He glanced at Chen Shuhui seriously. Walking to the counter, he took out three paintings and unfolded them.

Qi Baishishizhang painted two shrimps and Zhang Daqian painted one lotus flower.

"How much?" Chen Shuhui asked.

"This shrimp painting costs 200 yuan per picture, lotus painting costs 100 yuan per picture, 20% off, and you will be charged 400 yuan." said the old man.

Chen Shuhui raised her eyebrows and did not say something cheap. Because today's calligraphy and paintings are generally worthless, and these two paintings are very small. One of them is only a few square feet. This price was the market price at that time.

But it is also a good thing to be cheaper than 100 yuan.

"Thank you for the deal, master!" Chen Shuhui took out a stack of money from her bag, counted half of it, and handed it to the young man.

The current 500 yuan can be exchanged for the future more than 5 million yuan. In any case, it is profitable.

The same is true for the bracelets on your hand. At this time, it was too expensive to buy a set of jewelry for 2,000 yuan. What else can you buy for 2,000 yuan now?

10 bicycles, or 10 radios, or a large black and white TV, or a refrigerator.

How much will these things be worth in the future? You may have to throw away dozens of trash.

But this set of jewelry will be worth 20 million or more in the future.

If she is willing to sell.

The more Chen Shuhui looks at it, the more she likes this bracelet. After her body temperature drops, it will keep it from dropping. It can keep her cool and comfortable body temperature.

This is a portable air conditioner! It won't be sold at all!

"Come on, write it down." The old man took the book and said.

"I have to register?" Chen Shuhui didn't want to register. They knew that these things were in her hands, so that they could remember them in the future.

It seems that you can't buy things yourself in the future.

Chen Shuhui truthfully completed the registration procedures and left.

If she hadn't met that Vivi just now, she might have lie, but now it's not possible.

Before leaving, Chen Shuhui picked three beautiful flower pots from the jar on the ground, each of which costs 10 yuan, and went home to make flower pots.

Everything in her room was fine, but the clay pot on the windowsill made her very dissatisfied.

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Yang Ling threw away her handbag as soon as she arrived home.

"Dad, is there any news about Chen Shuhui?"

Yang Jianguo is at home today. In fact, he is half retired and often stays at home.

"Wait, it should be very fast." As soon as the words finished, the phone rang on the desk.

Yang Ling picked it up.

It's really what the informant said.

"What? Did she never have an affair with a man before?" Yang Ling didn't believe it: "Where did this child come from?"

She firmly didn't believe that this child was Tian Fengchuan's. Today, she also met Chen Shuhui. She worked in the hospital. She had seen many of them. Chen Shuhui's seemed not like a three-month-old person.

Yang Ling immediately said: "Don't you investigate it clearly?"

There was some dissatisfaction on the other end of the phone: "We are all professionals... We found the elderly, children and people who like to talk about each other, and asked them separately, but in fact there was no one. The key point is that Chen Shuhui was said to have hardly gone out in the past, did not participate in labor, and had no chance to contact men."

"If she didn't show up in front of people, there would be a better chance!" Yang Ling said immediately: "She can't even tell how many people she has involved!"

"Of course, we also considered this, so we investigated all the men in Sandaogou. They worked almost every day, and few people asked for leave. Even if someone asked for leave, it was because they had something to go out, or there was other evidence, which had nothing to do with Chen Shuhui."

Yang Ling paused and said, "That's a man from other villages!"
Chapter completed!