Indian Shopping Adventure

 　　India is not a suitable place for shopping. Many Indians have too low income, so naturally they have no interest in shopping. Many Indians who work in companies have a low monthly income of only 1,500 yuan, but this is enough for them to survive. After all, they often do not need to spend much on housing. The house is very dilapidated, but it has been passed down from generation to generation, and the family lived together like that. It feels a bit like a large courtyard in our earlier years.

　　A local friend in India suggested that I buy shoes and sari (traditional Indian clothing), but repeatedly told me to bargain with the determination of "mortal", I asked: "How much discount is this determination of "mortal"? "

　　He said: "A few discounts are still too soft, so you might as well offer a fraction. For example, if the other party wants 960 rupees (1 ruble is about 0.09 yuan), you can boldly say 60 rupees."

　　I was thinking, if I follow this advice to bargain, can I leave India alive? The Indian market is classified. For example, where you sell shoes, all shoes are sold, and where you sell curry, they all sell curry. I traveled through the streets of Jaipur with my friends from India and finally saw a store that looked very serious. It is serious because it is very large, with two floors, full of shoes on the shelves. A man led us to the second floor and sat down on a blanket. He felt that the blanket was about to take off at any time. He sat on it and asked us what we liked.

　　I pointed to the one I liked. He whispered something to a guy, who turned back and carried a big bag. After opening it, it was full of shoes. He said very good for a while, and great for a while, as if he had received Steve Jobs's lecture training, and he was very proud of himself.

　　As long as I have any questions, he folds and folds the shoes, throws them, and pats them to prove the quality of his shoes. I was afraid that he might misunderstand me, so I hurriedly said: "We just bought a pair, not for wholesale. You don't need to be so excited."

　　He said, "It's okay, I will give you the best pair in the store."

　　Then he picked up a pair casually . .

　　I asked: "How much does this pair cost?"

　　He hit the number 1200 with a calculator. I remembered my friend’s advice and pressed 200 on his calculator. He swiped his hand on his neck, meaning you should kill me. However, after my repeated insistence, he still agreed to "kill" him and the deal was concluded. Then he took out the POS machine and asked me to enter the password after pressing the number. I saw, how is it in US dollars?

　　He said, this is the best pair of shoes in our shop, and you agree. I said that buying things in India naturally uses rupees, and he stroked his neck with his hand again. He has died twice in such a short time.

　　He said that rupees would be fine, but the price must be-he pressed 400 on the calculator. I thought to myself, this boss is so capable of bargaining, and he is so cunning, don't cause any death. Suddenly I remembered the warning from my friend before I left, and I must pay attention to my safety. I hurriedly said yes, and rushed out of the store with the packed shoes.

　　I finally failed to wear this pair of the best shoes in their store, because the bottom of it fell off the next day I wore it.

　　But at the time, I couldn't predict its poor lifespan. After we came out of the shoe store, we rushed to the saree store. The owner of the sari shop is very Indian, with a black face and a short figure, but he is wearing a white shirt.

　　I asked him whether the sarees here are priced in rupees or dollars. He said that the rupees range from 1,000 rupees to 10,000 rupees. Although in my opinion, the sari is nothing more than a large piece of silk, but under the various winding methods of the shop owner, it quickly becomes an elegant long skirt. Although the seller's show worn by this chunky boss was not very good, driven by a mentality of "all coming", I bought one for 3,000 rupees.

　　This saree was successfully brought back to China by me, but there was a problem. My wife had washed it 3 times and the water was still dirty. In the end, my wife completely gave up the plan to clean it and cut out a flower on it and placed it in a glass frame as a memorial to my trip to India.

　　When shopping in India, I feel that I have money and I can’t buy any good things. My last shopping was at the gate of the Jaipur Palace. A guy wearing a white shirt that seemed to have no buttons was lying under a tree. Holding some small frames in his arms. When he saw me walking by, he slowly approached me and said, "I painted it myself, you look at it."

　　I saw paintings of various scenic spots and animal themes in Jaipur, decorated with shells, feathers, etc. Then it was sealed with a wooden frame sealed with glass, which was pretty delicate. I looked at him, then looked at his work and asked, "You made it yourself?"

　　He nodded, and then said it's not expensive, 1,200 rupees apiece.

　　I flipped through it and found that there were 3 pictures that I was quite satisfied with, so I told him, "3 pictures for 1,200 rupees." After I walked a few steps, he leaned in and said you can add more. I said there could be no more. This process took about 5 times, and I think he was boring enough. I have a very firm attitude. If I don't give me 3 pictures at 1200 rupees, I will definitely not buy them.

　　Then he didn't follow me anymore. After waiting two hours, I walked out of the palace. He walked up to me and said, "Yes."

　　This buffer time is long enough. I said, "Would you like to think about it again, are you sure?"

　　He said, "I can still paint anyway, let's close the deal."

　　You must think I have met the future Van Gogh or Picasso.

　　I also wanted to express this story that way, but when I got home, I found the mark "Made in China" in the corner of the frame. I have traveled far and wide to help the motherland bring back the artwork that originally belonged to us, but I comforted myself, after all, it has been nurtured by the Indian Ocean and blessed by the Buddha.