Chapter 445: Raising the Price on the Spot
Chapter 445 Instant Price Hike
Shuiyu and the others became excited when they heard that Mengyu was going down to collect antiques: "Let’s go together!"
Everyone wanted to go, so Mengyu indulged their desires, and together they got into the tow truck Mengyu bought for Ah Xin to collect scrap, heading towards the countryside.
It took more than two hours for the vehicle to reach its destination. Mengyu noticed, under a large tree at the village entrance, there were quite a few pots stacked, and a middle-aged man waiting there.
Sure enough, Mengyu guessed right, they were all slightly defective seconds.
Ah Xin introduced Mengyu to Old man Bei: "Old man Bei, this is our Boss, with the last name Jiang. The others are friends of our Boss."
Old man Bei called out ’Boss Jiang’ and eyed the five teenagers, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.
Mengyu counted, there were a hundred and one. She took out three hundred and three yuan: "Old man Bei, right? There are a hundred and one pots here, three yuan each, making a total of three hundred and three yuan."
Old man Bei didn’t take the money: "These pots are all antiques and very valuable. I can’t sell them for three yuan each, they must be sold for US$ 30 each."
Shuiyu and others looked at Ah Xin, wasn’t it three yuan each?
Ah Xin became angry upon hearing this: "Old man Bei, you clearly said they were three yuan each yesterday."
Old man Bei disdainfully glanced at Ah Xin: "Yesterday I didn’t know these were antiques, so I was selling them as daily-use items for three yuan each. Now that I know, since these are precious antiques, naturally they should be US$ 30 each."
There were other villagers under the large tree at the village entrance, seeing Old man Bei jacking up the price made them somewhat disdainful.
Moreover, these pots were all dug up from the back mountain; Old man Bei dragged them back, claiming ownership, even selling them for two yuan each was acceptable, but selling them for 20 yuan each, isn’t that a bit too much?
They were staring intently at Mengyu and Old man Bei, as if they were ready to mob and snatch as soon as Mengyu paid.
Mengyu looked at the crowd, then back at Old man Bei, smiled, and said, "I only buy pots for two yuan each. Since yours have risen to 20 yuan, then we don’t want them."
Her Divine Sense had already reached the back mountain and found a place with broken pot shards.
She looked up at the villagers and said, "Anyone who has such pots at home and is willing to sell them for three yuan each, can bring them out to sell to me."
Immediately someone responded, "I have some at my home, I have three."
"I have some too, I have five."
"Our family has some too."
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Soon, people went home to fetch their pots to sell to Mengyu.
Mengyu saw that the pots brought out by these people were better than Old man Bei’s, more regular in shape and with prettier patterns.
Mengyu said, "For pretty pots, I can offer you five yuan each."
The villagers were naturally happy. Originally those who hadn’t wanted to sell because they kept stuff in them, also went back one by one to empty the pots and bring them to sell to Mengyu.
After all, the pots bought at the market cost about 50 cents each, yet they were prettier than these.
Thus, Mengyu unexpectedly acquired fifty-three pots.
Old man Bei saw that Mengyu paid five yuan each for other people’s pots, but only two for his, extremely dissatisfied: "Young lady, why do you give them five yuan each and only two for mine?"
Before Mengyu could speak, the villagers shouted: "Old man Bei, nobody wanted yours; they are all crooked and unequal. How can they compare to ours? You even want to sell yours for five yuan, no, actually 20 yuan. Don’t even check if it’s worth that money."
Old man Bei retorted with his neck stiff: "These are clearly antiques, you’re selling them too cheaply."