Pick up bargains in Chinatown and make 10,000 times the profit at the beginning

Chapter 8: Still playing a hammer game

The other party began to bargain.

In the end, Lin Yuan only gave $250 and refused to increase it no matter what.

The guy finally made a deal, so he was unwilling to give up and accepted the $250. He used to be a stay-at-home son, but his family went bankrupt and he ran out of living expenses.

There is no other choice but to set up a stall.

With this $250, at least he has enough money for today and tomorrow. If it were before, he would not care about the $250 and would not even bother to pick it up if it fell on the ground.

But today is different from the past.

In Lin Yuan’s live broadcast room, many people looked down on the guy for not wanting to speak Chinese.

The motherland is so powerful, but we still cannot let him stand and he has to kneel. It is simply unreasonable.

When we saw Lin Yuan negotiate the price down to 250 US dollars, we all burst into laughter. It really deserves to be 250!

Lin Yuan saw that in such a short period of time, the number of likes had reached 10, and the number of online viewers was over . This was the highest number of online viewers since his live broadcast.

This is thanks to his performance yesterday, which made him a little famous.

After all, picking up a bargain of more than one million dollars can be considered as becoming rich overnight. This kind of thing can easily spread on the Internet. Therefore, as soon as he started broadcasting today, there were quite a few people in the live broadcast room.

As for the private messages, there were already 99+, and Lin Yuan was too lazy to check them one by one.

He kept his promise and immediately started drawing lucky audience members.

"The brother with the IP address of Five Dogs on the opposite side, please send me a private message on WeChat." Lin Yuan quickly picked the lucky audience.

Others felt a little regretful and envious, but were not discouraged. After all, as long as the number of likes reached 10 again, another lucky audience member would be drawn and receive a cash red envelope of 1000 yuan.

This activity has continued until today.

After about a minute, Lin Yuan saw that the other party did not respond, so he said again: "Brother Wu Tiao Gou, are you there? Send me a private message on WeChat, or send me the payment code."

Then, he found the IP address and sent a private message.

Others were surprised. After winning the prize, he was not in a hurry? Did he look down on it, or what?
Lin Yuan looked all the way and walked past several empty stalls. He couldn't help but sigh that there were so few genuine products, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The audience in the live broadcast room complained that he was wandering around aimlessly. Do they understand?

I didn’t see Lin Yuan looking at it seriously either.

They would stand at each stall for about ten seconds, take a quick look, and take a quick look. They didn't believe that they could really find treasures this way.

If it were that easy to find a bargain, there would be no poor people in the world.

In a male dormitory in China, a boy who was not good at micro-gaming had just lost a game and was very angry! He glanced at the phone next to him.

The mobile phone screen was Lin Yuan’s live broadcast room.

He has been following Lin Yuan for a while. Although he has never given gifts to him, he feels that this anchor is very real, so he will go in and join in the fun whenever he has time.

Yesterday, seeing Lin Yuan getting rich overnight, he even joked: If you become rich, don’t forget me!
As soon as the show started today, he was in the live broadcast room. When he heard Lin Yuan say that there would be a cash red envelope, he liked it and participated, then turned off the sound and started playing games.

In fact, he never thought that he would be selected, so he didn't care too much.

However, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it now, but once you do, you'll be shocked. Lin Yuan sent him a private message to tell him that he was selected.

What kind of game is this?

The depression from losing the game just now was swept away. He quickly replied to Lin Yuan, explained the situation, and sent his WeChat. Then, he spoke in the live broadcast room again.

What a big surprise!

Lin Yuan didn't say anything. After confirming that the information was correct, he transferred 1000 yuan and took a screenshot to show the people in the live broadcast room, so that people would not think that he was not keeping his word. He brought two mobile phones today, one of which he bought yesterday, so it was very convenient to operate.

Ye Haifeng was very excited after receiving the money.

I heard an impatient voice from my roommate: "Old Third, what's going on? Come in! We're waiting for you!"

Ye Haifeng: "What the hell are you still playing with? Stop playing, let's go out for a midnight snack, I'll treat you."

As soon as these words were spoken, the other three people in the dormitory looked over at the same time.

Going out for a late night snack? If so, you can put the game aside.

Today is the weekend, and their school doesn't care. They can go out and the dormitory manager won't care.

"Are you sure?" The other three guys were confused.

Something is not right. Did you lose so much that your brain is burning? Are you talking nonsense?
"Are you going or not? If you want to go, hurry up."

"Yes, but why?"

"Yeah! I haven't even gone to bed yet, why do I feel like I'm dreaming?"

If someone suddenly asks you to have a midnight snack for no reason, any normal person would realize that something is wrong.

“Didn’t I watch live broadcast recently?”

Everyone in the dormitory knew about this. At first, they joked about it, saying, what's the point of looking at men instead of beauties?
Ye Haifeng continued, "Just now, I won a 1000 yuan cash red envelope in his live broadcast room. The money has been transferred to me. Take a look."

As he spoke, Ye Haifeng showed his buddy the transfer information on his phone.

When the other three buddies saw this, they all started howling in horror, shouting “Oh shit” one by one.

What a ball game! We must go out for a good meal.

Tonight, Ye Haifeng is their godfather. If you spend 1,000 yuan to buy a gift for a woman, she may still look down on you, but if you spend 1,000 yuan to treat your brothers to a meal, then you are a godfather.

"You can also go in and follow and like it, and the cash red envelope activity will continue." Ye Haifeng did not forget to increase Lin Yuan's popularity and recommend him to his roommates.

If it were in the past, the other three guys would have ignored him, but now they are more active than each other.

……

Lin Yuan continued to walk around for a while, and the treasure hunting instrument showed a bright spot again. This time the bright spot was yellow, which made Lin Yuan perk up.

His eyes fell on the stall next to him.

The stall owner brought an orange cat, which was watching over the stall. The stall owner was fast asleep with a newspaper covering his face, not caring at all about other people's gazes.

If he didn't have a stall, everyone would have thought he was a homeless person!
Homelessness is all too common in the United States.

There were not many things on the stall, only seven or eight pieces, which made it easy for Lin Yuan to find the treasure.

It was a cup, with a painting on one side of the cup's belly. The painting depicted a plum blossom, with thick and light ink to outline the slanting old trunk and the blooming white plum blossoms, and with lake rocks, bamboo, and daffodils as a backdrop. The composition of the painting was open and generous, with cool colors, and a subtle fragrance that made people feel as if they were in a "sea of ​​fragrant snow."

On the other side of the cup is a poem: The snow is white and beautiful on the trees, and the fragrance of the wind fills the branches.

In addition, there is a square seal with the word "Shang" on it.

"Boss, wake up. How much is this cup?" Lin Yuan shouted.

The orange cat turned around, used its claws to pull the newspaper off its owner's face, and meowed, as if to wake up its owner: business is coming.

Seeing this scene, the audience in the live broadcast room called it the dream cat.

(End of this chapter)