Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

"My family runs an antique shop, and I always have to sell things." Duanmu Baolian said dissatisfiedly, "Should I only take in and not sell?"

"This is definitely not a reason." Wu Shufei shook his head and said, based on his years of experience, this little girl must have kept something from him, "If you don't tell me, I'll call Fatty Yang later and tell him , your Golden Buddha is a fake, hum... hum!"

"You old man, you cheating!" Duanmu Baolian couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed, "Why don't you be so bad, you are a fox, you are an old fox."

If the dead old man really called Fatty Yang and said that her golden Buddha is a fake, then don't try to find a buyer for her golden Buddha in Jinling City. Wu Shufei is a senior expert in the antique business. Teacher, he said that it is a high-quality imitation, and the real one will also become a fake.

Wu Yifei was finally satisfied. Seeing Duanmu Baolian wanting to go crazy, he was immediately happy, and immediately smiled and said, "How is it, Boss Baolian?"

"You also know my name is Baolian." Duanmu Baolian said angrily, "As a lotus flower, I really don't want to be sat under the buttocks of the old Buddha—for this reason, I hate it when I see it. You have to sell it as soon as possible, so I will offer you a second-hand price, don’t get cheap and act like a good boy, hum... hum!"

Wu Yifei listened in a daze at first, but at the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, fell on the sofa, leaned back and forth with laughter, what kind of joke are you talking about, that's the reason?

However, looking at Duanmu Baolian's indignant expression, it seemed that it was a normal reason for her to dispose of this golden Buddha cheaply.

No wonder she insisted on insisting on the second-hand price. It turned out that she was not psychologically balanced.

Mr. Mei heard her say this reason yesterday, but it still feels funny to hear it now, especially when he heard her childish "humming", he couldn't stop laughing.

"Master Buddha has been sitting for thousands of years, how old are you today?" Wu Jufei finally let out a sigh of relief from a smile, and couldn't help but said, "What are you and Master Buddha bothering about?"

"That's because no one has ever bothered with him before." Duanmu Baolian said dissatisfiedly, "I'm now. I'm not happy, I can't sell it yet, and it doesn't prevent me from offering a second-hand price."

"Cheng Chengcheng." Wu Shufei continued to laugh.

"If you don't want to buy it, just get it." Duanmu Baolian said dissatisfied, "I didn't ask you to come and see my jokes, I'll call the fat uncle later--the fat uncle will definitely like someone with a belly bigger than his. bigger."

Wu Shufei managed to stop laughing. Hearing Duanmu Baolian's words, he immediately raised his head, looked at the golden Buddha, thought about Yang Nairu's big belly, and couldn't help but want to laugh again.

"Boss Baolian, I will accept your second-hand price and do good deeds. Please take that golden Buddha that is an eyesore back to my house." Wu Shufei laughed.

Although I said so in my mouth, I was still very happy in my heart. Gold wares from the Qianlong period, with slightly better craftsmanship, sold for tens of millions in the market, and this has a little historical price, and the market price is even higher. This little girl's thinking is different from that of ordinary people. It is definitely not an easy task for him to buy it at this price.