Chapter 508

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Yang Zimei rings the doorbell.

The door opened again, and a woman's voice was very angry: "who is it?"

Look at her appearance, it should be the one who just quarreled with her husband.

Yang Zimei motioned to the dragon to hand over the cake day by day, "Lan Qiuyan's home, I'm from Xiuli bakery. This is the cake you ordered."

"The cake we ordered?"

The woman's face slightly slowed down, took the cake, thought about it, a pair of originally angry pupil eyes immediately brightened up, "I'm LAN Qiuyan, yes, it's estimated that my husband ordered it."

"Well, please sign for it."

Yang Zimei handed her the receipt.

LAN Qiuyan signed his name.

"Auntie, you don't want this censer?" Yang Zimei raised the censer and asked.

"A broken thing, no, you can take it."

Blue Qiuyan impatient way, and then carrying the cake, body twist, bang a sound closed the door.

Yang Zimei shrugged.

Since she didn't want it, she picked it up. Who told her husband and wife to quarrel and throw things?

Since ancient times, it is not wrong for husband and wife not to get along with each other.

Yang Zimei happily looked at the censer, which was still dirty everywhere, as if he were looking at a treasure. This made the Dragon puzzled day by day and asked what the antique was.

Yang Zimei explained to him.

"Ha ha, your luck is really against the weather. If you send a cake, you can also pick up an antique." The Dragon couldn't help laughing.

"Yes, I'm so lucky."

Yang Zimei had not been proud for a long time, but caught up with the figure of a middle-aged man, stopped her and said, "sorry, little sister, this censer belongs to my family. Just now my dead mother-in-law lost her temper and threw things away. Now I want to go back."

Yang Zimei's interest is really sinking to the freezing point.

It seems that there is really no free lunch in the world. That's not wrong. Now people want to go back and have a good time.

"Uncle, I like it a little bit. Otherwise, you can make an offer and sell it to me, OK?"

Such a good thing, Yang Zimei is not willing to give it out like this. She also wants to wait for her new house to be built, which will be used to worship Bodhisattvas and shake the house.

The man shook his head. "This one doesn't work. This one's from my ancestors all the time."

"Really not?" Yang Zimei tried to ask, "no matter how high the price is?"

The man thought for a while, "it's not no good. The smelly woman in my house doesn't like this everyday and thinks it's in the way. I'm going to take it to the antique shop to identify whether it belongs to antiques. If so, I want to sell it according to the price of the antique."

The man was very smart. Seeing that Yang Zimei loved the broken censer so much, he doubted the value of the censer, so he casually put on an antique.

Yang Zimei laughed, "if it's antique, how much do you want to sell?"

"If it's Antiques, at least that number!"

The man held out a finger.

"A thousand?" Yang Zimei tries to inquire.

The man shook his head. "Ten thousand! You have to give me at least ten thousand, and I'll sell it to you. "

"Well, then ten thousand!" Yang Zimei was too lazy to bargain with him.

"Really?"

Men don't believe their ears a little bit, "do you really give 10000?"

"Well. I don't know if it's antique, but it's very suitable for my family's censer. Ten thousand is ten thousand. "

Yang Zimei nodded.

When the man heard this, he was surprised and then reached for the censer in her hand.

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