I messed up the Siheyuan

Wang Ping pedaled his bicycle for more than ten minutes, grunting and panting, before he found a deserted place and threw 70 kilograms of coarse grains into the space.

Wang Ping, feeling relaxed, did not go out of the city, but went to the wood factory.

He is still thinking about the golden nanmu door!

After arriving at the woodworking factory, he went straight to find the master named Huang.

When he saw him, Master Huang was confused and asked, "Hey, man, is there something wrong with the door I bought yesterday?"

"No! There's no problem with the door." Wang Ping shook his head with a smile.

"So you're here today, huh?"

Wang Ping first handed over a cigarette, and then politely said, "Aren't you the only one I know at the woodworking factory?

I thought I'd ask you first...

Our woodworking factory has defective doors. Can we sell them at a lower price?"

"Defective product?" Master Huang was stunned for a moment, "What do you want that for?"

"To be honest with you!" Wang Ping said with a smile: "Yesterday when I went home, I installed the new door and then took a look at the other doors in the house.

Well, guess what...

Hey!...

The door of our kitchen is almost rotten.

I was thinking...

Just get a cheap door and make do with it."

Wang Ping's words brought a flash of joy across Master Huang's face.

But then, he seemed to have thought of something, frowned slightly, and looked at Wang Ping carefully with a suspicious look.

"Man, why don't you go to a trust store or a flea market?"

Master Huang's transformation made Wang Ping's heart skip a beat.

But he still had a smile on his face, and said calmly: "To be honest..."

“I’ve been to both of these places.”

"There are quite a few old doors at the Trust Store."

"But...Hi!..."

As he said this, Wang Ping sighed helplessly.

"Oh my goodness, I spent so much time choosing..."

"The cheapest door costs me ten dollars!"

“People also told me…”

"The things they have there are all old items that can be considered antiques."

"I just wanted to buy something with a little money."

"Later, I went to the flea market at the Blacksmith Camp to take a look."

"Hi!..."

Having said that, Wang Ping sighed helplessly again.

"What's wrong?" Master Huang asked with a bit of confusion: "There are no old doors in the second-hand market in Blacksmith Camp?

No way!

I went there just last month and there were a few shops selling old doors!"

"Hey!... Then you must not have asked the price..." Wang Ping said: "I asked around yesterday...

Good guy!

This old door has been used for who knows how many years, and it costs three or four dollars to open it!

With this money, I might as well add two more dollars and buy a new door directly from the woodworking factory!"

Wang Ping's words dispelled the slight doubt that had just arisen in Master Huang's mind.

After hesitating for a moment, he leaned his head towards Wang Ping and whispered, "Man, how much do you plan to spend on a door?"

"Hmm! ...More than one dollar!"

This price made Master Huang's expression freeze for a moment, and he said in a bitter voice: "You...your price is a bit too low.

I’ll be honest with you!

Our woodworking factory...occasionally has some damaged doors that we sell at a low price.

But that price is not what you said!

I have the impression...

The cheapest door cost two dollars and fifty cents.

Moreover, the person who bought the door spent a few cents to repair it after he went back!

others...

Even if it is a defective product, as long as the quality is acceptable, it will cost more than three yuan.

The better ones can even reach four yuan!

Besides, if you want to buy this kind of door, you have to wait.

When we have defective products again, you can buy them back."

"Then..." Wang Ping's face showed a trace of embarrassment, "How about... I go to a few scrap yards in the city and look around...

Maybe they can buy a door for a few dollars."

These words made Master Huang's face freeze again.

He quickly advised: "My man, don't waste your energy.

Every family lives frugally and saves as much as possible.

What good can something be if it is sold to a scrap yard?

Maybe...

It’s worse than the door you use in your kitchen!”

"Ah!... This..." Wang Ping hesitated for a moment, but still nodded, "Master Huang, you are right!

So what do you mean...?"

"Well!" Master Huang hesitated for a moment and said, "Man, I'm not afraid to tell you...

I also have an old door here, and it’s made of golden nanmu!

If you want it, I'll give it to you at a lower price, how about that?"

Having said this, Wang Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he still showed a hint of hesitation on his face, "Master Huang, how much is the price for this cheaper price?"

"Two bucks a piece... No!... How about two bucks for you?"

Before Wang Ping could answer, Master Huang said, "Sir, I'll take you to see the door first.

After you've read it, you can bargain with me!" As he said this, he pulled Wang Ping towards the woodworking factory.

Wang Ping followed him reluctantly until they came to the door of a warehouse.

However, Master Huang did not lead Wang Ping into the warehouse, but went around to the back of the warehouse.

Master Huang squatted down and lifted a straw mat, and a dark purple wooden door appeared in front of Wang Ping.

"Look, man..." He knocked on the wooden door with his right hand, "This door is made of real golden nanmu wood, there's nothing to bump on it!"

Wang Ping also squatted down.

He first touched it with his hand, and then said with embarrassment: "Master Huang, your door is really good!

Can...

My kitchen is just a shabby one, so I don't need such a nice door!"

"Man!..." Master Huang continued to persuade: "No matter what the door is like, you should bargain first!"

"One dollar... um!... seven... one dollar and seven, how about that?"

"Ah!... This..." Master Huang looked constipated, "Dude! Your price is too low, can you give me a little more?"

Wang Ping hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Okay! ... I'll give you another 10 cents..."

Seeing that the other party still wanted to bargain, he hurriedly said: "Master Huang, if I buy the door from you for 1.8 yuan, I will have to spend another 30 cents to hire a cart to transport it back!

It’s only two dollars and one cent here and there.

My goodness, a broken kitchen door, I spent two dollars a piece?"

Seeing that Wang Ping seemed to be going back on his word, Master Huang panicked and didn't dare to delay any longer.

He nodded immediately and said, "Okay! Just one dollar and eighty cents!"

These words made Wang Ping feel relieved.

He was also afraid that the night would be too long and he might have more trouble, so he immediately took out one dollar and eighty cents from his pocket and handed it to Master Huang.

Then, he went out and spent three cents to hire a cart to take the golden nanmu door away.

At the entrance of the woodworking factory, Master Huang looked at Wang Ping's receding figure and smacked his lips...

He always felt that there was a hint of panic in this figure...

Suddenly, he came back to his senses.

This guy just lied to me!

Just yesterday he was here to buy doors, and then he had to go to the trust store and the flea market...

He still has time!

This kid came here for this door today!

He was about to raise his hand to call out to Wang Ping, but after a moment's thought, he put it down helplessly.

What's the point of taking the door back?

Originally, I was thinking of selling the door to make more space because there were too many people in my family and not enough living space.

Take the door back, sell it to someone else, and ask for a higher price?

Give me a break!

Before, I had been trying to sell it for almost a year, but it still wasn’t sold.

If I come back now, can I sell it?