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

"This is definitely not a reason." Wu Fei shook his head and said. With his many years of experience, this little girl must be hiding something from him. "If you don't tell me, I will call Fatty Yang later and tell him."

, this golden Buddha of yours is a fake, hum...hem!"

"You damn old man, you're a cheat!" Duanmu Baolian couldn't bear it any longer and cursed, "Why don't you be so bad? You are the fox, you are just an old fox."

If this damn old man really calls Fatty Yang and says that her golden Buddha is a fake, then there is no need to find a buyer for her golden Buddha in Jinling City. Wu Fifei is an experienced appraiser in the antique industry.

Teacher, he said it was a high imitation, and the genuine product would also become an imitation.

Wu Dianfei was finally satisfied. Seeing Duanmu Baolian looking like she was going crazy, he immediately felt happy and immediately smiled and said, "How about it, Boss Baolian?"

"You also know that my name is Baolian." Duanmu Baolian said angrily, "As a lotus flower, I really don't want to be sat under the Buddha's butt. For this reason, I hate it when I see it.

I have to make a move as soon as possible, so I will give you a second-hand price, so you don’t get the advantage and still behave well, huh... huh!"

Wu Dianfei was listening blankly at first, but at the end of it, he couldn't help it anymore and fell down on the sofa, laughing so hard. Are you kidding me? Is this the reason?

However, looking at the angry look on Duanmu Baolian's face, it seems that she dealt with this golden Buddha cheaply, and this is a normal reason.

No wonder she insists on insisting on the second-hand price. It turns out that she is mentally unbalanced.

Mr. Mei heard her say this reason yesterday, but now it still sounds funny, especially when he hears her milky "humming" sound, he can't help but laugh.

"Master Buddha has been sitting here for thousands of years. How old are you today? Eighteen years old?" Wu Zifei finally laughed and breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but said, "What do you have to argue with Master Buddha?"

"That's because no one has cared about it before." Duanmu Baolian said dissatisfiedly, "I have cared about it now. I'm unhappy because I can't sell it yet. Besides, it doesn't stop me from asking a second-hand price."

"Chengchengcheng." Wu Fifei continued to laugh.

"If you don't want to buy it, just buy it." Duanmu Baolian said dissatisfiedly, "I didn't ask you to watch my joke. I'll just call the fat uncle later - the fat uncle will definitely like someone with a bigger belly than him.

Bigger.”

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

"Boss Baolian, I accept your price for second-hand goods, do a good deed, and take that golden Buddha that is an eyesore to you back to my house." Wu Difei said with a smile.

Although I said this, I was still very happy in my heart. Goldware from the Qianlong period, with slightly better craftsmanship, could be sold for tens of millions in the market. And this one has a little bit of historical value, and the market price would be even higher, if not for it.
Chapter completed!