An Ning turned around, called An Guoming, and got on the No. 2 bus together.

After the No. 2 bus stopped eight times, the two people got off the bus and arrived at a slightly antique street.

An Ning and An Guoming walked side by side and attracted the attention of many people when they came in from the street.

Most of the people who come to this street fall into two categories.

One is to come to buy things from wealthy people who wear gold and silver or have a rich temperament.

There is also the kind like An Ning and his wife, who dress in a local style and generally come to sell things.

However, the little girl's temperament made many store owners think a little more.

An Ning noticed that many people were looking at the two of them, and she anticipated the worst case scenario.

It would be no problem for her to break out of the encirclement with her second brother alone.

"Little sister, which one should we go to?"

"It doesn't matter, I can beat you."

As soon as An Ning finished speaking, she smiled sheepishly at An Guoming, then straightened up the family and said, "Let's do this."

"Okay, little sister, don't get excited."

"OK."

An Ning obediently played the role of her little sister, followed An Guoming, and entered a shop on the left, Cui Yuxuan.

As soon as he entered the door, an old man wearing a dark blue gown and a black goatee stood behind a counter with an abacus under his hand.

"Welcome, what do you two want to see?"

The goatee shopkeeper closed the account book at hand, placed the abacus on it, and made a gesture of invitation to the two of them.

The attitude was very good and there was no such thing as looking down on others.

An Guoming walked over, stood on this side of the counter, turned to An Ning and said, "Things."

"oh."

An Ning opened her backpack and took out a piece of jewelry that An Sancheng had installed for An Guoming.

A string of green beads lay in An Ning's hand.

"Can you get closer? I need to take a look."

An Ning took a step forward and saw the old shopkeeper spreading a black cloth on the table.

She placed the string of beads on the black cloth.

The old man behind the counter waited for An Ning to put down his hand completely before reaching out to take it.

A string of beads was in the old man's hand, and the old man looked at each one carefully.

However, he didn't say a word during this period, and just watched quietly.

"Are you two planning to take action?"

"right."

An Guoming picked up the bead chain and asked, "What price can you give me?"

The old man asked the question without answering.

"What price do you two want to sell it for?"

An Guoming didn't know how much something like this would cost, but he understood that the old man was suppressing the price.

"Put it away."

An Ning took the beads, and An Guoming said to the old man:

"We don't know either. Let's go out and have a look."

He did not hide the fact that he did not know at all, but openly admitted that he just wanted to go out and inquire about the price.

The old man smiled.

"That's good, young man. I'll give you this number. If you're not satisfied after going around for a while, you can come back again."

The old man held out three fingers.

"Three hundred thousand?"

An Ning's words made the old man look at his three raised fingers in fright. Where did he see the three hundred thousand?

"The little girl was joking, three thousand."

An Ning shook his head.

"One hundred thousand, you take it."

"Hehehe - no, that's not what the price said. No one will accept your price."

The old man really disagreed with the price, and his mood did not fluctuate at all.

An Ning said a price again.

"Eighty thousand?"

"no."

"fifty thousand?"

"Still not working."

"forty thousand?"

"You go out and have a look."

The old man with the goatee initially thought that An Ning was asking for a price, but now he also thinks that it is a child's play.

An Ning stopped asking. She carried her schoolbag, called her second brother, and the two of them walked out of the store one after another.

After walking out for a while, An Guoming asked: "Little sister, what were you doing just now?"

"Test the price."

An Ning stopped and said, "My method is not suitable for the second brother. It's better for the second brother not to learn it. You just have to find your own method."

An Guoming nodded, he didn't even understand, how could he learn it.

An Ning turned around and walked in front. She had an estimate of the price of the bead necklace.

When she asked about the price, she was paying close attention to the old man.

Although the old man's breathing and expression did not change, his mental strength did.

Based on this change, she determines the appropriate price.

The price of the bead string was between 40,000 and 50,000. The old man liked it very much. When he observed the bead string, An Ning sensed his liking.

Next, the two went to several stores one after another, and the prices offered were lower than the last.

The old man finally gave him 3,000 yuan, and some other companies even gave him 300 yuan.

"I'll give you a hundred yuan for a broken glass skewer. It's already generous. I'm still not satisfied."

A boss was cursing, and An Guoming came out with An Ning.

"Still the first one?"

"good."

The two returned to the first home again.

When the old man of Cuiyuxuan saw the two people coming back, he felt something clear in his heart.

If he hadn't known an old lady who liked beads, he wouldn't have paid three thousand.

Shops outside are pretty good for a few hundred yuan.

"You two are back, are you interested in selling?"

An Guoming, who was standing in front, took a step back and An Ning stepped forward.

When An Ning stepped forward, the old man felt something was wrong.

Is this little girl actually in charge?

Then she must not have been joking just now.

"Forty-seven thousand yuan, you take it."

As soon as the price came out, the old man's fingers under the counter curled up.

So accurate!

"Haha, the girl is joking. I can offer three thousand, which is the greatest sincerity. You two should know something."

"Forty-seven thousand."

An Ning never retreats and firmly guards his own price.
To be continued...