âYouâ¦â Now heâs really angry, âYou ugly woman, donât buy if you donât want to, but donât say my stuff is bad. Even if itâs bad, you canât afford it anyway.â
âReally?â She took out eight taels of private money and tossed it up and down in front of him, âCanât afford it, huh?â
Seeing the money, a greedy light shone in his eyes, âCan afford, can afford! Are you buying right away?â
She rolled her eyes at him, âSnobbish, old lady wonât buy from you!â She went to the grocery stall next to him, âHow much is the bronze mirror?â
The other stall owner is a man in his forties, looking like an honest person. Next to the slippery, cunning vendor, honest people always get less business, âOne tael of silver.â
Su Qingyue saw there were two types of bronze mirrors on the stall, one large and one small. The small one was the size of a palm, while the large one was twice as big.
She asked the price of the small mirror, âWhat about the big one?â
âTwo taels of silver.â Just now, the stall owner heard her talking about rouge with Wang Zhong at the neighboring stall and knew this girl was not rich, so he didnât randomly increase the price.
Su Qingyue held the big mirror, feeling it was more comfortable to see a larger reflection. Itâs just that two taels of silver is too expensive. She can afford it, but doesnât want to spend that much now.
Wang Zhong, who had praised Qingyue earlier, then said, âOld Liu, save your saliva. Sheâs so ugly that she doesnât even dare to look at herself in the mirror, she wonât buy itâ¦â
As if she didnât hear him, Su Qingyue said to Old Liu, âMake it cheaper.â
Although Old Liu believed what Wang Zhong said, since the girl counter-offered, he courteously replied, âGirl, the mirror is made of copper and polished smooth, manufacturing and processing is expensive. I can reduce the price by fifty copper coins at most.â
âIâll take a small mirror for 700 cents.â
âThis is not acceptableâ¦â Old Liu hesitated.
âIf itâs not acceptable then forget it. Poor people donât want to buy expensive things either.â Su Qingyue pretended to leave.
Old Liu hurriedly stopped her, âAlright, alright, 700 cents it is. But Iâm really selling it at a lossâ¦â
Su Qingyue turned her head and saw the neighboring stall ownerâs rolling eyes, knowing that 700 cents was still quite a profit for him.
However, she had asked the price of bronze mirrors several times, and even the small ones were around one tael of silver. When buying things, people should also make a profit, as others need to survive as well.
She paid one tael of broken silver, and Old Liu gave her 100 cents in change. He wrapped the mirror in a small cloth, âGirl, take good care of it. The bronze mirror is valuable.â
She put the bronze mirror and silver back into her sleeve pocket.
Seeing the young stall owner who had just sung her praises slant his mouth, âI had a nice chat with you for so long, I also have mirrors on my stall, but you didnât even think to buy mine.â
âWho told you to lie shamelessly, and then stop. Thatâs whatâs hateful.â She snorted.
The stall owner named Wang Zhong also snorted, âGirl, you better take care of yourself.â Her flaunting of the eight taels of silver earlier had really attracted thieves. He secretly hoped she would get robbed since she didnât buy from him.
Stall owner with surname Liu couldnât help but remind, âGirl, in this day and age, money must not be flaunted, be careful.â
Long-time vendors didnât want to give obvious warnings, but they knew there was a seasoned thief eyeing her pocket.
Su Qingyue was a clever person; she understood the vendorâs hint and thanked him before leaving.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
After a few steps, a man hurriedly brushed past her, âaccidentallyâ bumping into her.
The plotting felt way too familiar, like the thieves in modern television shows. She must have seen it hundreds if not thousands of times by now.