President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

With a big wave of her hand, Yu Shan led Chu Anxun to the flea market.

This place sells all kinds of second-hand furniture and home appliances, which will be much lower than the market price, but the water is also very deep.

Take the refrigerator as an example. When it was sold to you, it was in good condition because he simply repaired it, and there was no problem when it was powered on.

But if you wait a little longer, the circuit board repaired by the store with old capacitors will short circuit, or even burn directly, and the refrigerator will not work.

You go to the store, and they say that you have used it improperly, but they will not admit that it is your problem.

After all, this kind of second-hand items have always been sold regardless, so they can only suffer from being dumb.

Chu Anxun also thought of this, so he grabbed Yu Shan, "Don't buy it here, what if you buy something bad?"

Yu Shan waved her hand, "Who said I would buy it here, just watch!"

Yu Shan went to a nearby supermarket to buy a pack of melon seeds, and squeezed into the crowd playing poker on the side of the road.

These people are workers who are responsible for moving goods in the flea market, and they play cards to pass the time when they have nothing to do.

Yu Shan squeezed in, and first enthusiastically shared melon seeds with everyone, and then began to mix up the topic, chatting about second-hand furniture.

"It's so difficult to do business now. Many stores closed down not long after they opened. Tsk tsk, that's a disaster." A porter said.

Yu Shan nodded furiously, "Isn't it? In the past two days, a studio opened by someone in our community has closed down. Hey, I cried so badly."

"Where is the studio?" The porter immediately stretched out his ears.

Yu Shan pretended to recall, "You asked me suddenly, and I can't remember it. I just remember that the studio is in a pretty good commercial street."

"I see," another porter slapped his thigh. "It's Tingyu Studio, right? It's in Wanda Commercial Street, where we're going to move tables, chairs and benches tomorrow!"

"It seems to be this, oops, it's so old, their family has put a lot of effort into this store." Yu Shan continued.

"Yeah, I saw it last time when I passed by. It's all good furniture. Now all of them have to be sold at a low price. It's a pity."

……

After chatting for a while, Yu Shan got up and left.

Walking up to Chu Anxun, he tugged him, "Let's go, let's go to Wanda Commercial Street, let's cut off the beard!"

When we arrived at Tingyu Studio, it was indeed all high-end furniture.

The owner of the studio slumped on the sofa with a sad face, "Didn't you just say that you will come to collect it, why did you come here earlier?"

"We are not from the flea market. I collect it personally. Of course, I will definitely pay more than the price given by the flea market. I want all the things you have here!"

Right now, the owner of the studio just wants to get rid of these things as soon as possible. Of course, whoever pays the most will give it to him.

What's more, Yu Shan wanted everything?

He readily made a deal with Yu Shan.

In the nearly 18-square-meter studio, all those miscellaneous things were sold for a total of [-], not only furniture, but also home appliances.

These are the best.

When the owner of the studio bought it, he spent a total of 30 yuan!

"Thank you, boss, for taking the pain to give up your love. You will definitely get rich." Yu Shan said.

The owner of the studio smiled wryly, "Get rich? How can I get rich like this? Don't make fun of me."

"It's true." Yu Shan was very sincere, "I saw your certificates and trophies just now. You are a very good painter, but you just chose the wrong direction when you started your business."

"How do you say?" The owner of the studio had a little light in his eyes.