Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

"Mingren don't tell secrets, boss, this Hetian jade of yours is imitated from quartzite, right?"

Su Haitang lowered his voice and revealed the boss's background with a half-smile.

Although her voice was not high, when it fell into the boss's ears, it was like hearing a thunder!

This is an expert.

The boss immediately changed his attitude, sat upright, and smiled kindly.

"The little girl is young and has a lot of experience. I made a mistake. This little thing is rare for you, so I give it to you as a friend."

"You won't be rewarded for no merit, how can you be so embarrassed?" Su Haitang put away the jade tiger and threw it directly into the Lingquan Lake in the space to keep it. He rummaged through the pocket hanging on his waist to pay for it.

"Isn't it tacky?" The boss smiled like Maitreya Buddha and refused to accept any money.

"Young girl, I'm always rare. She looks very strange. I wonder which family she is from?"

The boss couldn't tell Su Haitang's details, so he tried to inquire.

It is absolutely impossible for someone to have such vision at such a young age unless he has been taught by his masters and elders.

But if there really was someone behind him, how could he wear such tattered clothes without fear of embarrassment?

Or is this just a whim, doing private interviews on private servers for fun?

The boss's mind was racing, thinking about how to deal with this junior who was full of contradictions.

Doing business is about making money by being harmonious. In this industry, they are more afraid of losing their jobs, and no one can afford to offend them.

"I'm just going to buy a gadget. I've already paid for it, but you still have to worry about the after-sales guarantee?"

Su Haitang put down the thirty yuan, got up and left.

The boss hesitated for a long time, but when he saw that she continued to wander around like nothing was wrong, he swallowed what he said, put away the hot thirty yuan, lay back on the rocking chair, put on his gold sunglasses, and secretly looked at Su Haitang's whereabouts.

Su Haitang didn't care, and wandered around casually. She actually encountered several exquisite gadgets, some real and some fake. She bought them at an extremely low price, threw them into the spiritual spring water, and kept them, ready to take them back and give them away. people.

"What do you plan to do by being so pushy?"

Xiaoyu spoke lazily, reminding her that there was a target five hundred meters ahead.

Su Haitang strolled leisurely and approached the target.

"It's rare to be in the mood for shopping. Wouldn't it be a lot less fun if you don't bargain?"

She smiled first and took the initiative to explain.

"There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers here. I want to alert others and find someone to lead the way."

Private auctions, as well as certain shady trading occasions, are the most likely places where there are weird gadgets that Xiaoyu is interested in.

As for gambling on stones, it is easy to find out. The legitimate trade in rough stones is reasonable and legal. The starting capital is not high. As long as he has enough vision and can quickly gather funds, Su Haitang has already made up his mind to make money.

"Boss, how do you sell this paperweight?"

Su Haitang squatted in front of the stall, playing with a dark and primitive paperweight on a red velvet cloth, and asked casually.

The boss is a plump, middle-aged fat man with a round, cheerful face.

"My little sister has good eyesight and can spot our most mysterious things at a glance."

Along the way, Su Haitang exposed the old stories of many stall owners. Her reputation as a thorn had long been spread, and the fat boss didn't want to get into trouble with her. He just wanted to get rid of them quickly to avoid ruining his plan to deceive other customers.

"It's not mysterious at all. It's just a relatively rare rough stone paperweight. I can't afford the good stuff, so I just want to find some bargains."

Su Haitang showed the fact that he was poor without hesitation and opened his mouth to bid.

"I'll give you twenty yuan for this paperweight. Please be happy, boss. Can you sell it?"

"Sell!"

The boss didn't hesitate and sent the evil girl away with a broken stone from the bottom of the box, just like the god of plague.