"I have a preference for goldware. If Boss Baolian has goldware in the future, he can come to me directly," Wu Difei said.

"Don't you like ancient jade?" Duanmu Baolian asked.

"The house is full of gold and jade." Wu Zhifei explained simply and neatly, "Gold and jade have never been separated."

Duanmu Baolian nodded and smiled: "I also love goldware. If there is a birthday boy, I will not sell it."

Wu Fei thought for a while, shook his head and said: "The Qing Dynasty palace believed in Buddhism. There are many golden Buddhas handed down from generation to generation, and there are also longevity statues, but there are not many and they are difficult to find. Of course, if you don't want ancient artifacts, you can consider ordering someone to make them."

"Yeah!" Duanmu Baolian smiled and said, "That's it? When you pay, the things can be taken away."

"Now!" Wu Dianfei said. As he spoke, he had already taken out his mobile phone, asked for Duanmu Baolian's bank account number, and called the bank to transfer money.

Within three minutes, Duanmu Baolian received the information that the bank account had been deposited, and said with a smile: "Master Buddha is yours."

"Yeah!" Wu Dianfei smiled, "I heard Lao Zhou say, you have a very nice painting here? Where is it? Take it out and show it to me, old man?"

"In my bedroom." Duanmu Baolian said, "That painting is not for sale."

"I only want to look at it, not buy it!" Wu Zhifei smiled, "The one you hung in the room is probably very precious, but -"

"But what?" Duanmu Baolian had already led him to the door of her bedroom and opened the door. When she heard what he said, she couldn't help but ask.

"Aren't you afraid that it's a high imitation?" Wu Feifei laughed softly, "As the boss of Jinmeifang, you are not afraid of people laughing at you when you get a high imitation to hang in your bedroom?"

"As long as I like the things in my bedroom, it doesn't matter whether they are imitations or genuine." Duanmu Baolian said with a smile, "Don't always think about attacking me."

"This little girl's level is quite high. It's hard for you to fool her." Mr. Mei couldn't help laughing.

"It seems so." Wu Zhifei nodded. When he said such a sentence, he really meant that he should be like Duanmu Baolian. He really made her depressed about the price of second-hand goods.

At this time, Duanmu Baolian had already opened the door and invited the two of them in.

When Wu Zifei entered the door, he immediately saw the picture of a fairy hanging on the wall. Not only was he stunned, he said after a long time: "Boss Baolian, where did you get this painting?" While speaking, he couldn't help but look at it.

I took a look at Mr. Mei. Maybe Mr. Mei has great supernatural powers and found it for him at a high price?

"Don't look at me. If I had this ability, I wouldn't be laughed at by you for two years." Mr. Mei spread his hands and said helplessly.

"This painting looks like an authentic work by Wu Daozi?" Wu Fifei frowned. The Duanmu Baolian painting was hung a bit high, and he couldn't take a closer look at it with a magnifying glass. "Can you take it down and show it to me?"

"You wait." Duanmu Baolian ran to the balcony, took the clothes drying fork, picked up the rope on the scroll, took down the ancient painting, threw it on the desk, and said with a smile: "Just look at it.

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Wu Jifei took a magnifying glass and a flashlight and looked at it carefully, even more carefully than he looked at the golden Buddha just now. He looked at it for about half an hour, and Duanmu Baolian was almost impatient. Then he said: "It should be true, here
Chapter completed!