Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

And this little girl obviously didn't understand, she was purely curious, this touch, that touch, all innocent and innocent, he was idle and bored anyway, and he didn't care about chatting with the beautiful little girl.

"Uncle, don't treat emerald as a stone." Duanmu Baolian said solemnly.

"Ha..." Mr. Mei and the others discussed this topic just now, but now that Duanmu Baolian brought it up again, he couldn't help laughing.

"Okay..." The middle-aged uncle smiled bitterly, "Emerald is also a stone, anyway, diamonds are also stones, and precious jewelry are all stones."

"They are all beautiful stones." Duanmu Baolian had already counted the number of emeralds at this time, and immediately asked deliberately, "Uncle, how many pieces of jadeite wool did you bring?"

"A total of 22 yuan!" The middle-aged uncle said with a smile, "It's only two days. I'm a little worried about whether I can sell it, but don't really miss the travel expenses."

Mr. Mei couldn't help laughing again, this number——is what Duanmu Baolian said.

Duanmu Baolian touched each piece, even the piece that Feng Tang was looking at, she did not give up, but she was very disappointed, none of the 22 pieces of jade wool had a golden aura, in other words, They are all stones, and it is definitely a loss to buy them.

Feng Tang looked at it together, put down the magnifying glass, raised his head and asked, "Boss, how much is this?"

"Oh... this piece has a net weight of 27 kilograms, which is not small." The middle-aged uncle said hurriedly, "Besides, look at the fine sand..."

"Boss, I'm asking you for the price." A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Tang's mouth, and he said lightly, "I didn't ask you to say sand, the sand is fine, and it can't just be sold as glass, you still have to cut it open and look at it." knew."

"Uh...Okay!" The middle-aged uncle was a little embarrassed, thought for a while, and then said, "If this piece is green, it must be glass, and this piece is authentic old Pagan, but it is a good thing. I also have some years in my hand, if this little boss wants it, I will give you a cheaper price, 250 million."

Mr. Mei couldn't hold back this time, and laughed out loud, while Duanmu Baolian smiled with crooked eyebrows.

"Boss, I look like two hundred and five?" Feng Tang cried and laughed, "Look, my friends are laughing like this."

"Uh... this... I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The middle-aged uncle scratched his head and said, "How about two hundred and two, can it be less."

"I'm not a scumbag either." Feng Tang said solemnly.

"How did such a good figure come to be like this?" The middle-aged uncle sighed, "Little boss, I sincerely want it. If you make a price, I can sell it, so I will sell it directly."

Feng Tang was about to speak, but someone said, "80, this number is auspicious."

The middle-aged uncle was taken aback, and at the same time Feng Tang and Duanmu Baolian turned around, they saw the doctor standing beside Feng Tang holding red wine.

"Boss, don't make trouble." The middle-aged uncle was a little annoyed. The rule of stone gambling is that when others are negotiating the price, others are not allowed to intervene, rush to buy or talk nonsense. Those who know how to do it will abide by it.

But this middle-aged man obviously didn't follow the rules. Of course, the middle-aged uncle understood after thinking about it. This place may not be full of knowledgeable people, maybe it's just those prodigals who are idle and panic.