The man took the incense burner in his hand and began to regret it again, "This must be antiques. I still get an antique shop for identification, otherwise, I will lose it."
"Okay, if the identification is not antique, I will give you up to two hundred yuan."
Yang Zimei said casually, "Either, that is, I will give you 10,000 now. You choose it yourself."
The man's eyes began to turn tangled. [[
Whether this incense burner is antique, he really doesn't know, just knows it when he is very young, he sees it on the incense case.
His ancestor is not a solid family. It is reasonable to say that there should be no antiques.
Even if there are, it should be sold.
Seeing Yang Zimei so casual.
He was worried that if he was identified as antiques, he didn't see 10,000 yuan in vain.
What is good?
Yang Zimei pulled the dragon and walked around.
An antique thing has always tested the eyesight and guts.
It depends on the man's eyesight and guts.
If he is willing to abandon 10,000 yuan and get an antique shop to identify it, then he can make hundreds of thousands of hundreds of thousands.
If you are reluctant, you will make it yourself.
She only walked out of ten steps, and the man chased up, "Oh, I said the little sister, my incense burner sells you at a loss, 20,000 yuan."
"10,000."
Yang Zimei definitely doesn't want to increase the price to him anymore.
If the price is a price, he will definitely doubt that it is a very valuable antique.
"15."
"10,000, I said Uncle, you sell it if you want to sell it. If you do n’t sell it, we have to rush home, do n’t grind it.” Yang Zimi said impatiently.
The man gritted his teeth.
Yang Zimei asked Longtian to get 10,000 yuan in cash from the counter. [
The man gave her the incense burner.
Holding the 100,000 hundred dollar bills in his hand, the man spit out with excitement.
This is good. He has money to gamble again. Don't please his wife anymore. He reached out and asked her to ask for money. Fortunately, he was smart just now.
The broken incense furnace he threw was picked up. He immediately doubted and suspected that he threw the treasure, so he chased it.
It's 10,000 now!
He immediately kicked this 10,000, first went to the lady in love with the love hair salon, enjoyed it, and then entered the underground gambling workshop ...
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"Oh, I found that I really didn't have a wealthy life. Obviously I wanted to pick it up in vain, but it took 10,000 more."
Yang Zimei held the incense burner road.
"You little thing, there are quite traitors."
Long Zongtian reached out and picked up the incense burner, "So dirty, so heavy, let me mention it."
Yang Zimei spit out his tongue, "Let's go directly to Brunei Street, let Mr. Song help to clean it, and by the way to identify the age and value of this incense burner."
"good."
Although Long Zhantian was a little anxious and wanted to go back and take the sword again, but seeing that she was so high, she would not follow her.
In fact, Yang Zimei also knew that he wanted to get a sword, but worried about what would happen, so he deliberately dragged it.
Come to Brunei Street.
The hawkers on the street knew Yang Zimei and saw that she was together with a tall and handsome man and a cold temperament.
Yang Zimei didn't have any shelves. When he saw the familiar people, he called enthusiastically.
Someone asked boldly: "Little eyebrows, who is he?"