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"One thousand?" Xiao Junxian nodded: "That's fine, I just happen to have cash in my wallet."

The old man selling things at the stall was dumbfounded. He said, "How dare you, boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, say the number of one thousand? Don't think he doesn't know, those rich people don't even spend that much on a meal.

Seeing that the old man didn't react, Xiao Junxian pretended to be enlightened and slapped his forehead: "Did I say too much? Was it one hundred?" As he said that, he reached into his clothes pocket to take out money.

The old man got anxious all of a sudden. He had just thought that it was a good idea to offer a price of one million, and then the guy bargained with him and finally sold it for hundreds of thousands. Who knew that the guy would not play by the rules? Now, he couldn't offer that sky-high price anymore, so he could only say with reluctance:

"Young man, don't make fun of me. How can you buy an item used by the emperor for only a few thousand yuan? Well, since we are so destined to be together, I will tell you the real price. 8 yuan, you can take it all, including the bed sheet that the emperor slept on."

Xiao Junxian complained in his heart, the rags for mopping the floor in my house are all newer, so what do I need that thing for? But he said with some embarrassment on his face: "Forget it, uncle, you can find someone else who is destined to be with you. I don't have that much money recently." Then he was about to leave.

"What?" The old man was puzzled. Who would go out with so much cash? He must have used a credit card. He quickly stopped the man and said, "There is a bank five minutes after you turn left from the market. You can go there and transfer the money directly."

Xiao Junxian pretended to be a little distressed and sighed:

"I'm almost 30 and still haven't found a partner or gotten married. I've been idle all day, so my family got angry and cut off my card. I came here this time hoping to find something to please my elders and have my card unblocked as soon as possible."

The old man didn't know what to say anymore. It turned out that he had been distracted, and the one who got the bargain was not the student piglet, but this well-dressed second-generation rich kid?

He looked at the clothes on the other person and thought, "Wouldn't it be good to sell any of them?" But he swallowed the words back. This kid is stupid, but his family is not stupid. It would be bad if he came back to punish him.

The old man could only wave his hands helplessly: "Forget it, forget it. It's because I, an old man, have a connection with you. Just give me as much as you can."

Xiao Junxian happily took out his wallet from his pocket, opened it, and slapped his forehead in annoyance: "I forgot, I spent 580 on breakfast tea this morning, 400 on gas, and..."

“Stop, stop, stop, stop~” The old man’s head was buzzing. “Just tell me, how much [yuan] do you have left with me now?”

Xiao Junxian took out the three bills and waved them in front of him: "120 yuan."

The gap between one million and 120 yuan was so huge that the old man almost had a heart attack. Thinking about his wife who might run away with Mr. Wang next door, he almost cried.

Xiao Junxian was shocked: "Uncle, if you don't want to sell it, just keep it. Don't cry, or someone who doesn't know would think I'm bullying you. Then I'll go pick up bargains, and you stay here and wait for the right person!"

The old man saw him turning around and trying to leave again, so he gritted his teeth and stopped him again: "Young man, I'm really not doing this for the money. Alas, who told me that I'm just a man of my heart!"

Having said that, perhaps fearing that the other party would go back on his word, he quickly gathered up the things on the ground, wrapped them up with the sheet, and was about to pick them up and stuff them into the man's arms.

Xiao Junxian quickly took two steps back: "Uncle, please don't hurt me. I don't even have money for dry cleaning. I have to wear this suit to attend the birthday party tomorrow. Your dirty big package... forget it, I don't want it. I can't take it."

"Hey, hey, hey~ don't be in a hurry to leave," the old man stuffed the bag of dumplings into the broken wooden box under his butt and handed it over.

Xiao Junxian also took it over reluctantly this time, handed over 120 yuan, and complained: "I didn't expect your wooden box to be so light? The workmanship is too rough? Don't tell me it was also used by the emperor?"

Since the money was already in hand, the old man was too lazy to make up any more lies. He might have been in a good mood because he sold a bunch of junk for 120 yuan, so he patiently explained:

"This box is indeed not this. It originally contained a set of ancient books that I collected when I went to the countryside. Later, the set of books was sold, but the buyer thought the box was too broken and didn't want it. I thought it was light and sturdy, so I kept it for my own use. That's it."

The old man stood up and waved his hand: "Our fate is over, and we will never see each other again." Then he turned around and walked away humming a little tune.

......

As soon as Lin Sheng crossed the street, he saw a tea house decorated in an antique style. He should have turned and walked forward, but he was attracted by the light fragrance wafting from the shop and couldn't help but walked in.

I was thinking, since it’s already past 10 a.m., I should probably eat something, right?

Xiao Junxian was originally thinking about whether he should call his niece to ask where Lin Sheng was, but just as he reached the end, he was attracted by the girl in the teahouse who was happily eating a table of snacks.

He had never seen a girl ordering a table of snacks in a teahouse. Shouldn't women pay attention to their figure and eat less? Hmm~ Is she really different?

Lin Sheng was enjoying his meal when 803 in his mind reminded him, "Host, the top man, the uncle, has arrived, and he is holding the wooden box in his hand."

Lin Sheng paused, turned his head and looked over, just in time to meet the man's gaze. The outfit worth more than a million yuan, paired with the dirty, broken wooden box, was simply...

The old saying is all right. If a man is tall, handsome, rich and still single, there must be something wrong with him, right?

Oh my god, is he a "giver"? Not to mention now, even in a few decades, society will not be very tolerant of this group. Sigh~ It's not easy. He dares not say that he is suffering. It's too pitiful. He can't discriminate against others.

While she was daydreaming, Xiao Junxian had already walked over and sat down opposite her: "Hey~ Why are you suddenly in a daze?"

Lin Sheng quickly responded: "No, little uncle, I just remembered something. What kind of tea would you like to drink? I'll treat you!"

Xiao Junxian felt a little uncomfortable with the little girl's slightly pitying eyes. Why was she feeling sorry for him?