MTL - I’m From an Ordinary Family, for Real!-Chapter 63 Chen, you posted
Chapter 63 Lao Chen, you posted
The young woman took a closer look, and then checked the signs around the bag. Suddenly, she had the illusion that the world was changing too fast, and she couldn't keep up with the times.
Someone actually used more than 300,000 yuan in luxury accessories as a wallet to collect money at the booth?
No, to be precise, it is 310,000.
The young woman suddenly felt suspicious of her life, "You don't know how much this bag is?"
Yang Yumei was still at a loss, "Is it expensive?
This is what my son’s friend gave me. Two of them were given to me. "
The young woman's eyes widened. Is your son's friend so mean?
I would love to befriend your son's friend right now!
The young woman shook her head, "This bag costs 310,000 yuan."
Yang Yumei suspected that she heard it wrong, "Wait, how much?"
"Three hundred and one thousand."
Chen Guoqiang's hand that was holding the cigarette in the cigarette case trembled. After steadying himself, he slowly smoked a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and lit it.
Of course, it should be kept away from the desk to prevent the ash from flying around.
"Hiss! Huh...", he felt that he could no longer understand the world.
Have the world's currencies depreciated recently?
I feel that the things I have come into contact with in the past few days are hundreds of thousands and one million at every turn.
Let me smoke a cigarette and calm down.
Old Xiao beside him suddenly widened his eyes, staring at the bag in disbelief.
What bag? Inlaid gold or inlaid jade? Dare to sell 300,000? !
The customers at the two meat stalls also heard this, and they were dazed, stunned, and astonished.
One sentence turned into one sentence, are the rich people in Guangdong Province so outrageous?
Any meat seller in a vegetable market is a rich man?
Yang Yumei couldn't believe it, "This one really costs 300,000 yuan? How much does the one at my house cost?"
The young woman joked, "Why don't you transfer 240,000 to me?"
Generally speaking, the recycling price of luxury bags is between 30% and 70% off, and new bags are basically recycled at 10% off.
However, some brands are different, such as Hermes, some people buy it for investment.
Maybe you have 310,000 yuan, and after a while, you will sell it with an increase of 20,000 yuan.
This proves its value preservation. Even if it is only a famous brand effect, but there are many people willing to take over the offer, this has investment value.
Yang Yumei's bag is Hermes.
And the one in her hand is basically brand new.
Don't consider continuing to collect and wait for the value to increase. Now, if you recycle, it is generally 10-10% off.
That is 240,000, or a little higher price.
Yang Yumei's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly shook her head again, "Forget it, forget it, how can you sell it for money?"
The young woman was greatly disappointed, "That's it."
She returned the bag to Yang Yumei.
Yang Yumei took it, and quickly looked it over carefully, but there was nothing special about it.
It’s a more refined, better quality, better material bag. Why is it so expensive?
Although she didn't know, Yang Yumei was reluctant to use this bag to collect money again.
Take out the change and put the bag away carefully.
Yang Yumei felt uncomfortable at all times, afraid of losing it, getting dirty, or breaking it.
I didn’t know the price of the bag before, so it’s okay...
After the group of customers left, Lao Xiao handed Chen Guoqiang another cigarette. He couldn't help but glanced at the bag again and again. He couldn't figure out why this bag was so valuable.
Old Xiao couldn't help it after all, and said, "Old Chen, sister-in-law's handbag is really so valuable?"
Chen Guoqiang smoked deeply, but still couldn't react, "I don't know, they gave away two!
I knew it was so expensive, but I dare not accept it.
It's too late now..."
...
He couldn't help smoking deeply again, hiss, this is a big debt!
How do I pay it back? Pay it off?
Old Xiao didn't think too much about it, he was very envious, "Old Chen, your family is lucky!
First, the butcher got on the big channel, and then the son got on such a noble person.
Flying to the top, just around the corner! "
Chen Guoqiang couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and then quickly suppressed the arc,
"Where there is nothing! It's just luck!"
"Tsk, Old Chen, you really deserve a beating like this."
"ah?"
"Pretend again, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"
"Hahahaha!", Chen Guoqiang finally stopped pretending, touched his big belly, and laughed hahaha, rampant and owed.
Old Xiao couldn't help shaking his head, his back molars were a little itchy, he just took out the cigarette case from Chen Guoqiang's pocket, and smoked two cigarettes in a row to feel better.
"Old Xiao, are you a robber?!"
"hey-hey…"
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In the morning, around ten thirty, the meat at the meat stall is almost ready.
After all, Yun Kelai restaurant still needs 80 catties of lean meat and 100 catties of white meat.
In addition, the three sheep that Yunke asked for from the restaurant were delivered early.
Clean up the meat on the desk, it's almost ready.
By the way, I also helped Lao Xiao sell some, and agreed to twenty catties! no more, no less!
Chen Guoqiang and the two closed the booth, cleaning the meat slicer, chopping board, and table booth.
Cleaned up and rode a three-wheeled motorcycle home.
Yang Yumei also bought vegetables for lunch at the vegetable market.
As for meat and so on, cattle, sheep and pigs are generally owned by themselves.
Return to the community.
Chen Guoqiang pulled a water pipe downstairs in the community, and washed the oil and blood on the three rounds next to the sewer entrance.
Yang Yumei went home.
Chen Chu was lying in the living room playing games, when he heard the door opening, he asked in confusion, "Mom, did you close the stall so early today?"
Yang Yumei hurried into the room, "It's been quite early these days..."
Half a sentence is in the living room, and half a sentence is in the room.
Chen Chu got up from the sofa, why is mom in such a hurry today?
"Mom! Mom! Are you okay?"
Yang Yumei's voice came from the room, "Hurry up, pee, pee, pee! What can I do, go and play games by yourself, don't bother me."
Chen Chu: "???"
Chen Chu felt a little strange, so he went over to take a look, and saw his mother tinkering with her two bags.
It looks like it was a gift from Chen Baijia to his parents that day.
"Mom?" Chen Chu asked suspiciously.
Yang Yumei was flipping through two bags, looking left and right to see if there was any value, when Chen Chu came, she said,
"Son, come here and find out what brand this bag is."
"?", Chen Chu walked over with question marks all over his head, took a photo and asked Du Niang.
"Hermes bag." Chen Chu looked at it, "Hiss, this bag actually costs 310,000 yuan?"
Yang Yumei quickly took out another one, "What about this one?"
Chen Chu took another photo, "...450,000!"
Yang Yumei felt dizzy, "Son, why don't we go back?
More than 700,000 yuan, I dare not accept it. "
Yang Yumei came to her senses as soon as she finished speaking.
Out of politeness, someone sent a meeting gift, and after a few days, you return the gift, what do you think?
Don't want to make friends with his family? Don't want to recognize him as a friend?
Why does the more I think about it, the more flustered I become? There is always a sense of absurdity.
Yang Yumei sighed, "Oh, forget it, you will go to your uncle's house more often in the future.
Communicate more, do your best, you know? "
Chen Chu nodded.
Actually, Chen Chu still felt that his family did not owe Chen Baijia much.
I won’t talk about Xisuiquan, I really don’t see any specific value in these.
A mahogany amulet is equivalent to a life, can it be measured by money?
You have to calculate carefully, maybe people still owe you!
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After lunch, Mom and Dad went to take a nap.
Chen Chu volunteered to wash the dishes, and told his parents to go to rest quickly.
After his parents left, Chen Chu silently recited a mantra, "Clean it up!"
A cleansing spell was cast.
The dining table, tableware, chopsticks, and tableware are clean and as clean as new.
Chen Chu didn't even bother to do anything. He sat with his chin resting on his hands, and the tableware such as bowls, chopsticks and plates flew up automatically.
Fly to the sink, turn on the faucet, and rinse the tableware with water again.
With a sweep of thought power, the drops of water were "lifted" out, gathered into a handful of water, and flew to the sink of the sink.
The door of the disinfection cupboard next to it opened automatically, and a series of tableware, bowls, chopsticks, soup spoons and plates flew in and were neatly stacked.
The crisp sound of porcelain clashing!
Then close the cabinet door!
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(end of this chapter)
