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Tang Zhi nodded, "No, but it's still quite new, you wouldn't be able to tell unless you look closely."
Old Song flipped through the watches again and then nodded, "What price are you planning to offer for this one?"
"One hundred and eleven." Tang Zhi said after a moment of contemplation, revealing the price he had already thought out.
"A bit pricey at one hundred and one." Old Song was in the business of buying and selling, so he had to negotiate.
However, Tang Zhi wasn't just giving it away; he had experience: "Old Song, this is not expensive at all. Right now, a new watch in the department store costs at least over one hundred ten dollars, and you still need a warranty."
"My watch doesn't need a warranty, and if you don't look closely, you can't tell it's used, can you?"
Old Song shook his head. "Ten."
Tang Zhi also shook his head. "One hundred; it can't be any less."
"Seventy. You have to leave me some profit."
"Ninety. It wasn't easy for me to bring it all the way here. I have ten dollars left for you. That should be enough for your profit." Tang Zhi conceded a little.
"What? You have ten? All like this?" Old Song asked in surprise.
"Yes, they're all here. Take a look." Tang Zhi pulled out the watches from his bag.
Old Song looked at the nine watches on the table and couldn't help but gasp internally.
This was indeed a big deal, and although these watches weren't new, they were still in very good condition.
He wondered where Old Tang had gotten them from.
Seeing Tang Zhi take out ten watches at once, Old Song decided not to press for a lower price anymore.
Even if he only made twenty dollars on each watch, he could still earn two hundred dollars from ten watches.
"Alright, let's settle on ninety. We'll exchange cash for goods." Old Song concluded decisively.
"Great! I also have some sailor shirts, eight dollars each. Are you interested?" Tang Zhi pulled over a burlap sack from the ground.
"Let me take a look... Wow, these colors are vibrant! Alright, eight dollars it is." Old Song's eyes lit up at the sight of the sack full of sailor shirts.
"There are a total of one hundred pieces here; you can count them." Tang Zhi said.
"No need to count; given our relationship, I trust you on this." Old Song replied.
"Wait a moment; I'll get your money." Old Song got up and went into the back room.
Tang Zhi nodded and sat outside waiting for him.
After just a few minutes, Old Song returned, saying, "Here’s one thousand seven. Tang, you can count it."
Tang Zhi didn’t bother with polite refusals. He took the money and began to count it, one bill at a time.
Exactly one hundred seventy bills of Great Unity, not a single one missing. Perfect. Once he finished counting, he stuffed the money into his satchel.
He then turned to Old Song and said, "Alright, I’m leaving now. I have to head out again tomorrow."
Old Song followed him out, asking, "Where to this time? If you’re going far, how will you manage?"
"This time it’s Inner Mongolia. It won’t take long; I’ll be back before you know it," Tang Zhi replied as he walked out.
"Inner Mongolia? That’s a great place! Not to mention, there’s no shortage of cattle and sheep there," Old Song immediately seized on the key point.
Tang Zhi smiled at him but didn’t say anything further.
Old Song instantly understood.
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