Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

But, Jin Rongruo couldn't help but admire Duanmu Baolian's good luck. It could be seen that this little girl didn't know how to gamble with pearls at all. It was even said that she didn't know it was a pearl oyster when she first started.

Lao Bai also said that when she was picking pearl oysters, she would look like this Tumpo, that Touchou, and she had a playful look on her face. Plump and big.

But due to the rules of betting betting, he didn't say a word, but asked the two guys to help Duanmu Baolian put the chosen one aside.

Then, there were also two guys who opened the shells. Duanmu Baolian never touched those shells again. She just took the storage bag and put the pearls cleaned by the guys into the bag.

In this way, out of her one hundred shells, pearls worth tens of millions were produced, but out of his eighty shells, only two slightly larger pearls were produced.

Thinking of this, Jin Rongruo couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"What are they looking at?" Jin Rongruo asked curiously.

"Boss Zhen brought an ancient painting, which he said belonged to Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty. The painting is beautiful, and the little girl is so cute." Duanmu Baolian said with a cheerful smile, "I really want to buy it, but Boss Zhen wants to buy it." 5000 million, selling me is not worth that money."

"The little girl is so cute..." Jin Rongruo felt that his brain was a little short-circuited. Are all the little girls so open-minded now?But when he thought about it, he realized in an instant, what happened to him?Sperm on the brain?The little girl said——the chick in the painting is very cute, where did he go?

"Song Huizong's paintings are indeed worth the money." Jin Rongruo said hurriedly, hiding his embarrassment by the way, "I'll go and have a look too."

"Okay!" Duanmu Baolian nodded, she was not interested, because that painting was a high-quality imitation, if you say it badly, it was a fake.

5000 million to buy a fake, she would not do such a thing without brain damage.

On the other side, Yang Nairu asked softly, "Old Wu, give me a word!"

Wu Dafei took a magnifying glass and looked at the painting carefully inside and out, then put it down like this, turned around and walked away.

"Mr. Wu..." Boss Zhen said with a sneer, "How do you look?" As he spoke, he was extremely nervous.

Wu Shufei was able to hold such an antique exchange in Boya Pavilion because he was indeed very rich, and he was well-connected in Jinling, with people from all walks of life.

On the other hand, it is because he is a leader in antique identification, and he has a pair of piercing eyes. He can see things with at least seven or eight layers of confidence.

Therefore, those wealthy people who come to Boya Court to buy antiques, when they come across valuable things, they will ask him to look at them, confirm the authenticity, and then negotiate a deal.

Otherwise, if you spent a lot of money and bought a high-quality imitation, wouldn't you be wronged?

"Has Boss Zhen sent it for appraisal?" Wu Shufei asked with a frown.

"No!" Boss Zhen shook his head and said, "I'm a little nervous recently, and I don't want to send it for appraisal. Besides, it's too eye-catching to send such things for appraisal."

When everyone heard this, they all nodded their heads in secret praise. Indeed, if these things are sent to be appraised, they will cause trouble if they are not handled properly.

"You should send it to the state agency for appraisal." Wu Shufei said, turning around and walking towards the rest area.