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Seeing that Yuan Hongjun liked it, the fat boss immediately rolled his eyes, and said with a smile on his face: "This big brother has a good eye. I mentioned this time that it is the authentic work of Wang Xizhi. This is a family heirloom left by my ancestors. Now There is really no food at home, otherwise the younger brother would not be willing to sell it, if the eldest brother wants to buy 2000 yuan, I will sell it to you."

Nine out of ten people who sell things in the ghost market say they are their own family heirlooms. As for where they came from, only they know in their hearts.

Yuan Hongjun heard that he would take two days, soon Xinli secretly rolled his eyes, folded his arms and looked at the fat boss with a half-smile, pointed to a few copybooks and said: "The boss is not telling the truth, these copybooks I just look at the brushwork. I can see that it was copied by modern people, and the calligraphy skills are not very good. It is completely like drawing a gourd. Let alone 2000 yuan, I think I despise even two yuan. The boss is not sincere, so I will Look elsewhere."

After Yuan Hongjun finished speaking, he curled his lips in disgust, and pretended to leave.

Seeing that Yuan Hongjun was about to leave, the boss quickly stood up and stopped him, laughing nonchalantly. These things were collected from the countryside for a few cents, and they were not worth anything. to sell.

The fat boss knew that Yuan Hongjun was an expert and couldn't be fooled, but he still said glibly: "Brother is a master, so I won't show off anymore. Although it is not the authentic work of Wang Xizhi, it is also a famous work, and it has a long history. Here's something, brother, if you like to give your brother a price, you can take it if it suits you."

Yuan Hongjun squatted down and looked through it again, as if disgusted by what he said: "My old man doesn't know how to be elegant, he imitated the old man next door to be arty, and he insisted on practicing Wang Xizhi's brush calligraphy, just folded paper like this , Wipe your ass, I think it's scum."

The fat boss has been standing there all morning, but he hasn't had a single customer, and no one has come to ask.

Finally met Yuan Hongjun, who was a little interested, and was afraid that the other party would feel sorry for the money and run away, so he slapped his thigh and said directly: "I think you are also a filial person, why don't you just use this stack of stickers, and you can give a big unity." Take it, even if I deserve to earn a lot of money."

Yuan Hongjun didn't turn the pages to the end, so he picked up the stack of about a dozen or so yellowed old papers, and finally said to the boss with a painful face: "I'll give you two yuan for this plate of paper, if you sell it Just sell it, if you don’t sell it, you’ll lose it, I can eat a catty of meat for two yuan.”

After Yuan Hongjun finished speaking, he took out two one-dollar bills, and wanted to withdraw them with some pain.

Seeing this, the fat boss was very afraid that Yuan Hongjun would have something to buy, so he immediately grabbed the two yuan, put it in his waist, rolled the stack of paper into a roll, and put it in a plastic bag. Stuffed in Yuan Hongjun's arms.

"Succeed! Two yuan is only two yuan. Even if we become friends, if I need anything in the future, I will come to Brother Shang. This brother will definitely give you a lot of money."

Yuan Hongjun put the stack of words on it calmly, put it in his inner pocket, and after having a few awkward chats with the fat boss, he walked in again like a stroll in the courtyard.

Even if this thing is the treasure he thought of, it can't be bought at a high price now, Yuan Hongjun decided to keep it and make it a family heirloom.In the future, if you really fall down and buy a copybook, you can make a comeback.

Thinking of the piles of banknotes, Yuan Hongjun was so happy, he hummed a song and left.

But what Yuan Hongjun didn't know was that not long after he left, a young man in a suit came to the fat boss's stall and asked about the copybook. After hearing that he was sold, his face was full of regret left.