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Chapter 491

Chapter 491

The look in the saleswoman's eyes made Zhong Jiawei unable to calculate the value for money and could only buy the pot.

However, what surprised her was that Jiang Zhihao took the pot away from her and said with a smile: "It's just for cooking. There is no need to use this. Just buy one that costs one or two thousand and it will be enough."

The female salesperson also quickly agreed: "That's right, although this pot is the most high-end, the price-performance ratio is really not high. You two probably don't cook much, so a pot priced at 2,000 is pretty good."

Zhong Jiawei didn't care much about what the saleswoman said, but she was very moved by Jiang Zhihao's behavior.

My husband never takes money seriously. He can earn or spend it. If he were to do it by himself, he would definitely choose whichever one is best.

But now he doesn't buy a pot worth more than 7,000 yuan, but instead buys one or two thousand. It's not because he realizes the importance of cost-effectiveness, but because he cares about his own feelings.

I knew I didn't like being too extravagant and wasteful, so I changed my living habits.

What more could you ask for from such a man.

After spending less than 4,000 yuan to buy two pots, Zhong Jiawei took her husband's arm and went to check out with satisfaction.

Although the trip cost nearly 300,000 yuan, she was very happy and felt light when she walked.

Zhong Jiawei's happy mood made Jiang Zhihao equally happy. For him, nothing is more important than making his wife happy.

After settling the bill and giving the mall the delivery address, Zhong Jiawei suddenly remembered another thing.

She looked at Jiang Zhihao and asked with a strange look on her face: "The vase I gave to my dad before, isn't it also very valuable? Tell me the truth, how much does that vase cost?"

Jiang Zhihao thought for a moment and said, "It's not very valuable, maybe four to five million."

Zhong Jiawei's heart skipped a beat when she heard that, four to five million?

Although she had made mental preparations in advance, she was still shocked by this number.

Thinking that her parents didn't seem to like this vase very much, she felt a little panicked.

If you don't like it, it means you don't value it, which means it may be destroyed at any time.

With Shao Hailan's temper, it's normal to throw something into the trash can when you encounter something you don't like.

Thinking of this, Zhong Jiawei could not hold back and immediately asked Jiang Zhihao to turn around and go to his parents.

"Now? Why are you going there?" Jiang Zhihao asked puzzledly: "The shopping mall will deliver the things in a while."

"Oh, let them move into the house first. It's a fingerprint lock anyway. Just give them a temporary password." Zhong Jiawei said.

She was embarrassed to directly say that the vase given by Jiang Zhihao might be thrown away. After all, this was also her husband's wish, and she was afraid of hurting people's hearts by saying it.

Although Jiang Zhihao couldn't fully understand what she meant, he could roughly guess that it might have something to do with the vase.

Since Zhong Jiawei insisted on going, he told the mall about the situation and then drove to Zhong's house.

When I arrived at the door of my house, I happened to see Zhong Wenxing getting out of someone else's car.

The person who drove him home was none other than the superior of Zhong Wenxing’s work unit, who was also the one who organized the exhibition of calligraphy and painting. Also traveling with him was a friend of his superior who opened an antique and antique shop in the city.

The conditions are pretty good.


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