As long as you can make money, Duanmu Baolian has never been an overly greedy person.

"Little girl, business is good today." Even Mr. Yang laughed.

"Little girl, did you receive this painting?" Wu Difei asked tentatively.

"Yes!" Duanmu Baolian nodded and agreed with a smile.

"How much did you charge for it?" Wu Fifei knew clearly that he should not ask such a question. In the antique industry, one has to pay attention to one's eyesight and experience. Picking up missing pieces is also common. Even if it was Duanmu Baolian who picked it up on the roadside, it was worth a penny.

She didn't even ask for money, that was her ability.

Of course, Wu Dianfei didn't know that Duanmu Baolian had actually picked up a treasure on the roadside.

Hearing Wu Daofei's question, Duanmu Baolian looked at Mo Qingyi with some embarrassment and said, "Mr. Wu, is it okay if we don't talk about this issue? I'm afraid if I do, Mr. Mo won't buy it and will ask me to return it.

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She took all the money, didn't get to eat the meat in her mouth, and even asked her to vomit it out.

"Little girl, you can rest assured." A middle-aged man next to him chuckled, "According to the rules of the antique industry, once the transaction is completed and the money and goods are paid, it will have nothing to do with it from now on. Don't say that what you are selling is genuine, even if you use high-end products.

The counterfeit goods have deceived Mr. Mo, so he can only admit his defeat."

"Oh? Duanmu Baolian smiled. Although she had carefully studied the various rules of the antique industry, she still felt that doing so seemed a bit cliché.

"That's the truth!" said the potbellied Mr. Yang just now, "if you sell it at a low price, you can only consider yourself unlucky."

"Okay!" Duanmu Baolian thought of the old man selling used books and said, "I paid eighty yuan and bought a few books together. The old man selling books kept scolding me for two hundred and five."

She couldn't help but despise the old man selling books.

"Eighty yuan? How many books are there?" Wu Fei felt that he was really old. How come he had never encountered such a good thing?

"He doesn't know there are paintings in the book?" Mo Qingyi also sighed in frustration. This mistake was a big mistake.

"He knows!" Duanmu Baolian said.

"He knew it and still sold it?" Wu Feifei sighed, "He still called you two hundred and five, but he is two hundred and five! His whole family is two hundred and five."

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and a few people even said: "If he knew, I'm afraid he would scold himself for being two hundred and five."

"Then how do you know that this is an ancient painting?" Wu Difei was really curious about Duanmu Baolian.

"Doesn't this look very old?" Duanmu Baolian said, "You were on the phone, laughing at me so hard..." As she said this, she almost pointed at her. She felt wronged.

"Yes... it's very old!" Wu Fifei really wanted to buy a piece of tofu tomorrow and forget about it. It looks very old? So it is an antique? If this is how antiques are played, then what are they doing with these old antiques?

ah?

"Old Wu, you still bully a little girl?" Mr. Yang laughed and said, "You are so old, you are too old to be a grandfather, and you still bully a little girl?"

"Yes, Mr. Wu is so bad!" Duanmu Baolian also laughed.
Chapter completed!