Duanmu Baolian was too lazy to pay attention to these two disrespectful people. She immediately turned on the computer, entered the website, entered her admission number skillfully, and then entered——

Yang Nairu and Wu Zhifei both gathered together to watch. It took a long time before Wu Zhifei took the initiative to ask: "Boss Baolian, your English score is too... bad, isn't it?"

"Fortunately, the total score is not bad." Duanmu Baolian glanced at the total score and let out a sigh of relief. She had never learned English well, and she admitted that she had failed in the exam. As long as the total score reached the college score line, she would be fine.

Then she was relieved.

"Fortunately, the boss of Jinmeifang does not require CET-6 or anything like that." Duanmu Baolian laughed at herself, otherwise, she would not be qualified for the position of the boss of Jinmeifang.

Yang Nairu and Wu Fei both laughed, and then Yang Nairu asked with a smile: "Little girl, what university are you going to go to? Tsinghua University? Fudan?"

"Do you think I'm a candidate for admission to Tsinghua University?" Duanmu Baolian pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly, "I love my family and want to go to Jinling University, but I don't know if my score is enough?"

Yang Nairu took the note from the side and copied down her scores, admission ticket number, name, etc., and then said: "I'll call you tomorrow and take care of you. It's not difficult to get someone into Jinling University, you little girl."

It’s too serious, why are you so anxious about such a trivial matter?”

"At this age, this little girl is still innocent and wants to be down-to-earth." Wu Fifei chuckled.

Duanmu Baolian checked the score and was in a good mood. She didn't care about the two people's teasing. She immediately smiled and thanked him and returned the computer to Yang Nairu, ready to look at other people's things.

The antique exchange in Boya Pavilion is similar to the antique exchange in Confucius Temple, except that the grade is much higher. Moreover, at Confucius Temple, there are nine fakes and one real one. It can even be said that one can find one out of a hundred items.

An authentic product is considered good, but in Boya Pavilion, there are at least two or three levels of authentic products.

There were a lot of good things, but when Duanmu Baolian asked about the price, she was immediately frightened. If she wanted to buy the things in this place and resell them, the possibility of making money would be slim.

After wandering around, Duanmu Baolian couldn't find anything to buy, but at this moment, she suddenly saw a dozen people surrounding her, laughing and talking about something.

Out of curiosity, Duanmu Baolian also leaned over to take a look——

"Wow, there are so many river mussels!" Duanmu Baolian couldn't help but exclaimed. There were all kinds of river mussels piled on the ground, all of them big and small.

"Little girl, these are not fried clams!" A middle-aged man kindly reminded Duanmu Baolian.

Duanmu Baolian turned to look at him and asked with a smile: "Uncle, what can this person do if it can't cook?"

"This is a good thing, it's called a golden butterfly shell." The middle-aged uncle said with a smile.

"Golden Butterfly Shell?" Duanmu Baolian sounded a little familiar with this name. She seemed to have heard it somewhere. After thinking about it, she suddenly remembered that the last time she went to buy a gold ring for that greedy golden plum bug, there was one on the counter next to her.

It was a pearl seller, and she heard the waiter introduce that those beautiful golden pearls came from the South Sea golden butterfly oyster.

"A pearl producer?" Duanmu Baolian asked hurriedly.

"Yeah!" The middle-aged man nodded and smiled, "Little girl, do you want to pick one?"
Chapter completed!