Let You Collect The Waste! Waste! Do You Understand? !

Jiang Chen kept his eyes locked on the old man's watch.

[Item]: Zhihai brand 114 SS2 model military watch.

[Details]: In 1969, the Zhihai Watch Factory was commissioned by the Beijing Military Commission to develop a military watch. The watch...

[Value]: 330,000.

After reading the information on this watch, Jiang Chen squinted his eyes.

He had a rough guess in his mind.

From the conversation between the old man and the owner of the mahjong parlor, it can be concluded that this old man is addicted to gambling and uses all the money he has to play mahjong. He can't even take out five hundred, so he can only ask his daughter for money. There are only two possibilities if the watch stays with you.

Either the watch means a lot to him and money can't be exchanged for it.

Either the old man doesn't know the value of this watch.

Next.

Although Jiang Chen is still busy with his own work.

But his eyes always looked towards the old man.

I saw the old man sitting on the mahjong table, first spreading cigarettes to a few acquaintances, and then starting to touch cards...

Soon.

The old man angrily took out his mobile phone and transferred money to three other card players.

"Made, you're really unlucky. You lost everything in one go!"

After complaining.

The old man looked at his balance and scratched his head anxiously.

Think about it.

He got up and went to the sales cabinet.

"I said, beautiful lady, can you lend me some money? I'll ask my daughter to pay you back later." The old man rubbed his palms and asked humbly.

The old aunt sneered: "I won't borrow it."

The refusal was so straightforward that the old man was at a loss.

Seeing his desolate scene, Jiang Chen asked casually: "Master, are you short of money? I am a scrap collector. Your watch looks pretty good. If it's cheaper, I'll take it and give it to my old man to wear."

The old man glanced at Jiang Chen, then touched the military watch on his neck, "Do you really want it?"

"If it's cheap, I'll take it."

Jiang Chen said ambiguously.

"Haha, I'll give you this watch for 100 yuan, do you want it?" the old man asked.

"Okay, it's quite cheap." Jiang Chen said.

"Boy, you have a beautiful idea!" The old man curled his lips: "I think you are stupid for collecting scraps. Everything looks like scraps! My watch is a good thing!"

Said.

He also thought of a way.

He took off his watch, went straight back to the mahjong table, and drove away the woman who occupied his seat: "Start, start, I'm back, I didn't say no more!"

Sitting back down, the old man shuffled the cards: "Come on, let's play again!"

The onlookers cheered.

"Didn't you just lose all your money? Do you still have money to lose?"

"I won't ask my daughter for money again."

"How much have you lost? Stop fighting and just take a look."

But the old man felt that they were looking down on him, and he became angry and spit out: "Who said I will definitely lose? What will I do if I win? Stop talking nonsense, and hurry up and try again!"

See him like this.

The poker player had no choice but to let him go and start counting cards.

Saw this scene.

The audience couldn't sit still.

——[Old man Cao Nima, what a bastard! 】

——[Anchor, he talks to you in that tone, why don’t you punch him? 】

——[Token bar upstairs, in a society governed by law, do you want to use force to solve problems? Not to mention that the police detained him for ten and a half months, the old man was punched and knocked to the ground, and all the hundreds of thousands that Brother Chen earned today had to be given away. 】

——[Sympathize with his daughter. 】

——[I sympathize more with his son-in-law. 】

The live broadcast room has everything.

But Jiang Chen's attention was all on the old man.

Not surprisingly.

The old man's luck was bad, and he lost again in less than ten minutes.

He scratched his head anxiously.

Reluctantly, he took off his watch, held it in his hand and asked, "This watch of mine should be worth some money. Do you think I can use it to pay off debts?"

The three poker players craned their heads to look.

Seeing that this was a dirty watch with a very outdated style, everyone shook their heads in disgust.

"I thought it was a Rolex. You want to send us away just because a domestically produced watch breaks down?"

"One watch, how do we divide it among the three of us?"

"Are you mistaken, Lao Litou? You can't afford eighty yuan? I think you should sell this broken watch to the young man who collects scraps over there. Maybe you can get some money to pay us back."

Became the target of public criticism.

The old man was also extremely ashamed.

He weighed the watch and said, "This is a gift from my dad's old comrade-in-arms. The quality is very good. You can take a look."

"Let's not talk about Rolex and Vacheron Constantin. At least it must be a domestically produced Seagull. No matter how good the quality of your brand-name watch is, it is of no use to us. We don't care about it."

"Are you going to pay me or not? If you don't, don't even think about playing cards with us in the future!"

"Give it, give it, I will definitely give it!"

The old man was driven to panic.

He left the card table, looked down at Jiang Chen, and asked in a low voice: "Young man, do you still want to accept this watch? If so, please give me the money. I'm in a hurry to use the money."

He glanced at the poker players who were watching eagerly.

Then he looked at the little old man in front of him.

Jiang Chen asked:

"You lose eighty, right?"

The little old man's face turned red, "Can I sell this watch for a hundred?"

"It's only worth eighty."

"Twenty more. My watch is still usable after decades. It's of good quality."

"Have you used it for decades? Then I can only give you fifty."

"Oh shit! Come on, young man! In fact, it's not that old. If you give it eighty, it's eighty. How about that?"

"make a deal."

Jiang Chen looked distressed and took out 80 yuan in cash from his wallet and gave it to him.

ps: When I saw some readers asking why I participated in the live broadcast instead of just making a fortune, I wrote at the beginning of the first chapter: The highest income can win a grand prize of 100 million. What, you get 100 million for live broadcasting for 100 days, 100 million is not money? You usually feel bad if you spend 100 on a meal, but if it costs 100 million, it won’t impress you anymore. Some idiots said they didn’t understand what system the protagonist used. Please go back to the first chapter and read it carefully, [Scrap Valuation System]. You don’t have to use your brain to read, at least you need to use your eyes, right?