Chapter 44 Four Hundred Dollars?

"good stuff!"

"It's definitely good stuff!"

Song Yun stared at the tables and chairs stacked on the tricycle, the white light was dazzling.

Song Yun's heart was beating wildly. He didn't expect to encounter such a good thing by accident in such a place.

Song Yun took a few deep breaths and tried his best to suppress his excitement. He didn't go up immediately. His goal was those old tables and chairs, and driving a nice car, but buying something like this would definitely arouse suspicion from others. Waiting for the tricycle to go out for a distance, he pushed open the door to catch up.

"Wait a moment!"

Song Yun shouted loudly, still a few meters away from the tricycle.

The tricycle stopped.

"What's the matter?" The tricycle was a thin old man with triangular eyes, "Is there any junk for sale?"

"I'm not selling things but buying things."

"Working at this construction site, I rented a house not long after I arrived, and I lacked tables and chairs. I saw an old one on your car from a distance. I came over and asked if you would sell it."

Song Yun went straight to the point and didn't hide it. It's better to be straightforward when dealing with people like this.

"How many chairs are you going to buy from this table in my car?"

The skinny old man patted the old table and the old chairs on the tricycle.

"Yes, that's right. I won't be here for a long time. It's less than half a year. It's a waste to buy new things. Get some old ones and use them. Just throw them away when you leave. I don't feel bad."

"Of course, the price has to be right. I buy old things to save money. I don't want them if they're expensive."

Song Yun's face didn't change, and he spoke righteously.

"1000 yuan, you can take it if you want."

The skinny old man didn't think much about the price. This old town often demolished houses. He just bought the table and chairs from the owner of a house that will be demolished tomorrow. When selling used goods, if you can sell them here, you can save the effort of pulling them back.

"This is impossible!"

"I said just now that I buy old things just to save money. If you pass by here, I will save you from looking for places to sell used goods. Your price is too high to buy them."

"You can't spend a lot of money on these items. 100 yuan is sky-high, and you have to add 1,000 yuan in a blink of an eye. This kind of business can't be done."

Song Yun shook his head vigorously, 1000 yuan to buy these tables and chairs made a lot of money, but he absolutely couldn't agree, don't look at it as a junk, and walk around the streets all day, few are really stupid, even though the culture is not high But the society is very experienced. If you pay for it easily, it will definitely arouse suspicion, and it is hard to say what will happen next.

"How much are you willing to buy?"

The skinny old man had no doubts that even a fool would not spend this money to buy a few old tables and chairs, but he just made a random offer and waited for a counter-offer.

"150 yuan!"

"I said just now, you won't charge more than 100 yuan for these tables and chairs. I bought them for 150 yuan, and you have already made a profit."

Song Yun came from a poor background, so he couldn't tell what a top steak looked like, but when it came to these tattered ones, he was very clear, and the counter-offer was very accurate.

"no!"

"150 yuan is absolutely not good."

"You must know that 100 yuan will never buy these tables and chairs. Although they look worn out and old style, they are all real solid wood, without some flowers and fakes. It's no problem to use them for three years or five years."

"800 yuan, give 800 yuan and you will take it."

The thin old man is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he is also a good bargainer.

Song Yun did not show weakness, stood on the side of the road and bargained with the skinny old man. After more than 20 minutes of hard sawing and fighting, the final price negotiated was 450 yuan.

"I've never seen a young man as powerful as you, and you can grow flowers on your lips when you bargain!"

The thin old man was talking and laughing, and the wrinkles on his face were almost squeezed into chrysanthemums. What he bought for 100 yuan was sold for 450 yuan, and the net profit was 350 yuan. Today's business is good.

"regret!"

"I regret it so much now!"

"450 yuan?"

"My God!"

"I only promised you this price because my brain was flooded!"

"I should stick to 200 yuan!"

Song Yun shook his head and sighed as he spoke, looking very reluctant and remorseful.

"Young man, let me tell you, we've already negotiated a good price, and you can't go back!"

The thin old man looked vigilant.

"Am I like this?"

"Since the price has been negotiated, I will pay."

As Song Yun spoke, he took out his wallet and counted four hundred-yuan bills and one fifty-yuan bill.

The thin old man stretched out his hand and grabbed the money, turned around and pushed the tricycle away in a hurry, looking like he was afraid that Song Yun would go back on it.

Song Yun smiled, with a very proud smile.

"good stuff!"

"This is really good stuff!"

Song Yun said as he stretched out his hand and rubbed it hard on the table, the white light flourished, dazzling.

Song Yun slapped the table and four chairs all over again. He was so satisfied that he couldn't see his eyes from the smile. This was not a table and chairs at all, but a lot of RMB.

Song Yun carried the table and chairs, and strode towards his Wrangler.