu suddenly asked, "Boss, how do you sell this inkstone?"

The boss gave Bai Wu a deep look, but did not answer immediately.

After all, Bai Wu is a big name in this market.

The success rate of picking up leaks is 100%.

The total value of the leaks found is well in the tens of millions.

As soon as he heard Bai Wu asking for the price, the boss suddenly had a guess in his heart.

Seventy to eighty percent of the inkstone in my booth is a good thing.

After thinking thoughtfully for a few seconds, the boss directly increased the price by a hundred times.

"One hundred thousand!" The boss said with an expression of refusal to bargain.

That's right!

After the original price was increased by a hundred times, it was 100,000.

That is to say, the original price of this inkstone, the owner, was only 1,000.

Just because Bai Wu missed the title of the little prince, the boss dared to raise the price of something that was originally 1,000 to 100,000.

It can be seen from this that Bai Wu's reputation in the Hangzhou Free Trade Market is very loud.

Bai Wu took a deep look at the boss, and immediately saw through the boss's plans. He frowned slightly and asked, "How much? One hundred thousand?"

"That's right!" The boss nodded.

"Can't change it?" Bai Wu asked with a frown.

"One price! No second price!" The boss had a firm face.

"That's it!"

Bai Wu's frowning brows suddenly loosened, with a bright smile on his face, he nodded and said, "One hundred thousand is one hundred thousand, I bought it, and I will transfer it now!"

"You and I……"

Before the boss could speak, Bai Wu had already transferred the account and said with a smile, "Boss, I have already called you the money!"

The boss: "..."

It's already now, how can the boss not see that the value of his inkstone is definitely more than 100,000.

but.

Where did he put the words just now, one price, no second price, and Bai Wu even transferred the money.

"Ugh……"

I sighed silently in my heart: "Forget it, at least it's better than Old Wang. Anyway, I sold this thing for 100,000 yuan. Besides, when I collected this thing from the countryside, it seemed that it only cost me one hundred thousand. How much is a hundred?"

shook his head.

With a bitter face, the boss packed the inkstone, put it in a bag, and handed it to Bai Wu.

"Brother Bai Wu, this inkstone is yours!" The boss handed the bag to Bai Wu reluctantly.

Bai Wu grinned, smiled, and took the bag.

"By the way, little brother Bai Wu, how much do you think this inkstone of mine is worth?" the boss couldn't help asking.

"This inkstone of mine~!"

Bai Wu emphasized the word 'I' and then said, "I think it can be sold for eight or nine hundred thousand!"

"Eight or nine hundred thousand..." The boss took two steps back, his face full of heartache.

After a long time, the boss barely regained his senses, and said quietly: "Fortunately, I sold at least 100,000, which is much better than that guy from Old Wang!"

On the other side, outside the free market.

"Ah!"

Fatty Wang suddenly sneezed.

...

After leaving this stall, Bai Wu moved on to the next stall.

After some judgment, an antique was also found in this booth.

The actual value is about 500,000 to 600,000 yuan.

The owner of this stall is much more conscientious than the owner of the previous stall.

Only a hundredfold increase.

The original price is three hundred.

Thirty thousand now.

Then, under the grief-stricken gaze of the boss, Bai Wu left contentedly.