Director Sun is also an old man. Although he is working for the museum, he still has a breath of the world, especially after experiencing strong winds and waves. He knows that in this case, it is best to let Mr. Wang Jinping calm down, so that he will collect the book by himself will be smoother.

Sure enough, his roar and scolding was equivalent to helping the old man to relieve the fire and let the grandsons who were having a meal in the museum go to the fore. As long as they could successfully collect the books, it would be worth it even if they dug out their ancestors for the eighteen generations.

Just as Lin Yi was guessing what Old Man Sun would do next, he saw that Director Sun's style changed. He just looked angry at King Kong. At this moment, the spring breeze was warm. He held the hand of Mr. Wang Jinping. His face was like a chrysanthemum, and he smiled with great gratitude and said, "Old man, you are a good comrade! On behalf of the comrades in the History Archives, I apologize to you. It is because we have not done our job well and have missed such good research materials."

Director Sun's excitement made Mr. Wang Jinping a little at a loss. He was originally wrinkled and had a hint of embarrassment on his black and thin face. He hurriedly said, "Director Sun, wherever you say, I'll be happy if you can come. It's useless to put this treasure here. I'll just rest assured to leave it to your museum." His words were simple and sincere.

Director Sun breathed a sigh of relief, and even held Wang Jinping's hand tightly, telling the other party with all his words, "I'm interested" and "You are a good comrade."

Lin Yi knew that this was not the time when he interrupted, so he watched the two of them talk and registered the precious texts in detail, and then signed each other to prove that - Comrade Wang Jinping, on a certain month and a certain day of a certain year, gave the document "Compilation of the Policy and Laws of the Military Control Period of Nandu City" to the Nandu City Historical Archives Museum, and did not accept any documents.

After the completion, Director Sun promised to award Mr. Wang Jinping a "Certificate of Honor" as soon as possible to encourage him to do this glorious act of giving a letter.

Mr. Wang Jinping did not refuse this. Perhaps in his heart, no matter how much money is, it is not as important as such a certificate. He has long been able to look down on money when he is at his age, and wants to leave some unusual precious things for his descendants.

Lin Yi thought that after the handover of the documents, Director Sun would end the trip and go back with him, but unexpectedly, Director Sun suddenly said, "Lin Yi, I think our affairs are resolved here too. Well, I like your rough version of "On the Protracted War". Xiao Cao also showed me the photos and versions. Except for the slightly worse appearance, he was very satisfied with all aspects---you just offer a price..."

Lin Yi: “…”

It might as well.

Lin Yi never expected that Director Sun would propose the deal for the book "On Protracted War" at this moment. At the first moment, Lin Yi looked at Mr. Wang Jinping.

Sure enough, the old man looked at Lin Yi with confusion, "Are you offering a book?"

I'll give you my head! Lin Yi screamed in his heart.

Whatever you are afraid of is what you come.

It is obvious that Director Sun, the old guy, deliberately used Wang Jinping to put pressure on Lin Yi, look at him, don’t have any money, I want to see how much you dare to ask for.

Lin Yi took a deep breath and replied with a smile: "No, Mr. Wang, the situation is different from yours. I am not offering books, but selling books... Well, I have to sell at least 150,000!" The tone was gentle and gentle, as if the 150,000 in his mouth was only 15 yuan.

"Swoosh!" Uncle Wang Jinping took a breath, and the folds on his face and the hairs stood up. He looked at Lin Yi with his extremely surprised eyes, his lips trembling: "Little... young man, what kind of book is so expensive, all... 150,000?" In the eyes of the old man, that was a huge number, and he didn't have that much money for most of his life.

Lin Yi smiled and explained patiently: "I am a book of the Republic of China, earlier than yours, and it is a famous book written by Mao-Cheng, the old man named "On Protracted War"."

Wang Jinping nodded, "Oh, it's that book. I read and memorized the book when I was young, but it's not worth that much money... Young man, I heard from the old man that you should be content and be less important, so we can live up to our conscience."

Dizzy, Lin Yi felt that he was regarded as a "prodigal businessman".

Yes, compared with the noble character of selfless dedication and no money, the face of asking for a high price seems to be really "rape"...

150,000, but I was thankful that I could speak just now. After thinking about it, Lin Yi also applauded for his shameless courage.

Faced with the earnest persuasion of the old man Wang Jinping, Lin Yi's cheeks were hot and hot, and he almost couldn't help but surrender. However, he calmed down for a moment, and his ideological realm had obviously not yet sublimated to the point of being shameless and not being worthy of money. To be precise, Lin Yi knew how much the value of this book was, and he also knew that he was not as qualified to give tens of thousands of dollars for no reason. That was exclusive to the rich, and he was far inferior to them in terms of assets and wealth.

What's more, it's not Old Man Sun himself who bought this book, but a museum. Since some people have money to drink Moutai and hang sky-high chandeliers, it's okay to spend a little money to buy a book that is of great significance.

Lin Yi knew that his thoughts were a little dark, but the world is like this now, and it was too difficult to find some bright deeds. There may be many good people and institutions as honest as water, but Lin Yi hasn't seen them yet.

Therefore, Lin Yi had to show a philanthropist face and said to Old Man Sun with a smile: "Director Sun, you are older than me, so it is also necessary to call you Mr. Sun. You are highly respected and knowledgeable. What price should be in the market for red documents like this? I will not say more. As your junior, I believe you will not let me suffer any loss."

I have to say that Lin Yi's "retreat to advance" style of playing ball directly shocked Old Man Sun.

First, I will wear a few high hats for you, and then let you talk about the price. At such an old age, it depends on how you can still expose your face to save the price.

However, Lin Yi still underestimated the thick-skinnedness of Old Man Sun, which was no less than that of him, a small profiteer.

After a little stunned, Director Sun laughed and said, "What a Lin Yi, I'm still making a trap for me... It's a pity, you, I don't like your set." After saying that, he said, "I won't talk to you anymore. Tell you the truth. The museum spent a lot of money to collect books last time. Now the funds are tight. Even if your book is really a priceless treasure, I can't afford that much money--and not to mention, in the entire Nandu, I don't think anyone can afford more than 100,000 yuan." Looking at Lin Yi with a positive and strong look, no one will want this book except me.

Lin Yi had long expected that he would say this, so he continued to smile and said, "That's it, that's it. After all, there are not many people like you like you... So, Nandu is small, although it is rich in treasures and has outstanding people, it is still not comparable to those big cities. It's better to go to Confucius Temple in Jinling and Panjiayuan in Beijing. Maybe you can meet some big sellers who are both aware of goods and willing to spend money... It doesn't take long to go from Nandu to those places, so it's good to just go on a trip."

Old man Sun smiled. This kid was too treacherous. He seemed to have touched his pulse and knew that he was interested in this book and would definitely buy it.

Indeed, book lovers have such a bad habit. When they see something they love, they try every means to get it. If they can’t get it, they will not be able to sleep day and night, or even get sick. At this time, no matter how high the price the seller asks for, they will accept it like a smiling lady.

So Old Man Sun quickly restrained his strong appearance just now, replaced it with a kind and kind smile, and said embarrassingly: "Lin Yi, it's not that you, Mr. Sun, can't afford so much money, you really have difficulties... The museum's efficiency is depressed now, and tickets cannot be sold at a price. It is often open for free, and it is not enough to make ends meet, not to mention increasing revenue and reducing expenditure. Almost every year, I have to spend a lot of money on buying books and documents... As the director, I'm so hard."

A bitter meat plan is definitely a bitter meat plan!

Lin Yi immediately became vigilant.

Old Man Sun is definitely a good buyer. His face-changing speed is faster than that of the high-speed rail. He was just smiling, but now he looked "Yang Bailao" and complained to Lin Yi, saying that the museum is so difficult and he is miserable. The huge stall needs to be taken care of by himself. If the upper party does not allocate funds, the lower party will be desperate for money. He will almost cut his heart and cut his flesh, and he will not be able to reverse this situation.

Finally, the summary said: "Lin Yi, this book is a little less, is it OK to have 50,000?"

Dizzy, even more cruel than Cao Yidao.

Cao Yidao bargained for only half of the price, and the old man cut two-thirds directly.

"Ahem, Mr. Sun, it's not that I don't want to. As a junior, I have difficulties!" Lin Yi couldn't learn the speed of Old Man Sun's instant change of face, but he had his strengths, but he was just thick-skinned.

"You older generations have little pressure on life, but we are under a lot of pressure. If you don't talk about anything else, just talk about marriage, you must have a car, a house and a deposit. If you have less deposits, you still don't do it. You have to have seven figures and eight figures... You see, I'm not young anymore, so you can't watch me play a bachelor's life, right?"

Lin Yi directly linked his lifelong affairs to the selling price of this broken book, with a calm and confident expression, as if the book could not be sold at such a high price, so he would not be able to get married.

Old Man Sun has been playing books for so many years. As a third-grade player who has experienced the changes in the world, he has dealt with many people and cut prices with many people, but has never seen such shameless people---!!!

Get married? You kid are in the evening! Even if you can say such mischievous words, it’s a good thing you are a scholar.

Also, you kid just made 3 million just a few days ago. Why is this poor person?

Sighing, old, the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves forward, the waves of the previous waves die on the beach.

People are almost bachelor, what else can you say?

Old Man Sun had no choice but to show his trump card with his old face, "Xiao Linzi, I won't say much about anything else. I will accept it. The remaining price difference is to be considered as I owe you a favor!"

Lin Yi smiled. It was indeed a bit like a lion who spoke up for 150,000 yuan. The main reason was that the book was not very good. Lin Yi's psychological price was about 100,000 yuan, and 80,000 yuan was reasonable. The most important thing was this favor, which was absolutely worth buying for 20,000 yuan.

However, Lin Yi's satisfied expression cannot be expressed. For both the buyer and the seller, the more you are frowning, the more you take advantage of the other party.

So Lin Yi's face was embarrassed, hesitant, and reluctant, just like a yellow-flowered girl who was forced to sell herself in a tramp. She seemed very wronged, and finally she said two words: "Okay."
Chapter completed!