Siheyuan: The night demon comes, don't sleep too dead at night

"The bowl in Bingye's hand is real, your people can fulfill their bet."

Ran Qiuye reminded loudly.

All eyes were on the teaching assistant.

The teaching assistant is timid.

Reluctant to take the money out.

"You have to count what you say, don't embarrass us."

The old professor said seriously.

The teaching assistant felt even more aggrieved, and took out 20 yuan from his pocket.

Reluctantly handed it to Zhang Bingye.

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"Out 20 yuan, in 20 yuan, not a penny spent."

"Excellent."

Zhang Bingye accepted the money with a smile.

Put it in your pocket.

Hearing this, the teaching assistant wanted to vomit blood even more.

He co-authored 20 yuan to buy hairpins and bowls for Zhang Bingye.

"Professor, what is the price of this yellow-glazed dragon bowl?"

A student asked.

"The yellow-glazed dragon bowl has a high collection value."

"Put it on the market, and it will cost about 1000 yuan."

said the old professor.

"1000 yuan, I can't hear it wrong."

"This kid has developed all of a sudden."

"That's not true, it's really shit luck."

"Why can't I come across such a good thing."

The onlookers envied and said eagerly.

"Young man, I will not sell this bowl."

"Give me the bowl, and I'll refund your money."

With 20 yuan in his hand, the boss came over and shouted loudly.

The eyes are all red.

"It's a joke, don't care about it when you go out, who said it?"

"Do you want me to tell you now, which one doesn't matter?"

Zhang Bingye sneered.

"Three cares are for customers. We do business, and there is no rule of three cares."

"You bought my 20 yuan bowl for 1000 yuan, how could it be such a good thing."

said the boss arrogantly.

"You are really shameless. I asked you to refund the money just now, but you didn't agree."

"Now that you know this bowl is worth money, you actually want to ask for it back."

Ran Qiuye said angrily.

"This is the way of doing business. This bowl belongs to me. If I don't sell it, I won't sell it."

"Hurry up and return my bowl."

The boss reached out to ask for it.

"This is wrong, you have already sold the bowl, and now this bowl belongs to this little brother."

The old professor said seriously.

"Old man, I don't care what university professor you are."

"This bowl is mine, and it won't work for anyone."

The boss said fiercely.

"That's how Panjiayuan does business. Would you like me to talk to your manager?"

The old professor frowned.

A few young students also looked at the boss angrily.

163: Eight hundred and eight changed hands to sell porcelain, the boss sent someone to make trouble

"Old man, this matter has nothing to do with you, and it's no good for you to intervene."

The boss said with a guilty conscience.

"I just can't stand it."

"If everyone did what you did, Panjiayuan's brand would have been destroyed long ago."

said the old professor.

"Old Wang, you didn't do business like this."

"You smashed the archway of our Panjiayuan, who would dare to come here to buy antiques in the future."

"The rules can't be broken, if you dare to break the rules, there is no place for you on this street."

Several shop owners nearby spoke one after another.

There is a bit of gloating in my heart.

The customers who came to buy antiques also scolded.

If you really found an antique, you have to return it to the store?

Who would dare to buy antiques?

"Boy, if you don't bring back the bowl for me, I won't have any good fruit for you."

"I'm here, and there are quite a few brothers, so weigh it in your heart."

The boss dared not challenge the old professor.

Can't stand the overwhelming scolding.

He turned his head and threatened Zhang Bingye.

"If you really have the ability, come here, and make an appointment with a place."

Zhang Bingye sneered.

Don't eat this set at all.

I'm so eye-catching, I'm going to do some murder and arson at night.

Who can restrain him.

The boss looked sternly, turned his head and went back to the shop.

"Little brother, if you put this bowl in your hand, you definitely won't need it."

"It's also easy to be missed."

"How about selling it to me?"

The old professor asked sincerely.

"It's not impossible to sell it to you."

"Just follow the price you just said, 1000 yuan."

Zhang Bingye thought about it and agreed.

Zhang Bingye didn't like the previous dynasty for one reason.

More importantly, as he got better and better, he spent more and more money.

There has to be a reason for the money.

Right now is a good opportunity.

"Young man, this bowl is indeed worth 1000 yuan."

"But it doesn't mean that you can sell it for 1000 yuan."

"Do you think that's the truth?"

The old professor is persuasive and persuasive.

Those who don't know how to do this can't understand it.

For antiques, the buying and selling prices fluctuate greatly.

It is normal for a bowl worth 1000 yuan to fail to find a suitable seller and fail to sell at a high price.

"If you can't give 1000 yuan, then you can quote a price."

"If it's appropriate, I can agree."

Zhang Bingye relaxed a little.

"Little brother, tell me the truth."

"I brought my students here this time because I want them to go to the antique shop and practice their basic skills."

"If you come across a good item, you can also buy some."

"For this reason, I specifically asked the school to apply for 1000 yuan."

"If all the money is given to you, my students won't have the opportunity to buy antiques for practice."

"Look, can you reduce or exempt some, 800 yuan."

The old professor is good at discussing things.

"The minimum is eight hundred and eight, don't talk about it if it's less."

"One more thing, I lowered 120 yuan, you have to promise me something."

Zhang Bingye thought for a while and said.

"Little brother, tell me, if I can do it, I will definitely do it."

The old professor said hurriedly.

"Let this person disappear before my eyes, as far away as possible' "."

Zhang Bingye pointed at the teaching assistant.

"You, you are retaliating."

The assistant's face flushed red.

"You guessed it, I'm retaliating."

"Stay away from me, save yourself like a fly, buzzing around me non-stop."

Zhang Bingye said without any scruples.

"Little brother, even if you don't tell me about this, I have to let him go back and reflect on it."

The old professor nodded.

Turn your head and talk to the teaching assistant, tell him to go back.