Chapter 509

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the man took the censer in his hand and began to repent, "it must be an antique. I'd better get it to the antique shop first, otherwise, I'll lose."

"Well, if it's not antique, I'll give you at most 200 yuan."

Yang Zimei said casually, "or, I will give you ten thousand. You choose. "

The man's eyes began to twist.

He really didn't know whether the censer was antique or not. He only knew that he saw it on the incense table when he was very young.

His family was not a wealthy family, so there should not be any antiques handed down.

If there is, it should be sold.

See Yang Zimei so casual.

He was worried that if he was not identified as antique, he would lose 10000 yuan in vain.

What should we do?

Yang Zimei led the dragon to walk day by day.

Antiques have always been a test of eyesight and courage.

It depends on the insight and courage of that man.

If he is willing to give up 10000 yuan and take it to the antique shop for identification, he may make several hundred thousand yuan.

If you don't give up, you will earn yourself.

She just can't get out of ten steps, the man caught up with him, "ouch, I said little sister, I sold the censer at a loss. It's 20000 yuan."

"Ten thousand."

Yang Zimei absolutely does not want to increase the price for him.

If the price is increased, he will doubt that it is a valuable antique.

"Fifteen thousand."

"Ten thousand, I said uncle, if you want to sell, you can sell it. If you don't sell it, we'll rush home and stop grinding." Yang Zimei's impatient way.

The man bit his teeth and said, "ten thousand is ten thousand. Now give cash immediately."

Yang Zimei asked the dragon to take out 10000 yuan of cash from the counter machine next to him day by day.

The man gave her the censer.

Holding the ten thousand brand-new 100 yuan bill in his hand, the man spat excitedly.

This is good. He has money to gamble again. He doesn't have to flatter his wife and ask her for money. Fortunately, he was smart just now. According to his wife, a young man and woman who looked rich in clothes picked up the censer he had thrown away. He immediately became suspicious and suspected that he had thrown away the treasure, so he chased after him.

Now it's worth ten thousand!

He immediately kicked the 10000, first to those sex and love salon bubble girls, have fun, and then enter the underground gambling house

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"ha ha, I found that I really didn't have a windfall fortune. I had to pick it up for nothing, but it cost more than 10000 yuan."

Yang Zimei held the incense burner.

"You little thing, you are a traitor."

The Dragon reached for the censer day by day. "It's so dirty and heavy. Let me carry it."

Yang Zimei spat out his tongue. "Let's go directly to Brunei street and ask Mr. Song to help clean it. By the way, we can identify the age and value of the censer."

"Good."

Although the dragon was a little anxious to go back to take the sword again, he did not follow her when she was so interested.

In fact, Yang Zimei also knew that he was anxious to take the sword, but worried about what would happen again, he deliberately dragged on.

Come to Brunei street.

The street vendors all know Yang Zimei. They don't dare to greet her when they see her with a tall, handsome and cold-blooded man.

Yang Zimei didn't put on any airs. When he saw the familiar people, they all cried enthusiastically.

Someone boldly asked, "Xiaomei, who is he?"

"Hey, hey, my boyfriend."

Yang Zimei bares his teeth.

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