Chapter 13 Agreement on Transaction

"Little comrade, you have come to the wrong place. There are only old furniture here." After looking around, the little old man said calmly.

"I just want to buy old furniture, preferably a rosewood bed." Li Weidong laid out his plans and went straight to the point.

"Rosewood bed?"

The little old man looked strange.

"Who did you hear that there is a rosewood bed here? Do you think everyone is a fool and can't tell the difference between good and bad?"

"No?" Li Weidong was a little disappointed.

"Of course not. Let alone a bed made of rosewood, or even a bed made of old wood. There are two beds made of sycamore wood. They are estimated to be thirty or fifty years old. Do you want them?" the little old man asked with a smile.

"But I heard there are antique furniture here." Li Weidong said again.

"Did you pick it up? Comrade, to tell you the truth, a few years ago, there may have been what you mentioned, but now, it is definitely gone. Moreover, the old furniture here is from the Republic of China period at best, and is of no use.

." The little old man explained.

There is no doubt that Li Weidong was deceived by the story again.

It's nothing more than spending a few days with my little brother.

After all, the little old man couldn't resist the temptation of food.

"No, I can't bear the title of sir. As for the connections, what kind of connections can I have as a person who is about to step into the coffin with one foot and half?"

Li Weidong looks honest and honest, as honest as he wants.

Today, the Friendship Store is not open yet.

Liu Guangtian put his hands together and leaned on the corner, his eyes constantly paying attention to the location of the bus stop opposite.

This time, the little old man's expression became completely serious.

Unexpectedly, it was a joke.

When the little old man saw Li Weidong disappear, he stopped singing and just packed up his things and went home to meet his so-called 'friends'.

Even if we haven't got wheat seeds yet, we will sooner or later.

It's soft and comfortable to lie on, no matter how many mattresses you put on it.

The two made an agreement, and Li Weidong left with satisfaction.

"Old sir, to tell you the truth, I just arrived in the city not long ago. I grew pumpkins at home before and secretly kept some extra. I didn't turn in the wheat, so it hasn't been ground into flour yet."

"no problem."

This is because the original owner used to live in the countryside all year round and was exposed to wind and sun. He was incomparable to a pretty guy like Li Weimin.

Why is he not hiding at home and teasing his grandson at such an old age?

Isn’t that an extra three to five kilograms of grain per month?

"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you. In addition to the rosewood bed, I also need a recliner, which is sturdy and good-looking. It doesn't matter if it's an antique or not." Li Weidong said again.

"Well, I remember a friend who seems to have a bed that was just built more than 20 years ago, and no one has slept on it yet. I want to see if I can explain it to him."

Just looking at Li Weidong's appearance, skin, and clothes, it is obvious that he is not the kind of rich and wealthy family who has never suffered.

So Li Weidong instinctively felt that there should be stores in department stores as well.

"For sleeping?"

The entrance to the courtyard alley.

If he spends money to buy it, he may feel distressed, but if he exchanges it with food, he doesn't feel much at all. He even feels that he has earned something.

"Pumpkin? It's easy to get angry if you eat too much of it. A few is enough, but how much wheat can you get?"

"Of course, the doctor said that since I have a bad waist, it's best to sleep on a hardwood bed, and the scent of rosewood can also help me sleep," Li Weidong said.

"how much do you need?"

The way he looked at Li Weidong was clearly like looking at a fool.

The little old man came a little closer, his heart obviously moved.

It's not too late to plant the seeds again after two days.

Speaking of this, Li Weidong is right.

"Old sir, could you please give me some advice?" Li Weidong said.

If you have money and food, what kind of furniture can't you get?

But when he passed by the two elder sisters at the door, they looked at him with strange expressions, which made people confused.

Although the little old man said it cannot be measured in terms of money, he was clearly raising prices.

On the contrary, Li Weidong's skin was somewhat rough at this time.

"Did you decorate the rosewood bed just for sleeping?"

Even if we know that food is more useful than money, we cannot change this concept.

"I don't know if the scent of rosewood can help you sleep. What I can tell you is that those antique furniture are hundreds of years old, and the scent has long since dissipated."

Unexpectedly, Li Weidong showed up soon, but there happened to be someone beside him, Li Weimin's daughter-in-law, and she had to be called sister-in-law.

So where are you now?

Now, the little old man's expression became even weirder.

"Okay, then when and where do we trade? How much wheat is needed?" Li Weidong asked.

"Old sir, I brought that bed for sleeping. Please don't give me any weird things. As for the age, the closer it is, the better." Li Weidong also expressed his thoughts.

In his previous life, he heard some anecdotes from a friend who loved antiques. He was talking about the Friendship Store here in the capital in the 1970s and 1980s, which specialized in selling antiques and kept them authentic.

There are five days, just in time to ripen the wheat.

Li Weidong was also very happy.

This time, the little old man nodded without hesitation.

Now, it was the little old man's turn to be dumbfounded.

"My friend lives a bit far away. I will take the time to go there tomorrow. It will take at least three to five days to go back and forth. As for the price, I can't decide without my friend. In this way, you can come over in five days. I will give you an answer if you can.

I believe it." The little old man thought for a while and said.

Aren’t spring beds popular in upper class society?

Since he didn't have the rosewood furniture he wanted, Li Weidong naturally didn't like the so-called sycamore wood bed. That thing would probably collapse if he stamped his feet hard.

Ever since Li Weimin came to see him in the morning, he had been keeping watch.

"Then use jujube wood. It's simple."

The little old man's head shook like a rattle.

If he didn't have some conscience, he would have already started to deceive the people who were taken advantage of.

"I can get pumpkins and wheat." Li Weidong said.

But just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly remembered the subtle expression and determination of the other party just now, and his heart moved.

"What? Do you have food? I am so old and my teeth are not good." The little old man's smile also faded a bit.

It's nothing more than a verbal advance.

He looked at Li Weidong again.

With his method, it is not difficult to process wheat into flour.

"Old sir, are you short of food?" Li Weidong directly used his trump card.

The little old man did not answer immediately, but pondered for a moment, and then said: "I can help you get a rosewood bed, but you also know that something like this can be used as a family heirloom, and you cannot just use money.

to measure."

In fact, there is no shortage of food these days.

Moreover, the other party just said that there was a few years ago.

And the two of them got on the bus while talking and laughing, which made him numb.

You can't keep following up, can you?

So he thought about it and decided to stay put.

Anyway, it's impossible for the two of them not to come back.

At the same time, he was also murmuring in his heart, Brother Min and the other party are brothers after all, so why are they incompatible?

Could it be that the root lies here?
Chapter completed!