"Old man, you don't have to curse, I don't like to show off." Duanmu Baolian said with a smile, "I have no interest in this porcelain bowl at all, so of course I want to sell it."

"What a charming little girl." Mo Zidan turned his eyes and landed on Duanmu Baolian. Then, he asked with a smile, "Old Wu, your granddaughter?"

"I don't have such a crystal clear granddaughter." Wu Difei sighed, "She is the boss of Jinmeifang."

"Mr. Mei looks very young, shouldn't he have such an old daughter?" Mo Zidan looked at Duanmu Baolian and asked with a smile.

"My name is Duanmu Baolian, and I am the boss hired by Mr. Mei..." When Duanmu Baolian said this, she also lacked confidence. Only the mysterious Mr. Mei could think of it.

"Haha..." Sure enough, after hearing this, Mo Zidan couldn't stop laughing like Wu Zifei, and everyone present also laughed secretly.

"Okay, little girl, in that case, let's make a price!" Mo Zidan said with a smile.

"I don't understand. How about Mr. Wu give me an estimate of the price." Duanmu Baolian said. The secret color porcelain seems to be more precious and rare than the famous Ru kiln porcelain. As for Ru porcelain, there has been one since the Qing Dynasty.

Saying - I will eventually have a huge fortune, but it is not as good as holding a piece of your porcelain in my hand, which shows how precious this porcelain is.

Wu Feifei thought for a while, he wanted to get this thing. The price was too high and he was not happy. But if the price was too low, the little girl didn't understand anything. However, knowing the name of the thing, she went back to check the information.

You can immediately tell the approximate price. So, after careful consideration, he said: "The market price is about 20 million."

When Duanmu Baolian heard these words, she immediately felt that the sky was full of bills waving to her. This was faster than the weather forecast saying: "Tonight, money will be dropped, please prepare sacks to make a fortune."

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"Little girl, 22 million, I want this porcelain." Mo Zidan said immediately.

"Twenty-three million." No one expected that someone in the crowd said loudly.

"Huh?" Mo Zidan heard this and turned around to look over, only to see a middle-aged man with a big belly shouting.

Duanmu Baolian took a look and realized that the middle-aged man was Mr. Yang, a wealthy character. The man who had just bought her a piece of mutton-fat white jade was considered a regular customer.

"Old Yang, you are really not kind enough." Mo Zidan and Mr. Yang obviously knew each other.

"Twenty-five million." Wu Fei felt that even if he was the host, he couldn't always let them. Forget about the mutton-fat white jade just now, but this secret-color porcelain, if he misses today, he may never see it again in his life.

Duanmu Baolian felt that she was scolded 250 times again. People have been scolding her 250 words recently.

"Thirty million!" Mr. Yang stretched out his belly, proving that his wallet was as strong and rich as his belly.

Duanmu Baolian looked at his pregnant belly and couldn't help but laugh, but she finally held back.

"You surnamed Yang, you are not a good person." Wu Fifei finally couldn't bear it any longer and shouted, "Are you stupid because you have so much money?"

"That's Mr. Mei, not me." Mr. Yang immediately retorted loudly.

Duanmu Baolian knew that the rich and stupid Mr. Mei they called was the Mr. Mei who hired her as the boss of Jinmeifang. She couldn't help but flatten her lips and underestimated in her heart: "I'll collect some good things from now on."
Chapter completed!