"Here!" Duanmu Baolian pointed to the bottom shelf of the antique shelf and said, "You see for yourself, old man."

"Boss Pauline, why don't you put it down like this?" Because it was placed at the bottom of the antique shelf, Wu Difei had to bend down and lie on it to get a closer look. The Golden Buddha was also big, so it was very heavy to carry.

"I feel uncomfortable looking at it, so I put it down a little bit so as not to be an eyesore." Duanmu Baolian said.

"It's so beautiful, what's wrong with it?" Wu Fifei said he didn't understand. He only took one look at this golden Buddha and could guarantee that it was definitely not a counterfeit product made from molds on the market. Some of the gold craftsmanship in it was no longer what it is today.

The craftsmen are capable of it.

"How about moving it out and taking a look?" Wu Zifei asked.

"Do you want to buy it?" Duanmu Baolian pouted. If he didn't buy it, she really didn't want to bother to move it out to show him. If Head Zhou or Fatty Yang came to see this, she would definitely let them do it themselves, but

, although Wu Dianfei watched

He looks like a child with a temper, but he is old after all. The golden Buddha is heavy. What if the old man loses his waist while carrying it? What is more important is that if he is not careful, his hand will move.

What should I do if it slips or gets smashed?

Smashing the golden Buddha is a small matter, but smashing the floor of her house is a big deal.

"I kind of like it." Wu Zhifei said honestly, he really liked it.

"Okay then." Duanmu Baolian nodded and was about to take out the golden Buddha from the glass cabinet.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Mei called out: "Pauline, that thing is too heavy, let me do it." After saying that, he had already walked to the glass cabinet, took out the golden Buddha, put it on the small huanghuali wood coffee table, and said, "

Old Wu, just watch."

Wu Difei went up and down, left and right, holding a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully. Finally, he asked Mr. Mei to help him turn the golden Buddha over and read the handwriting below.

"It was from the 40th year of Qianlong's reign! It's a treasure." Wu Fei sighed, thinking that even if Duanmu Baolian wanted to sell it, the price would not be cheap.

"If you want it, I can give it to you at 20% lower than the market price." Duanmu Baolian looked at him with a smile and said with a smile, "Mr. Wu, look at it, you are already old enough to offer a golden Buddha.

Let him bless you with a long life?"

"I can't seem to find an excuse to not want it anymore?" Wu Zifei said with a smile, "If I don't want it, does that mean I won't be able to live a long life?"

"Of course not!" Duanmu Baolian said with a smile, "With your ambition, it's really not a problem to live a hundred years old."

"Life and death are matters of destiny. My old man doesn't care too much, but -" Wu Fei looked at Mr. Mei, leaned close to Duanmu Baolian, and whispered, "My old man's long life is not important. Don't you, little girl, not

I hope to enshrine a golden Buddha and help you find a good husband?"

Duanmu Baolian's peach-like face suddenly became covered with a layer of red clouds, as light as a thin rouge color.

"Are you still shy?" Seeing this, Wu Dianfei wanted to laugh even more, and immediately asked in a low voice, "Boss Baolian, I'm serious, if you have someone you like and you are too embarrassed to speak, why not come to me then?"
Chapter completed!