Siheyuan: There are seven fairies in my house, I am so busy

It was such a coincidence that he had just walked two steps on the street when these two men saw him from a distance and hurried over. After a quarrel, they decided the price for him.

Also, while these two people were arguing, there were quite a few people watching around. They seemed to be interested in the flower, but they stayed far away and did not come over, nor did they participate in the competition between the two people.

Zhang Jialiang felt that things were definitely not that simple. It seemed that these two people were covering for each other and deliberately set up a trap to trap him.

"Excuse me buddy, I just arrived at the market and I want to look around."

After hearing Zhang Jialiang's answer, the man became a little anxious.

"No, my friend, if the price is not suitable, let's negotiate it again, don't just refuse it like that.

How about I give you a raise, at most 200 yuan, which is not low, 8200 yuan is enough for two years' salary for most people."

Zhang Jialiang was unmoved. He now understood that the price he had originally estimated was obviously too low. He believed that the price offered by this person was probably a bargain.

I just came to the market, and it would never be such a coincidence that I could just meet two people and sell it at the highest price.

Zhang Jialiang continued to refuse:

"I know your offer. I'll take it back. Sorry."

Zhang Jialiang took the flowerpot and wanted to leave, but the man refused to give up and continued to pester him.

"Friend, don't worry. You are here to sell flowers anyway. It doesn't matter who you sell them to, as long as the price is right.

The price I offer is already the highest in this market. Please give me some face. From your accent, I don’t think you are a local, right?”

Zhang Jialiang heard a threat in the man's tone, but he was not afraid. He would not give in to anyone in a fight.

"Does it matter to you where I am from?"

Zhang Jialiang looked at the man coldly, then quickly left and continued walking into the market.

When this man saw that his goal had not been achieved and Zhang Jialiang was not threatened, he stopped, but his eyes were full of ferocity as he looked at Zhang Jialiang's back.

After leaving that person, Zhang Jialiang was quickly surrounded by people along the way. When the people around saw that Zhang Jialiang and the two men did not succeed in the transaction, they surrounded him and started to negotiate with Zhang Jialiang.

"Comrade, I'll give you 8500 yuan for this flower pot. Do you want to sell it?"

"I'll pay 9000 yuan. This flower is actually a very common variety, the color is a bit light, and the flowers are not big. 9000 yuan is not a small amount."

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As expected, the money offered by the two people just now was definitely a bargain. They just wanted to buy the flowers in this way and then trade them. They could earn at least 1000 yuan per transaction.

Otherwise, after the two men left, people would not have gathered around and the price would not have immediately risen to 9500 yuan.

"I'll offer 1, which is almost the highest price. If you don't believe me, just ask around in the market."

Finally, a man who looked to be about 50 years old offered a price of 1 yuan. He was wearing a Zhongshan suit and his hair was neatly groomed. Judging from his dress and demeanor, he looked like an official.

After hearing this price, the people around stopped bidding. It seemed that this price was about right.

Zhang Jialiang thought about it, and finally quoted a price to the man in the Zhongshan suit:

"10,500. If you add another 500 yuan, the flower will be yours."

This person also knows that the price is about the same, but he still needs to bargain.

"I can give you an extra 200 yuan at most. If you've made a lot of money, you don't care about these few hundred yuan. Just give me something like this. How about we just make friends?"

Zhang Jialiang decided to quit while he was ahead and sold a pot of flowers for 10,200 yuan, which is really crazy.

This year is 84. How come these people don’t treat money as money?

Thinking about living in Beijing for so many years, one or two hundred yuan is considered a lot of money for ordinary people. Unexpectedly, when I arrived in Changchun and went to the flower market, money was no longer money.

"Okay, it's settled. For 10,200 yuan, the flowers are yours. Let's exchange the money for the flowers!"

The man in the Zhongshan suit did not hesitate either.

"Okay, let's find a deserted place to trade. It's not convenient here with so much money and so many people around."

Finally, the two men left the market and came to a secluded place. The man in the Zhongshan suit took out 10 bundles of money from his bag. Each bundle contained 1000 yuan, all 10 yuan each, and there were 100 bills in a bundle. He also counted out 200 yuan separately and handed them all to Zhang Jialiang.

The money must be counted on the spot. Zhang Jialiang counted all 10 bundles of money carefully. After confirming that everything was correct, the two men completed the transaction and left.

Zhang Jialiang put the money in his backpack. In fact, it was just a cover. He had already transferred the money to the storage space. He was unfamiliar with Changchun and there were many people here. It was not safe to keep the money in the backpack.

To be honest, Zhang Jialiang is still a little dazed. He sold a pot of flowers for more than 1 yuan in an instant, and in this day and age, it's too dreamy!

These 1 yuan can buy a courtyard house in Beijing, and a courtyard house may be worth tens of millions in a few decades. This is too crazy!

It’s not that Zhang Jialiang is a country bumpkin who has never seen much money, but that Clivia is too popular now and people’s passion is too extreme.

It has only been a month since the Clivia market exploded. It is estimated that it will be even more popular next year. I just don’t know how many people will suffer heavy losses if the market suddenly cools down.

Just as Zhang Jialiang was daydreaming, suddenly someone came up and blocked his way.

"Brother, excuse me, I have something to consult you about."

Zhang Jialiang's train of thought was suddenly interrupted. A person suddenly appeared in front of him and he became alert.

"I don't seem to know you. What do you want from me?"

The man in front of me looked to be around 30 years old, dressed in ordinary clothes, but he had a kind face and didn't look like a bad person.

"Don't worry, bro, I mean no harm.

I'm just asking you, do you have any better varieties of Clivia?

It’s best to choose a rare variety.”

After hearing this, Zhang Jialiang became even more wary.

"You followed me here?

No, I have no other flowers in my hand."

I don’t know how this person saw it, but seeing that Zhang Jialiang refused so decisively, he felt that Zhang Jialiang must have a better quality Clivia in his hands.

"Brother, I really came here with sincerity.

I didn't buy the flowers. Clivia is so expensive now and I can't afford it.

I know a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong. He heard that the market for Clivia is booming right now. He is also very interested and wants to buy a few pots of good Clivia.

He is a wealthy man from Hong Kong, so he won’t consider ordinary breeds. He must choose a rare breed.”