Every time Mo Qingyi saw flowers wrapped in wrapping paper, he felt uncomfortable. He couldn't figure out the habits of Duanmu Baolian before, so he followed the crowd. He wrapped them in wrapping paper and embellished them magnificently.

However, he realized afterwards that she was actually like him, and she liked to raise fresh cut flowers in a clean bottle.

"There is a blue and white porcelain jar, which is just right with this flower." Duanmu Baolian looked at the white tulips and said, "The fifth one in Xuanzi Pavilion."

Mo Qingyi turned around and went to the antique shelf to look for bottles. However, after finding the fifth one in Xuanzi Pavilion, he was not only stunned, but the shelf was empty.

"Bao Lian, where is this jar?" Mo Qingyi asked curiously.

Duanmu Baolian looked at it curiously and was stunned. Not only was the fifth blue and white porcelain jar in Xuanzi Pavilion gone, but also the seventh one in Huangzi Pavilion. If she remembered correctly, it should be a black gold glaze-broken branch peony flower jade pot spring.

"Xia Ying?" Duanmu Baolian shouted hurriedly.

In the kitchen, Xia Ying heard this and hurriedly ran out and shouted, "Boss, those two vases have been sold."

"What?" Duanmu Baolian was stunned. The two vases were sold, five thousand each. Who was over? She just saw that two bottles were missing. She instinctively thought that Xia Ying had moved somewhere else to embellish her, or even accidentally knocked them out. Anyway, it was not an important thing, and she didn't care, but she sold them...

"This afternoon, a fat man who is so big and swollen came." Xia Ying said, and gestured, "I came in and saw it. I wanted to buy two bottles and asked me the price. I thought the boss had ordered that five thousand each one, and no money could be lost. However, whenever people buy things, they like to pay a price, so I said--"

Speaking of this, Xia Ying's voice became shorter. In fact, he felt a little sad. He had never done such an outrageous thing in his life.

Almost everyone in the room looked up at him, Duanmu Baolian asked, "How much did you offer?"

"Twenty-hundred thousand!" Xia Ying said in a low voice.

"Oh my God!" Ximen Mingyue touched her head and shouted, "Bao Lian, I finally understand why you are so rich. This... bottle is sold for 200,000 yuan? Among your batch of porcelain, the best ones will not exceed 2,000 yuan. The average one is only about 300 to 400 yuan, but you actually sell for 200,000 yuan?"

"He has a bargaining." Xia Ying also felt that he was such a bad-hearted capitalist.

"How much did you sell two bottles?" Duanmu Baolian was speechless. These are all handicrafts. Are there handicrafts? They are worthless!

"Eighteen thousand!" Xia Ying felt ashamed. Everyone stared at him like this. He felt that he had really committed an unforgivable sin. "I was going to tell you that I was going to come back, but I told you that as a result, Young Master Mingyue and Mr. Feng were forgotten."

"You...how could you do it?" Ximen Mingyue felt incredible. If this was really an antique, even if it was a handicraft antique, Duanmu Baolian had asked someone to make it old, and he also recognized it. However, the bottles were all marked by Jingdezhen, which were brand new...
Chapter completed!