Happy Little Mayor

Zhang Rui fancy a pocket sabre in Maxson's counter, less than half a meter long, and the handle is carved from jade. The mild handle and sharp edge contrast sharply.

"How much is this knife?" He asked happily after gesturing for a while.

Maxson said: "One thousand pieces. The handle is Miranda jade from the North Island. It is warm and rough. It will not slip by hand after sweating. The blade is a thousand-layer steel that I rolled by myself. Sheep head. "

One thousand New Zealand dollars was close to five thousand yuan. Zhang Rui was a bit reluctant and shook his head to put down the knife.

Maxson stopped and said, "Are you King's friend?"

"Yes, our college classmates." Zhang Rui replied.

Maxson immediately said quickly: "Okay, then you don't have to pay any money, I will give you this knife."

Zhang Rui thought he heard it wrong, and his English was not very good: "Are you talking about discounts?"

"Yes," Maxson laughed. "Zip off, so you can take it, it belongs to you."

Zhang Rui didn't understand his joke, and asked in wonder: "What's the discount?"

"It's free for you." Wang Bo handed him the knife. "The boss meant no money."

Zhang Rui shook her head and said, "Don't, this won't work. What about a five thousand knife?"

Maxson laughed: "Wang helped me a lot, and his friend is my friend."

Wang Bodao: "You can choose what you like here, and I have nothing to give everyone. Some things here are pretty good."

Maxson didn't understand Chinese, but just smiled and nodded.

Fan Dong joked: "The old man is still laughing. He definitely doesn't know what your corrupt officials are doing. If he knows you want us to take it casually, he will definitely cry!"

Wang Bo said: "What a cry, big business, I will give him money."

"Don't bite the ticket, yo vote." Maxson said in Chinese, and he could understand the Chinese "money" sound.

The group looked at each other, and Qingyang grinned, "I have an invoice. This is what I taught him. How is it?"

Maxson's horse shop is full of handicrafts, and some Maori people will also sell their own things for him to sell for one-fifth of the commission.

Wang Bo was right at first thinking that this kind of harness shop is looking for death in the alleys of Austrian city, and can only slowly rust, but in tourist attractions like Sunset Town, it is a treasure house.

Not only do foreign tourists like to come here to buy things, residents of many New Zealand cities also come here to buy some favorite gadgets to take home.

One month after Maxson moved in, the turnover exceeded the past ten years!

Asking classmates to choose gifts, Wang Bo looked at the things in the room and said, "I remember you sold a lot of goods here last month.

Maxson wiped a silver cup and laughed: "Haha, since my dad, we have been making some favorite things. Where can we not sell them? Of course, it is in the warehouse that has accumulated goods for 40 or 50 years. How could it be sold so quickly? "

Wang Bo said with interest: "Wasn't there handicrafts from 40 to 50 years ago?"

"Of course, this cup is, look at its style, light and simple, this is the style after World War II, because the war consumed a lot of materials, so the materials used in household appliances must be carefully calculated."

Wang Bo said: "This is a cultural relic, my old man, wouldn't you still sell it at an ordinary price?"

"I think the price is high enough. Like this knife, you asked me to sell a thousand pieces. Previously, they sold a hundred and fifty. This kind of jade is worthless ..." Maxson stayed in the alley of Austria Too long, still old-school ideas.

Wang Bo shook his head: "You are wrong to think so, listen to me, re-divide the price, how much do you sell like this cup according to the material, age, and man-hours spent?"

"This is more expensive. It has to be sold for 220 yuan, because it is made of sterling silver. You see how well I keep it, and no part of it is oxidized." Maxson said smugly.

Wang Bo patted the table: "Five times the price, 1,100 yuan!"

"How could this be sold?" Maxson hesitated.

Wang Bo said: "You think of it as a wine glass, of course, it is difficult to sell, but if you use it as a collectible and a World War II souvenir, the price of 1,100 yuan is too low!"

Maxson pouted his lips: "This is the trader's practice."

Wang Bo hehe laughed: "You're right, I have devoted myself to the development of tourism, just to give everyone the opportunity to become a traitor."

It would not make much sense to define Maxson's shop as a harness shop, but define it as an art shop, which would be of great value and could even be speculated.

Of course, there are many horse shops in New Zealand, and there are many old craftsmen like Maxson. This is the reason why he used to shop in the Austrian city.

However, foreign tourists, especially Asian tourists, do not know this. Most of the tourists who come to New Zealand for tourism are rich, and Wang Bo feels that making their money is justified.

The students chose a good thing. Each person chose two or three items. The boys chose knives and protective gear, and the girls chose some exquisitely crafted accessories.

Maxson signaled them to leave after watching it, and Pharaoh asked, "How much is it?"

The old cowboy laughed: "Each knife is a craft. You have a friend who took away a commanding knife equipped by an officer of the Oceania Cavalry Corps during World War II. That's at least 5,000 yuan!"

"So expensive?"

"You said, come at the price of crafts!"

"I'm letting you kill tourists, let's do it ourselves, at internal prices."

Maxson laughed: "If you are a man, you can give me a hundred dollars."

Wang Bo shook his head and said no, "Business is business, at least it has to make you get back the cost. I don't want to be told that my mayor Wang is greedy for cheap. My pharaoh is an official with two sleeves!"

"It's a shame that you are the mayor," Maxson said, a little stunned. "I can at least talk to someone who is so righteous. I think I can go to a mayor or city councilor."

Just kidding, Wang Bo let him pay, Maxson still shook his head: "The reason I don't like to define high prices is, boss, you know, I'm over sixty years old, I have no children, and I don't use my family, then I What's the use of making so much money? "

Wang Bo thought for a while and said, "You can be a charity fund, and I'll let Eva help you, Maxson Cowboy Foundation, to help those who need you. In this way, you see, even if you die your reputation will be One pass. "

Maxson blinked, and he seemed to be touched, his face flushed: "Yes, this is a good idea. I can use the money I make for public welfare."

"It can cost a lot of money, so you have to set a price."

Maxson said: "Of course, this batch of goods must be well priced, let your friends come back first, I did not look good just now, I have to make a good fortune!"

Wang Bo: "Grass, shoot yourself in the foot!" (To be continued.)

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