Everyone saw the melons peeled out by Wen Xu, which was quite beautiful. They stretched out the small silver forks in their hands, and put them in their mouths, forked the small and thin petals that were almost three centimeters thick and thin, and after taking a few bites, they couldn't help but speed up. After eating, they quickly stretched out the silver forks in their hands and started to fork the second piece. In the end, everyone simply put down the cup in their hands and began to concentrate on dealing with the two watermelons on the table.

Xu Daxin not only ate it by himself, but also took a few pieces to the waiters nearby and asked them to taste it.

"It's very good! I don't admit that your watermelon is better than mine. Whether it's sugar or the taste of the melon soil, it reaches a delicate balance!" The Western boy raised a thumbs up to Wen Xu and praised him.

Wen Xu was ill because of this girl. He didn't expect that this person's Chinese level was so good. If he covered his eyes and listened to him, he would never feel that this person was a foreigner. He spoke standard Mandarin, which was more pure than Xu Daxin and others. Wen Xu felt that he could go to Chaoting Station to be the host.

"Your Chinese is really good!" People praised his melon, but Wen Xu simply praised his English.

"My name is Aonzo, from Florence, Italy. You can call me Aon like them. I opened a Chinese restaurant on Sifang Road," Aonzo said.

Wen Xu was a little confused when he heard that the restaurant this guy opened was a Chinese restaurant. Foreigners always opened Western restaurants in China. This guy opened a Chinese restaurant? What a fucking thing he wanted to make a fuss?

Zhuo Yiqing said at this time: "Aangzuo's restaurant is called Bihuansha!"

When Wen Xu heard this name, he couldn't help but leaned back in his heart, because Bihuansha is not only famous but also quite famous. On the anniversary of his love last year, Guan Siya thought of going to this restaurant. Who knew that when Wen Xu called, he could not book a restaurant a week in advance. Moreover, the meal for two people would cost more than a thousand yuan. Even in Mingzhu, there were not many places in Bihuansha. It is said that although Bihuansha's place was quite large, it ordered the entire floor of the building, but there were not many locations, less than two hundred. Each table guaranteed relative privacy. Even if you eat through a wall, you might not meet once from beginning to end.

Looking at Aangzuo, Wen Xu thought to himself: This foreign devil is not simple. Foreign devils can actually make such a big name when they serve Chinese food!

Wen Xu was looking at the foreign devil Aangzo, but he didn't see anyone staring at the watermelon knife in his hand.

Yu Yao pushed the glasses on his nose and asked Wen Xu: "Can I see the watermelon knife in your hand?"

Wen Xu held the blade in his hand in his hand and handed it to Yu Yao.

Yu Yao took the watermelon knife, looked around and looked at it, and the expression on his face became very exciting. After watching for a while, he asked Wen Xu: "Friend, where did you get this Uz short knife?"

"Wuz Short Knife?" Wen Xu was a little confused and began to search for what this was?

Looking at Wen Xu's face was confused, Yu Yao changed his words: "Damascus short sword!"

When I talked about Damascus Wenxu immediately felt it was thunderous, so I opened my mouth and said, "One of my elders gave it to me before my death, and I didn't tell me about Damascus or something. Are you sure it's a Damascus short knife?"

When Yu Yao heard Wen Xu say this, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, threw it into the air, and then stroked it with a short knife to the handkerchief falling in the air. Then he saw that the originally piece of handkerchief had been divided into two petals in silence.

"Wow!" The people around almost exclaimed at the same time.

Yu Yao said, "And your short knife has a name. This kind of knife is not something that ordinary people can use. It can only be owned by high-ranking Persian nobles or kings. Such a knife can be made by the most top craftsmen in that era. However, I don't know Persian and don't know what is written on your hilt. If it is a name, and it can be matched in history, your short knife is more valuable. If it is not very famous or unknown, the value of this knife will be less. But it depends on the sharpness. No matter how you look at it, it must go up by 200,000 yuan. It is enough for you to use it to peel watermelons."

Originally, Wen Xu was excited when he heard it was a Damascus knife, but when he heard that he had only 200,000 yuan, his joy was like a basin of cold water, and there was no flame at all.

"There is nothing to delay the 200,000-strong watermelon peeling," Wen Xu said. When he heard Damascus, Wen Xu felt that the ore of this thing had been mined and the forging method had been lost. After all, he had to be one million, and he had to be on the side. After a long time of trouble, he had to be 200,000, which was so disappointing for him.

"The price is higher and higher as you go, especially for the top-level Wuci Steel Short Knife like you. Although the price seems very low now, you may not be able to fight hundreds of thousands or even millions when you meet the right person. If you want to sell, I will find you a buyer. If you don't guarantee anything else, it's 500,000!" Yu Yao stretched out a slap and shook it at Wen Xu.

Wen Xu heard that 500,000 yuan was gone, and now the RMB fell to a point. If you get 500,000 yuan, you will probably have to spend 600,000 yuan to buy this thing after a while. Why is this thing a valuable antique? It really retains much value than paper money in your hand!

"How about this, you sell me, I will exchange it with you with the Q5 outside the door. I bought the brand new Q5 for less than a week, and I only ran 800 kilometers," Yu Yao said.

Wen Xu shook his head and said, "Forget it, I have to keep this thing. It's better to keep it for the elders to give it to memorial!"

"By the way, where did you plant this melon?" The man who started bragging about European melons saw that Yu Yao's short knife business could not be negotiated. He reluctantly returned the knife to Wen Xu's hand, so he said in his mouth.

"What?" Wen Xu asked.

"Can you take the test? Can the content of various heavy metals meet the standards? What I am talking about is a strict standard, not the kind of fooling people," the man asked looking at Wen Xu.

Wen Xu said with confidence: "So, if my melon cannot meet the standards, there are probably no melons planted on the earth that can meet the standards!"

Wen Xu knew that the owner of his space was from the Ming Dynasty. If there were this fertilizer and a large ingredient at that time, there would be no matter what the Qing Dynasty had. Not to mention the Qing Dynasty, there would be nothing else in Europe. The things produced in the space were absolutely pure natural and pollution-free products.

"Then can I use it for testing?"

Wen Xu heard this and asked back, "I said you have nothing to do to test it, why are you doing?"

"If you pass the qualification, I will buy the watermelon!" The man asked in surprise when he heard this, "Don't you sell watermelon?"

Wen Xu had to nod and said, "Yes, but this melon is not sold well, mainly because of the high price!"

Hearing the high price, the man frowned slightly: "What is the price? It's not calculated in terms of US dollars, right?"

"No matter whether it is US dollars, one hundred yuan per person!" Wen Xu gave a price of 100 yuan at once. In his opinion, a basketball-sized watermelon is indeed expensive. This happy season in the market is considered off-season, and the price of watermelon is also high. A good melon is only nine yuan per pound, and his melon is more than twice as expensive as in the market. Five or six pounds of watermelon is called such a price because Wen Xu doesn't want to sell it to this person now, especially the boy in front of him, who thinks that such a charming boy is not very popular with him.

Who knew that when this person heard it, he was 100 yuan per person, and he was immediately happy: "Okay, 100 yuan per person, but when you leave later, don't put it here, just put it at the doorkeeper. If the test is passed, I ask you for 120 watermelons every day!"

Wen Xu didn't expect that a hundred watermelons would be cheap, and then he thought, "What kind of husband's is used to cook Fiji mineral water, and that small bottle is over ten yuan. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is unaffordable for this price, but this amount is nothing to some people!"

"There is no problem with the test, but I have a requirement for delivery here, that is, today's goods are paid in full, and you can't delay it! If you delay it once, the price will rise by ten yuan per person, and it will continue to rise until you don't want it," Wen Xu said.

When Wen Xu said this, the man suddenly felt a little confused about what he meant: "Where are you doing business like this? Monthly settlement is normal. Who has ever heard of daily settlement? You are no different from taking the money and picking up the goods?"

Wen Xu said: "I seem a bit outlier in doing this, but to be honest, there are not many people who know the word "reputation". Most businessmen in China regard these two words as archways and are used for people to see, but no one takes it to heart. I am afraid of the account. If you think it is not suitable, let's forget about this business. If you want to eat melons, I will give you a few calls. But if it is a business, I have to follow my method! We are villains first and gentlemen, otherwise I would rather not do it!"

Wen Xu said that this person was not sure whether to cry or laugh. He laughed dryly for a while before saying, "Let's do this, you should leave a melon, according to the food standards of Europeans, especially heavy metals. If you can pass it, I will ask you to make a reservation. There are 120 per day, according to your requirements. If it is not the case, let's just pretend that this has never happened!"

"Finish!" Wen Xu was not interested in being entangled with him or something, so he nodded directly.

After saying this, Wen Xu found that he had nothing to say with these rich second generations, so he smiled at everyone: "Then you are busy, I'll say goodbye first!"

After saying that, he smiled at Xu Daxin, raised his foot and walked the way back and forth, and disappeared into the corner arch in a short while.

"This person is really awesome. There are a few people who carry money and pick up goods in business now!"

"Look at him, he seems to be fearless. He pays if he wants it. If he doesn't want it, I don't want it, and I don't want it. Now he sells vegetables so good. The world has changed?" Yu Yao looked at Wen Xu's disappearing arch and said with a smile.

Xu Daxin said: "How is it? Do you think this person is interesting? This vegetable seller is not an ordinary vegetable seller. Just because he is willing to give up the 200,000 yuan, this person is considered interesting."

"It's really interesting, different from ordinary people. By the way, this melon is really delicious. After eating this melon, I can't be interested in other things in the cup. You know, I have never liked to eat watermelon. I ate about five slices today," said one person.

"I'll take the melon to test tomorrow. If it's so good as he said, purely natural and pollution-free, then I'll ask him to order."

Zhuo Yiqing said, "Han Tao, why did you let him make this money? Look how annoying he looks!" After that, he stretched out his hand and couldn't help but touch another piece of watermelon and put it to his mouth: "People are a little ugly, but watermelon is really good!"

Zhuo Yiqing's actions made the people around her amuse themselves. After chatting for a few words, everyone put their attention on this project. Starting from drawing them in one stroke and discussing them while drawing them.

When these Zi Fu Er discussed Wen Xu, Wen Xu was also thinking about this group of Zi Fu Er. Wen Xu felt that these Fu Er were different from the Fu Er in the usual sense. Of course, Wen Xu would not feel any fuss. The so-called "same rice raises a hundred people", and there are many people who are from poor people who do bad things. It is naturally not new to have some promising rich second generations. Wen Xu is not very good at putting a type of person into the same mold.

But I have to complain a few words in my heart: You guys, one by one, either Ferrari or Baoshi, can't do something that rich people should do normally? The little girl who has nothing to do, was caught by the protagonist as described in the book and slapped her face. She was so cool about it. She had nothing to do. And looking at the design draft you drew, she was so pretty.

It’s okay if I have money, but you are still motivated by yourself. Isn’t this going to drive away the poor?

Thinking of this, I met a group of ambitious rich second-generations, which really made Wen Xu not know what to say for a while!
Chapter completed!