Early in the morning, the students set up food stalls. The booth of our class is in the south, facing the whole playground. This terrain is not bad! The whole playground is full of people and people, like a busy big market. There are all kinds of goods on each booth: interesting toys, all kinds of books. ...
In our booth, there is a charity sale note written by Wei Yujie, a master painter in our class. Suddenly, many students in our class turned themselves into small salesmen in Class 5 (2). Xiong Yiqi, a student with a loud voice, was the first to shout, "Class 5 (2) is having a big sale, come and buy ~ ~ ~ ~", and the students swarmed in with him. "Brother, how much is this?" A junior three sister asked me with a book. "Well, since you like it so much, I'll give you five dollars." "Can it be cheaper?" My little sister's mind seems to have been seen through by me. "Well, I can sell you the money for 3 yuan!" Then, my little sister took 3 yuan money out of her pocket and put it in my hand. I took this 3 yuan money and put it in the hands of Luo Ziyi, the financial manager of our class charity sale. Then a teacher asked me, "How much is this book?" I said, "It's very cheap, only 4 yuan." She added, "Can you make it cheaper, just 3 yuan?" I said, "This is already the cheapest, and it can't be cheaper." Finally the teacher bought it.
Although there are many people who bargain, sometimes there are intimate and straightforward people, such as these things. At this time, a little brother asked me politely: "Excuse me, big brother, how much is this Pipiru?" I said enthusiastically, "I'll sell you 5 yuan cheaper, and it's 13.5 yuan outside!" The little brother nodded and said, "OK." I bought this book.
Although such strenuous bargaining makes me feel very tired, the decreasing charity sale is our greatest comfort. In this way, five pieces were accumulated slowly, 10, 13.
Sometimes I will go to other people's class stalls to see if I am satisfied. I will buy it, just like doing something!
On Saturday (1), I took a fancy to a pendant and wanted to buy it, but someone else offered the price of one in 2 yuan. I wanted to make a counter-offer, but on second thought, the money was donated to the mountains, so I relented and bought it.
There are fewer and fewer items for charity sale. Until the end, there were only dozens of books left, and no one wanted to buy them. We are all satisfied to be able to sell it to this point, but Dong Shulun still won't give up and shouted, "Spitting blood is on sale, 50 cents a copy!" Come on ... "Before I finished, the book was swept away.
The charity sale lasted for nearly two hours, and I seemed to see that all the money we earned from the charity sale grew a pair of invisible wings and flew to schools in poor mountainous areas.