Looking at the Hou San who turned his face to him, Mr. Song subconsciously turned his gaze to the side, "Well, when has the table in our house become so beautiful? Look at the lines and the lines, oh, even this paint strip is so artistic...

Looking at Mr. Song's reaction, Hou San just smiled awkwardly. Yes, he was also confused. With the character of this old man, how could he give him any tips at this time? Not to mention that because of the slutball affairs he had done before, this master has never liked him. This little girl is obviously the younger generation of the old man. If this old man doesn't pull himself in, it is already abiding by the rules and giving him face.

Looking at the others, except for the other girl (Zhao Jing) present, everyone could tell that they were all old fry, so there was no need to count on them.

So what price should I call? Three or five hundred? Although this is not expensive for an ordinary flower arrangement vase, it is not very cheap. But can it be sold at this price? Three or five thousand? Just throw it over. Even though I know it is a "fake at a glance", I still buy it for 30,000 or 50,000 yuan. That is a great hammer. Hou San scratched his head. The price is really hard to open.

After thinking for a long time, Hou San's face turned red, and finally said, "Well, this price is really unavailable! Forget it, I won't sell it anymore."

Haha, this is strange. The person who said he wanted to sell things, and the person who said he couldn't offer a price was also him. If it was an ordinary thing, Jian'er would forget it. In fact, with her ability, well, the most important thing is with the ability of this fat mouse in her arms. It is really not difficult to really want to buy a treasure and pick something missing. Jian'er doesn't need to stare at something, but this thing is absolutely different. If she did not make a mistake, it would be better not to leak out. It would be bad for this thing to be held in her hands by ordinary people. Jian'er was about to say something, but Old Master Song was stuck on the side.

"Monkey Three, let's talk about it. What's going on?" Mr. Song realized that the matter might not be what he thought, so he couldn't help asking.

"Mr. Song, that, what I said before is the truth." Hou San smiled bitterly. Knowing that his previous bad behavior made the old man think he was making up stories again. After all, he had a criminal record. "This time, my mother asked me to sell this bottle. I said that the aunt was sick and that was a real thing. It happened to be the hospital receiving an expert group. If they had arranged their surgery, the success rate would be much higher than that of the doctors here. I finally paid for the money and asked someone to rank my aunt. But the money plus the surgery fee, hey... " Hou San couldn't help but sigh hard. This is really a little bit of money until it was used!

"The old foundation of her family, plus my family, is still 28,000 yuan short of all, but the disease cannot be delayed. Now, it seems that the time for the operation is about to be done. If the money is not paid, the operation will probably be ruined. The expert team will not be able to catch up when they leave. If I had known that I would not have been so trampled on before, I would not have fallen to this day..." Having said this, Hou San couldn't help squatting down, patting his head hard, looking regretful.

Seeing the way in Hou San, everyone present reacted inconsistently. Mr. Song seemed to be thinking. This Hou San really didn't seem to be a lie. If this is the case, it would be fine if he reached out to help. After all, he had a passionate relationship with Hou San's grandfather. He helped him as his friendship. After all, he didn't lack that 30,000 or 50,000 yuan. However, before deciding to help, he still had to ask the old aunt what was going on and then make a decision. After all, Hou San's record is quite bad.

The two male compatriots looked disapproving. It’s not that they were cold-blooded or something, but that this kind of thing is just a common joke in the antique industry. I have heard a lot of stories that are more exciting and sympathetic than this. Most of these things are fake. Just listen to them, and you don’t have to take them to your heart.

And what about Zhao Jing? The little girl was full of sympathy and seemed to be almost wiping her tears with others.

"Success! Then I will give you 30,000!" Jian'er said readily, "Even if the extra two thousand is enough for me to buy nutrition for the old man, do you think this will happen?"

"Girl, you..." Old Master Song hesitated for a moment, wanted to say something but did not continue to say it. After all, if he spoke at this time, it would be a taboo.

So Jian'er, under Hou San's repeated claims of thanking and Old Master Song's eyes, sent money to Hou San's account, which was considered to have completed the transaction, and the pastel flat bottle was obtained in this way.

"Girl, hey..." After seeing Hou San off, he hung a sign that was closed today at the door. Old Master Song closed the door, then turned around and sighed at Jian'er, shook his head, but didn't know what to say.

"Ha, don't worry, old man, I can't lose this time." Knowing that Old Man Song was worried about him, Jian'er didn't go around in any circle and just put the words down.

Looking at Jian'er's confident look, Old Master Song looked at Jian'er in surprise and suspicion, wait! Could it be that there is another mystery in that bottle?

"Let's go in and talk." After that, Jian'er took the bottle and returned to the inner room first.

The rest of the people looked at each other, exchanged their eyes and chased after them. Could it be that they had missed something just now?

When I entered the inner room, I saw Jian'er sitting on a chair, holding the "fake" pastel bottle she had just bought for 30,000 yuan, and was watching carefully. From time to time, I even weighed it gently.

"Girl, you..." Old Master Song hesitated for a moment, then spoke, but he didn't know where to start.

"Old man, take a closer look at this pastel flat bottle." Jian'er gently put the bottle on the table and put it on.

Mr. Song looked at Jian'er in confusion and looked at the bottle again. He didn't understand what was better than this obvious "fake"? But out of trust in Jian'er's vision, Mr. Song picked up the bottle again and looked at it carefully.

Body, glaze, shape, size, and size. Finally, Mr. Song picked up the bottle and weighed it in his palm. After this, Mr. Song's face changed. He suddenly turned the bottle over, touched the bottle with his fingertips, and finally put the bottle on the table and tried it with a finger. Finally, his face changed and he sat down. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!