Reborn 1990 hot wife chasing husband

Chapter 2780 Two hundred and five eyesight

"Ask the boss for more jars like this, I just happen to be arranging flowers." Ye Qingqing shouted.

Ye Mingcheng responded, and left by bicycle. The Antique Street is not far from here, and it only takes ten minutes to ride a bicycle, so he often goes shopping.

Ye Qingqing looked at the pot and asked the old man, "Master, what do you think of this pot?"

Dr. Hu didn't even look at it, and said: "There are many such things in the countryside. The rice is too small, and the pickles are not covered. They can only be used as urine jars. If they are good things, can the liar give them to your dad for free? It must be Worthless junk."

Ye Qingqing nodded, Dr. Hu was right, good things don't go to her father.

The old gentleman looked at the clay pot and said embarrassedly: "I have no research on ceramics, so it's hard to say. Shall I help you find an expert to appraise it?"

"No need, no need, I'm just asking casually, this jar is probably a fake." Ye Qingqing shook her head vigorously, she didn't bother, with her father's pissy nature, the baby would definitely not be able to do it.

Dr. Hu joked, "With the money from an expert appraisal, you can buy more than a dozen jars, which is not worth it."

Everyone laughed. They didn't even look at the pot. It's just an inconspicuous broken pot. The rice jars in the country are more practical than this one. And with Ye Mingcheng's [-] eyesight, what kind of treasure can he find? The boss picked up the defective products from the pottery kiln, so he gave it to Ye Mingcheng for nothing.

Ye Qingqing wasn't in a hurry to go home, she wanted to see what Ye Mingcheng brought back, she didn't wait too long, she came back in less than an hour, and there was an extra pot in the cart basket that was about the same color as the clay pot in Ye Qingqing's hand , but the mouth of the bottle is narrower and the neck is longer, more like a vase.

"Just one for you? This boss is too stingy." Ye Qingqing was not too satisfied with the newly brought jar, the mouth of the jar was too narrow to put a few flowers in, so the previous one is better.

"There's only one left at the stall." Ye Mingcheng murmured.

He went over aggressively, but the boss smiled, and he couldn't swear, but he still fought hard, and the boss finally agreed to give him one and let him choose it himself.

"I wanted to pick out a picture, but you asked for a jar, so you brought the jar back."

Ye Mingcheng was very regretful, he thought that painting was more promising, but his daughter wanted a jar, he had to satisfy her, so he would buy that painting later.

Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes, "It's a good thing you didn't choose paintings, those are fake products, this jar can still be used for flower arrangement."

Although the jars are not good-looking, the simplicity is what she likes. The pot-bellied jars are placed in the living room, and the long-necked ones are placed in her bedroom, saving her from buying vases again.

"In the future, don't go to that boss to buy things again. You have been cheated of money all these years, right? You have to shop around to buy things. You have to pick a trap. You deserve to be cheated!" Ye Qingqing complained.

Although one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, but her father has been raped by a black-hearted boss, and her heart feels tight when she thinks about it.

"Understood, I won't buy from that old swindler's booth in the future." Ye Mingcheng was also heartbroken, and decided to move the booth after buying the painting he had just fancy, and never deal with the old swindler again.

The old man glanced at the two jars Ye Qingqing was holding, but still couldn't hold back, and said, "I've looked at these two jars for some years, maybe Dr. Ye missed them this time, it's best to find an expert to take a look."

Although he doesn't know much about pottery, there are quite a few people in the antique circle, and everyone will show off their latest collections. The old man still knows a little bit. These two pottery pots are at least more reliable than the bamboo tube calligraphy and paintings before.

(End of this chapter)