The door opened again, and a woman shouted angrily: "Who is it?"
Judging from her appearance, she must have just had a fight with her husband.
Yang Zimei motioned to Long Zhutian to pass the cake in his hand, "Let's go to Lan Qiuyan's house. I'm from Xiuli Bakery. This is the cake you ordered."
"The cake we ordered?"
The woman's face softened a little, she took the cake, and after thinking about it, her originally angry eyes brightened immediately, "I am Lan Qiuyan, I guess my husband ordered it."
"Okay, please sign for it."
Yang Zimei handed her the receipt form.
Lan Qiuyan signed her name.
"Auntie, don't you want this incense burner?" Yang Zimei raised the incense burner in her hand and asked.
"It's a broken thing. I don't want it anymore. If you want it, just take it."
Lan Qiuyan said impatiently, then she picked up the cake, twisted her body, and slammed the door.
Yang Zimei shrugged.
Since she didn't want it anymore, she picked it up. Who told the couple to quarrel and throw things away?
Since ancient times, there is nothing wrong with discord between husband and wife hurting money.
Yang Zimei happily took the incense burner which was still dirty everywhere and looked at it as if it were a treasure. This made Long Zhutian puzzled and asked what kind of ancient object it was.
Yang Zimei explained it to him.
"Haha, your luck is really incredible. You can give me a cake and pick up an antique." Long Zhutian couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah, I'm so lucky."
Yang Zimei hadn't been proud for long when she caught up with a middle-aged man, stopped her and said, "I'm sorry, little sister, this incense burner belongs to me. Just now my bitch lost her temper and threw the thing away. I
Now I want to go back.”
Yang Zimei's interest suddenly dropped to freezing point.
It seems that there is really no free lunch in the world, and that is correct. Now that others want to take things back, I am enjoying myself in vain.
"Uncle, I kind of like this thing. How about you give me a price and sell it to me?"
Yang Zimei was really reluctant to give such a good thing away. She also thought that after the new house for her family was built, it would be used to worship Bodhisattva Zhenzhen.
The man shook his head, "This won't work. This is what my ancestors have always left behind."
"Really not?" Yang Zimei tried to ask, "No matter how high the price is, it won't work?"
The man thought for a while and said, "It's not impossible. My stinky woman doesn't like this thing every day and thinks it's in the way. I'm going to take it to an antique shop to have it appraised to see if it's antique. If so, I want to follow the instructions.
We sell them for the price of antiques.”
This man was quite shrewd. Seeing that Yang Zimei liked this broken incense burner so much, he doubted its value, so he casually mentioned it as an antique.
Yang Zimei smiled and said, "If it's an antique, how much do you want to sell it for?"
"If it's an antique, it should be at least this amount!"
The man raised a finger.
"A thousand?" Yang Zimei asked tentatively.
The man shook his head, "It's ten thousand! You have to give me at least ten thousand, and I will sell it to you."
"Okay, ten thousand then!" Yang Zimei was too lazy to bargain with him.
"real?"
The man didn't believe his ears, "Did you really give me 10,000?"
"Hmm. I don't know if it is an antique, but it is very suitable for use as an incense burner for my home. Ten thousand is ten thousand."
Yang Zimei nodded.
When the man heard this, he was surprised at first, and then reached out to take back the incense burner in her hand.