Chapter 365 [365] I Feel Relieved with Your Words

Xu Xinling continued to play the role of a reverse beacon.

Tang Feng disdained everything she liked.

This made her very angry, and she felt that this guy was deliberately going against her.

Tang Feng also gradually figured out Xu Xinling's preferences. This woman liked things that were shiny and beautiful on the surface.

Little did she know that such things were often fakes at first glance.

It was precisely those "junk" that she disdained that were the real good things.

Of course, this is not quite accurate, because there are still many fakes with relatively high aging technology, which is more of a test of eyesight.

"Ding! Scanned the wolf-hair brush used by Emperor Qianlong... Estimated value 30 million!"

When the two were wandering aimlessly, the system suddenly prompted automatically.

Tang Feng's steps stagnated, and his breathing was a little difficult.

A brush worth 30 million?

Is it really that exaggerated?

He looked in the direction of the system and saw an old man with gray hair squatting in front of a stall next to him.

The old man was holding a brush in his hand and examining it carefully.

This brush looks ordinary, even a little shabby, with almost no carvings or decorations.

No one would associate this ordinary brush with the exaggerated old man.

But for such an "ordinary" brush, the system actually gave an estimated value of 30 million.

This is really eye-opening.

"What's wrong?" Xu Xinling had walked a distance, and when she found that Tang Feng had stopped, she had to go back.

Tang Feng leaned close to her ear and pointed at the brush in the old man's hand, "What do you think of that brush?"

Xu Xinling looked in the direction he pointed, then curled her lips and shook her head, "It's just average, you can buy it for a few dollars in a stationery store."

"Okay, I feel relieved with your words." Tang Feng walked towards the stall as if he had received guidance from a god.

Xu Xinling was dumbfounded.

Is this guy teasing her on purpose?

What do you mean he feels relieved with her words?

Isn't that too bullying?

Tang Feng walked to the stall calmly and squatted down, flipping through other objects casually, but his eyes never left the brush.

He clearly saw the surprised expression on the old man's face.

Obviously, the old man also saw a clue.

This made him feel a little bit nervous, and it seemed that it would not be so easy to get what he wanted this time.

Sure enough, at this time, the old man looked up and asked the stall owner, "Boss, how much is this brush?"

The stall owner was in his forties, with a big backcombed hair and playing with a string of bodhi seeds in his hand.

When the old man asked the price, the stall owner didn't say anything, just stretched out five fingers.

"Five thousand?" The old man asked tentatively.

"Five thousand? Haha, are you kidding? Judging from the craftsmanship of this brush, it is an old item from the Qing Dynasty. You want to take it away for five thousand yuan? What a joke?"

The stall owner was arrogant and did not hide his contempt for customers who didn't know the value of the goods.

If it were a customer with a bad temper, he would probably just leave the item and walk away.

But the old man was very calm and said with a smile: "Isn't fifty thousand a bit expensive? Twenty thousand."

There were many people around the stall. They were a little surprised to hear that the old man was willing to pay twenty thousand for such an ordinary brush.

Obviously, from their perspective, they really couldn't see what was so special about this brush.

"Fifty thousand, not a cent less." The stall owner's attitude was very firm, and there was no room for negotiation.

But the old man was not in a hurry, "I really like this pen. Let me add another 5,000, 25,000. If you agree, I will pay immediately."

The stall owner hesitated, "I see you really want it, so you should give 45,000, no less."

"Boss, let's just be friends. I only have 30,000 on me. Can I give it all to you?"

"No, at least 40,000. My purchase price is more than 40,000."

"Then let's each take a step back, 35,000..."

"That won't work, I'll lose a lot..."

After a lot of wrangling, the two finally deadlocked between 30,000 and 40,000, and neither of them was willing to give in.

The old man saw that the boss was unwilling to give in, so he put down the brush, "Since you are unwilling to give in, forget it, I'll go somewhere else to have a look."

After that, he stood up and wanted to leave.

Tang Feng knew that the two had reached the last step of the psychological warfare, and it depended on who would compromise first.

Just when the old man took a step forward, the stall owner was ready to compromise, "Wait a minute..."

The old man showed a triumphant smile on his face. In the end, he won the psychological battle.

However, just when he thought that the brush was within his reach, Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared halfway.

Tang Feng seized this opportunity and suddenly picked up the brush, "I want 40,000."

The stall owner was about to persuade the old man to stay, but when he heard what Tang Feng said, he immediately swallowed the rest of the sentence, "What did you say? 40,000, you want it?"

Tang Feng nodded, "Yes, I want it."

The boss was overjoyed. He had been ready to compromise and sell it for 35,000, but he didn't expect that someone would come to cut in.

This made him earn 5,000 yuan more.

"Okay, okay, this friend is a man who can do big things. He won't haggle over the 3,500 yuan. I like open-minded people like you." While praising Tang Feng, the boss did not forget to belittle the old man.

The old man had already turned back at this time, looking a little anxious, "Why are you like this? I saw this brush first."

As he spoke, he was about to reach out and snatch it.

Tang Feng avoided his hand, "You don't want to buy it, do you? If you don't want to buy it, why don't you let me buy it?"

The stall owner also added fuel to the fire, "That's right, didn't you say you didn't want it because it was too expensive? People have already offered 40,000 yuan, so of course the highest bidder wins."

The old man was already anxious and hurriedly quoted, "I'll offer 50,000 yuan, pay immediately."

As he said that, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and was about to transfer the money to the stall owner.

When the stall owner heard that he offered 50,000 yuan, he was even more overjoyed and immediately gave him the account number.

At this time, Tang Feng next to him spoke again, "One hundred thousand!"