The girl raised her head, put down the pen in her hand, and showed an innocent and sweet smile, "Sister, take a look at my place to see if there is anything suitable for you."
"OK."
Yang Zimei knelt down and looked at the objects casually.
"Huh? Sister, the pendant you are wearing seems to be the same as mine."
The girl suddenly screamed in surprise, staring at Yang Zimei's neck.
Yang Zimei reached out and touched the mahogany sign, pursed her lips and smiled, "Yes, what a coincidence, sister, where did your pendant come from?"
"My mother left it to me."
The girl also reached out and touched the mahogany card, with a hint of sadness in her expression, "My mother passed away last year."
Yang Zimei's heart sank. She had originally thought of buying the girl's peach wood sign at a high price?
But she didn't expect that it would be so important to her.
"Sister, where did your pendant come from?" The girl looked at her with shining eyes, as if she felt an extra sense of intimacy because of the same mahogany sign.
"It was a gift from my boyfriend."
Yang Zimei smiled.
"So it turns out, I thought my mahogany card was unique before, but I didn't expect you to have it too. What a surprise." The girl sighed.
"Um."
Yang Zimei nodded, and wanted to ask her out loud if she would sell her the peach wood sign, but she was embarrassed no matter what.
"Little sister, do you want to sell the peach wood sign around your neck? I'll give you 10,000 yuan."
A middle-aged man passed by and saw the peach wood sign on the girl's neck. His eyes lit up and he asked aloud.
Yang Zimei looked up at him.
He has the elegant temperament of Song Xuan, and you can tell at a glance that he is a person who studies antiques.
I guess I saw the same peach wood sign on the girl's neck as in the academic seminar, so I wanted to buy it.
The girl touched the mahogany sign on her neck, shook her head and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry, this is what my mother left for me. No matter how much money I have, I won't sell it. You'd better take a look at my stall to see if there is anything suitable."
Bar?"
"One hundred thousand!" the middle-aged man continued to bid.
When the girl heard the price, her expression froze, and her eyes lit up with a certain look.
However, after thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "I can't sell what my mother left me."
"Two hundred thousand!"
The middle-aged man noticed the little girl's hesitation and continued to increase the price.
When she heard 200,000 yuan, the little girl was a little stunned and looked at the middle-aged man blankly, "Uncle, you want to spend 200,000 yuan to buy this thing from me? This thing of mine is not made of gold or silver. It's just
A sign made of ordinary peach wood."
"I just like this brand made of peach wood. Little sister, can you sell it to me for 200,000 yuan?" The middle-aged man said seductively when he saw the girl's heart moved.
"I'll give you one million!"
Yang Zimei said loudly.
When the girl saw someone offering 200,000 yuan, she wanted to sell her mother's belongings. She couldn't sit still anymore and asked for a price.
"elder sister--"
The girl looked at Yang Zimei in surprise, "Are you kidding me? You want one million to buy this from me? Do you have that much money?"
"I have."
Yang Zimei nodded, "I can't let this peach wood tablet fall into the hands of others. If you want to sell it, just sell it to me."
When the middle-aged man saw Yang Zimei competing for goods with him, he said angrily: "Girl, do you understand the rules of the market? I am dealing with her now, how can you get in the way?"
"Uncle, I was discussing the deal with this sister first, and you got involved later." Yang Zimei responded unceremoniously, "You are the one who doesn't understand the rules."