Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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The face of the middle-aged man was slightly red. It was indeed Yang Zimei who was talking about the mahogany card with the stall owner just now, but there seemed to be no transaction between them.

Just now, when he passed by here, he stopped when he heard the words "Peachwood Plaque", and turned to the girl, only to find that there was indeed a Peachwood Plaque hanging around her neck that was exactly the same as the one in the seminar, which made him overjoyed , Can't help but make an offer immediately.

Considering that the owner of the stall is just a little girl, he only offered [-] yuan first, and if he refused to increase it slowly.

Who knew that when the price reached 20 yuan, Yang Zimei actually robbed the price to 100 million yuan. [

He looked at Yang Zimei carefully, and secretly admired that there was a girl in the world with skin as smooth and tender as white jade, and as elegant as an orchid in the sky, just like the goddess of Luohe, walking out of the picture scroll.

Immediately, he was surprised to find that the same mahogany plaque was hanging around her neck, which glowed faintly and darkly against her skin.

I saw two pieces at once, plus the one in Chairman Che Dongliang's hand, there are a total of three such mahogany cards.

Could it be that this mahogany card is not a rare thing?

But that day's academic seminar, which gathered academic elites from all over the country, couldn't figure out the origin of the mahogany card, let alone what year it was.

President Cha regarded that mahogany card as a peerless treasure that day.

Antiques are unique in their value.

Now there are three yuan in the world, and it is casually hung on a girl's neck, so the value is greatly reduced.

It is impossible for him to offer 100 million and grab it with Yang Zimei.

"Okay, I won't compete with you, but can you tell me, what is the origin of this mahogany card? Why are you wearing it?"

He also wanted to see if he could find some valuable clues from the mouths of these two girls, so that he could report to the president and study together to find out the origin.

"My grandmother left it to my mother, and my mother left it to me. I don't know why." The girl replied.

"Mine was sent by others."

Yang Zimei replied lightly.

"Are you really willing to spend 100 million to buy this thing, girl, are your parents willing to give you that much money?" the man asked unwillingly.

"I don't have 100 million now, but I will have it later."

Yang Zimei smiled, "I can sell the antiques I just bought. If you are interested, uncle, I can show you."

"Uh?"

The middle-aged man saw that she was only holding a dilapidated picture scroll in her hand. Although she couldn't see the inside clearly, judging from the color of the scroll, it looked like a street stall at all, and taunted, "Don't tell me, you What you are holding in your hand will be an ancient painting worth millions." [

"Exactly."

Yang Zi smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Originally, she wanted to take the painting back to Song Xuan for appraisal, and then send it to an antique shop for auction, but now that she urgently needs money, she can't handle more.

"Hehe, the girl is really joking."

The middle-aged man shook his head, "Don't think that you can pick up any big leaks on this road. Don't think that the paintings look old because they are really ancient paintings. They are just old."

"Whether it's true or not, uncle, you'll know when you look at it."

Yang Zimei carefully unfolded the painting on the small table where the girl was doing her homework.

There were quite a few spectators around, wanting to see why she was so sure, the ancient painting in her hand.

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