Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

Duanmu Baolian's face turned even redder. After thinking about it, she still whispered: "Mr. Wu, for the sake of this Golden Buddha, if I want it in the future, you can help me."

"It's a deal!" Wu Shufei glanced at Mr. Mei and said seriously, "If your boyfriend dares to bully you, my old man will do the same for you. What price do you want for that golden Buddha?"

"2000 million, 200 million, no bargaining." Duanmu Baolian said with a cheerful smile.

"This price is indeed a little lower than the market price, which is very good." Mr. Wu immediately knew that this price was definitely very kind. If he counter-offered, it would be a bit dishonest.

But why did he always feel so awkward hearing this number?Suddenly, Wu Shufei thought of what Duanmu Baolian said, and hurriedly said, "I'm not a bastard!"

Duanmu Baolian sat on the sofa, bent down laughing, and Mr. Mei, who came up after her, couldn't help but smile too.

"Baolian, 200 million won't work, I'm a standard second-hand product." Wu Shufei shook his head again and again, "Are you kidding me?"

"How about 500 million?" Duanmu Baolian said deliberately.

"I am not two hundred and five, old man." Wu Shufei couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "2000 million, otherwise, my old man will not want it."

"Not for sale!" Duanmu Baolian answered with a crisp smile, "You don't want it, there are plenty of people who are willing to be second-hand. I'll give Uncle Fat a call later."

"You..." Wu Shufei felt that he was an old man, and he couldn't argue too much with the little girl, so he touched his chest and said, "Sure, a second-hander is a second-hander, but—"

"But what?" Duanmu Baolian asked.

"Can you tell me why you don't like this golden Buddha?" Wu Shufei couldn't figure it out. For other things, Duanmu Baolian obviously didn't want to sell, and he also knew that Duanmu Baolian was not short of money and couldn't be sold. It doesn't matter if she sells the golden Buddha, even if she fiddles with some jewelry, she has enough money in her hands, enough to ruin her for several years.

As for the luxury goods of those international brands, no matter how expensive they are, there is a reason why she cannot afford to sell them. Therefore, Wu Shufei couldn't figure out why Duanmu Baolian was so eager to sell this golden Buddha. Could it be that this golden Buddha What's the problem?

However, he believed in his own eyesight, because he wanted to buy it, so he looked very carefully. This is definitely the golden Buddha ordered by the Ministry of Internal Affairs during the Qianlong period, with exquisite workmanship, perfect shape, and no defects.

"You really want to know?" Duanmu Baolian said.

"Yeah!" Wu Shufei nodded and said, "If you don't tell me, I'm not sure about buying it. You little girl is different from Mr. Mei."

"Oh?" Mr. Mei asked in confusion, "What's the difference?"

Wu Jufei laughed and said, "Your Mr. Mei is a representative of Qian Duoduan's stupidity when it comes to antiques. It's a joke in our circle. But this little girl is simply a little fox."

Mr. Mei thought about Duanmu Baolian getting tired of him just now, and he almost got tricked because of his inattentiveness, so he nodded immediately in agreement.

"Who is it?" Duanmu Baolian said hastily, "Why am I a little fox?"

"The little girl is so bad." Wu Shufei said, "Boss Baolian, I agree with your second-hand price, but you must tell me why you are so eager to sell this golden Buddha?"