Don't panic, I'm good at picking up leaks!

Chapter 344 A Different Guest
The hearts of several people in the room moved, and at this moment three men in black casual clothes also walked in.

Except for the bald head who was the first to enter the door, the remaining two were the foil at first glance.

From their every move and tone of voice, Qin Fei was sure that these people must be from the capital.

As the central core of the entire country, the capital has many more good things than Yucheng, second only to the Guanzhong area.

There is no way, the Guanzhong area is an advantage given by God, the southern genius will be the northern general, and the Guanzhong loess will bury the emperor.

After the emperor died, he was buried there. How can there be fewer antiques?
However, it is not easy for this group of people to get here from the capital.

"Hello, three gentlemen."

Among the people present, of course Xiaowei was the most suitable to speak. He hurriedly stood up and greeted him with a smile.

The bald head also laughed: "Are you Ting Yuzhai's boss?"

"I?"

Xiao Wei was amused. At first he wanted to point at Qin Fei, but he didn't have that meaning when he looked at Qin Fei, so he just said, "Sir, don't get me wrong, I'm not a boss, I'm just a wage earner. .”

"is it?"

The bald head smiled even more: "It doesn't matter, I just ask, are the things we heard in the store true?"

"of course!"

Xiaowei pinched his neck: "Everything in our house is fidelity, but fidelity is fidelity, just because of the price...hehe."

"But I see that all of you are masters who have eaten and seen it, and you certainly don't care about the price."

"Well said!"

The bald head seemed very happy to be coaxed by him: "Don't tell me, I thought the businessmen in Yucheng would not be like their hometown. They are so talkative, and now they look the same."

Xiaowei felt that it was almost time to exchange pleasantries with them, so he asked, "I don't know what the three of you need?"

"It's nothing, let's take a look at the pen first. I heard that we have a good lake pen here?"

"Do you really have any?"

It may be a matter of speaking habits. The words of that person just now sounded a little provocative to Xiaowei.

Xiaowei was a little unhappy.

What is yes, yes yes!

But worry about not having enough money in your pocket!
If it had been placed before, he would have taken out the most expensive one without even thinking about it, and hit them hard.

But after time has passed, he has changed his temper a long time ago. He selected three types of Hu pens with different prices from the container and placed them on the counter.

During the whole process, Sister Qin Feirong and the others were talking, as if they didn't care about this matter, but in fact, their ears were raised high and they refused to let go of a single word.

"That's it?"

After checking the lake pens on the counter, the bald head was not very satisfied, so he shook his head: "Is there anything better? I want to give it as a gift!"

"We came here because of our reputation, please don't let us return empty-handed."

More expensive?

OK!
The three models that Xiaowei just bought are at the level of 50 yuan, [-] yuan, and more than [-] yuan.

Generally speaking, even imperial writing brushes are only at this price. Of course, this refers to the mass products produced by those manufacturing offices. It would be different if they were made by famous ancient masters or custom-made imperial brushes.

In Ting Yuzhai, there are really a few of them hidden.

Xiaowei thought for a while, and took out a big brush from a crystal glass rod.

The so-called brush is made of sheep's hair, but the brush used for this pen is the best sheep millet, that is, the hair on the chin of a goat. It would be nice to get thirty or fifty at most.

Coupled with the loss of post-processing, if you want such a large one, you can't make it without [-] sheep.

The bald head looked quite satisfied, but he didn't understand Mao, mainly because of the pen holder, it looked greedy!

"Dude, this is not bad, the pen holder is made of big glass, it's comfortable to hold!"

"how much is this?"

"what?"

Xiaowei is really upset this time, and you are a little too slow to speak, glass?

This thing is the ancestor of glass!

"Sir, you say it's made of glass?"

Xiaowei asked while pointing at the penholder.

The bald man smiled: "Isn't it made of glass? I don't read much, so don't lie to me!"

Xiaowei: "..."

"This is the best crystal, East China Sea crystal! The top half is still made of Yunliuli!"

"Stop it!"

The bald man waved his hand as if he didn't want to listen to him at all, "Don't talk about anything else, just tell me how much this thing costs."

"230."

Xiaowei asked for 30 yuan more.

It's not that he was angry and raised the price on the spot. Generally speaking, those who do business in this business will definitely inflate it a bit, so as to give customers a chance to bargain.

Of course, the more genuine things are, the less room for bargaining.

Don't look at the bald head and speak badly, but praise and criticism are business.

"230 million!"

The bald head seems to have heard a joke: "Come on, buddy, you can give you a fraction at most, I still buy it according to the year."

"It's more than 200 million for something, you are really scary!"

Xiaowei breathed a sigh of relief, pursed his lips and looked at him: "Sir, you are joking with me, 30 is probably not enough to take away the pen hairs I took out earlier."

"Is this gold?" The bald man sneered, obviously looking for trouble.

I can't stand it anymore!

Just when Xiaowei was about to explode, fortunately Qin Fei got up and said, "Sir, it seems that you are not very knowledgeable."

"Oh?"

The bald man gave him a sideways glance: "Brother, what did you say? Why don't I know how to do it?"

Qin Fei was neither angry nor annoyed, and smiled lightly: "That's right, let's talk about brush hair. Although this is made of sheep's hair, it is made of sheep's millet."

"And you see, isn't there a difference in the color of the brush?"

As Qin Fei said, he scratched the tip of the brush with his hand, and sure enough, the wool color inside was different.

"Isn't it because it's been left on for a long time. Did it change color?" The bald head disagreed.

Qin Fei continued to explain patiently: "No, if the color change is really due to time, it should change from the outside to the inside, but you can see that the color inside is heavier and the color outside is lighter."

"This is because Tan sheep's millet is used inside, and Hu sheep's is used on the outside."

"There are also the top-ranked prairie sheep and rock sheep in the middle interlayer."

"Really?"

The bald head was still a little unbelievable, and Qin Fei was still very patient: "Of course, because the toughness of various wools is different, so for the convenience of writing, there is such an arrangement, and let me tell you, these brush hairs are one by one. Look at the arrangement of the roots, isn’t it very regular?”

In fact, the bald head has already seen that he is very well-behaved, but he can't say it.

It was still the same as before: "Brother, what you said is just one-sidedness, but you should understand it quite well, so just give me a sweet word, how much is this thing worth!"

Tan Fei was delighted: "How much?"

"Yeah, no matter how good it is, it can't be 230 million!" The bald man stared.

(End of this chapter)