Teacher He of the Siheyuan

"Wait, this radio is nice, I want it"

There was a sudden sound, and at the same time a big hand pressed towards the radio packed by the salesman, as if to declare that it was the owner's property.

He Daqing turned around and looked at the person who dared to snatch his radio. He was a thin middle-aged man with shabby clothes and some smell on his body. He could beg directly with a bowl.

But what was on this person's face was not a frown, but a look of cynical old gods, and the whole person was very unsuitable.

The salesperson seemed to know this unexpected visitor, "I said why are you here again, can you afford this radio for 120 yuan?"

"A dog's eyes look down on people, isn't it? If it weren't for this radio, if you want to see me, I will not take care of you." The middle-aged man took out a handful of receipts and said in a disdainful tone.

Most of the counters were scattered one cents, two cents, mixed with large sums of one or two yuan.

He Daqing was a little surprised by this person's appearance, so that he was stunned for a few seconds. This person looked too much like Yan Bugui's younger brother, and he was almost a brother.

But the difference in temperament and eyesight between the two is too great, besides, if this is really Yan Pugui, even with his two courage, he wouldn't dare to break the ground.

Thinking of this, He Daqing made a bold guess.

The salesperson did not expect that this person who looked like a beggar, who had been frightened by the price several times after coming here, actually actually took out the money this time.

Just prepare to start counting the money with a skeptical mentality.

He Daqing crossed his arms and said, "My friend, although you have the same taste in picking radios as I do, your character is really inferior. Be careful that you will be imprisoned in the future."

"Hey, how do you talk?"

The middle-aged people are not happy anymore, "First come, first served, I have been interested in this thing for a long time, but it's just that I didn't have enough money a few times ago, but I have enough money for this one, man, I'm going to order it"

"Let's say you've been here before, and let's say you've really taken a fancy to this radio before."

He Daqing was not in a hurry to refute this person, but nodded lightly in agreement with the middle-aged man's first come, first served.

The middle-aged man smiled complacently, "For you to be sensible, I never missed the treasure I was looking for when I was broken."

Broken Hou turned around and reminded, "Comrade, I have given you the money and receipts. Give me this radio."

"and many more"

He Daqing took action to stop the self-righteous rags, "I haven't finished talking, what are you in a hurry for?"

After being broken, he was not happy again, "I said, can you be more straightforward about what you mean? Is it because I am easy to bully?"

"hehe"

"I am a reasonable person." He Daqing ignored the nonsense of the tattered house, and continued to say, "The tattered house just now you said the principle of first come, first served, do you know that there is a supreme principle of trading?"

"Oh, let's listen to the principle"

He Daqing smiled slightly and said, "That's voluntary buying and selling. It's your right to buy this radio if you like it, but it's not certain whether the salesman is willing to sell it to you."

Poor Hou said dismissively, "Nonsense, is there still a deal in the world that you don't want to do?"

He Daqing took out a handful of receipts, placed them on the counter and said, "That's not necessarily the case."

He Daqing's money is collected by Dahei, and only twelve is enough to buy a radio.

Without even thinking about it, the salesman took He Daqing's money and the radio ticket, and said a lesson, "Did you hear what this gentleman said, the sale is voluntary, and I really won't sell you this radio."

The salesperson has long been disgusted with the rags who always call themselves grandpa, and the one in tattered clothes is putting on a stinky air, which is really like a pig's nose with green onions.

In contrast, He Daqing is not only polite and reasonable, but also cleanly dressed and tall and straight, which makes people feel good. What's more, she doesn't want to count piles of change, so it's clear at a glance whose business she is doing.

Not only was the radio robbed when it was broken, but he was also given a lesson. He was a little out of breath, "You guys are colluding and black-hearted capitalists, I want to sue you"

The salesperson sneered, pointed at the office at the end of the corridor with a fearless finger, and said with a bit of arrogance, "Go, our director's office is there, you are welcome to complain, you'd better say something bad about me, or I will look down on you." you"

"You wait"

This is so pissed off to the poor, as soon as the donkey's temper comes up, he will rush into the office and make a big fuss to vent his anger.

There was no trace of nervousness on the salesperson's face, and he joked leisurely, "Go, go, chat with my uncle and see if I can ask for a glass of water."

"This……"

This is completely speechless for the rags, the director of the office is someone's uncle, you go to sue, isn't this lighting the lamp in the toilet to seek death?

Broken Hou froze on the spot and muttered to himself, "The world is as black as crows"

He Daqing came out to smooth things over, "Okay, stop moaning about nothing when it's broken."

"Today's incident can be said to be completely self-inflicted. Originally, I bought a radio and you were very intrusive. What's more wrong is that your attitude towards other lesbians is too bad. Now it is an equal society and there is no class, what the hell Grandpa's feudal dross"

He Daqing didn't expect to meet such a No. [-] person as Poor Hou, he was a little surprised at first, and then he couldn't help teasing the old boy, so he repeatedly set him up.

Annoyed at the tatters, he turned around and left,

He Daqing stopped him, "I'll buy some wine if I don't want the money."

Broken Hou originally thought he could take the radio home today, and came to the department store in a good mood, but the ruthless reality gave him a hard blow, but he couldn't fight back.

When I came to a teahouse downstairs, I asked for a pot of tea and drank it.

He just sat down when he was broken, and someone sat opposite him and said loudly, "Boss, a pot of tea!"

He Daqing looked at the portable radio in the broken room, slapped the teacup on the table, and said angrily, "Are you here to see my joke?"

He Daqing put the radio on and said with a smile, "I'm not that boring, and I'm not that stingy. I just come to drink a bowl of tea when I'm thirsty. It's not like this teahouse is yours and you don't sell me tea."

Looking at this shabby house that looked like Yan Pugui, He Daqing wondered if Han Chunming and Cheng Jianjun still existed in this world, and it would be lively after that.

And isn't this shabby time only interested in antiques? How did you start researching electronic products?

Broken Hou calmed down his anger and said, "The sky is big and the earth is big, the boss opens the door to do business. I can't delay the boss's earning money. You can sit if you like."

He Daqing clasped his fists together, "Great, my surname is Cao Dan, and my name is a county character. This meeting is a fate, and today I invited this pot of tea."

Broken Hou's eyes narrowed, "Nothing to show courteousness, what's your plan, Cao, who is either a traitor or a thief?"

He Daqing smiled, and pretended to be profound and said, "Hey, I heard before that there was a strange man who was proficient in literature and entertainment in the boundary of Sijiu City, who made a living by picking up junk and called himself a junkie."

"I have a post box with a great background, I don't know if you have the eyesight to see something"