Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

Every time Mo Qingyi saw flowers wrapped in wrapping paper, he felt uncomfortable. He didn't know Duanmu Baolian's habits before, and he also followed the trend. Whenever he sent her flowers, he would wrap them in wrapping paper and embellish them. magnificent.

However, he found out afterwards that she was actually the same as him. For fresh cut flowers, she likes to keep them in a clean bottle.

"There is a blue and white porcelain pot, which is just right for this flower." Duanmu Baolian looked at the white tulips and said, "The fifth one in Xuanzi Pavilion."

Mo Qingyi turned around and went to the antique shelf to look for bottles, but when he found the fifth one in Xuanzi Pavilion, he was not only stunned, but the shelf was empty.

"Baolian, where is this jar?" Mo Qingyi asked curiously.

Duanmu Baolian looked at it curiously, and was immediately stunned. Not only was the fifth blue-and-white porcelain pot in Xuanzi Pavilion gone, but the seventh one in Huangzi Pavilion was also gone. If she remembers correctly, then It should be a jade pot spring of a peony flower with broken branches in Wujin glaze.

"Xiaying?" Duanmu Baolian called out hastily.

In the kitchen, Xia Ying heard that, ran out in a hurry, and shouted: "Boss, those two vases are sold."

"What?" Duanmu Baolian was stunned, those two vases were sold, five thousand a piece, who could eat enough?When she saw that two bottles were missing just now, she instinctively thought that Xia Ying moved her to some other place for decoration, or just accidentally knocked them out. , sell...

"This afternoon, a big and swollen fat man came here." Xia Ying said while gesticulating, "Come in and have a look, want to buy two bottles, ask me the price, I think the boss has ordered, five One in a thousand, not less than a penny, but when people buy things, they like to pay back the price, so I said—”

Speaking of this, Xia Ying's voice dropped. In fact, he felt a little sorry. He had never done such an outrageous thing in his life.

Almost everyone in the room looked up at him, and Duanmu Baolian asked, "How much did you ask for?"

"20!" Xia Ying said in a very low voice.

"Oh my God!" Ximen Mingyue rubbed her head and shouted, "Baolian, I finally understand why you are so rich. This... bottle sells for 20 yuan? Among your batch of porcelain, the best one will not exceed 2000 yuan, ordinary ones, the cost price is about three or four hundred, and you actually sell them for 20?"

"He has a counter-offer." Xia Ying also felt that he was such a black-hearted capitalist.

"Two bottles, how much did you sell for?" Duanmu Baolian was also speechless, these are handicrafts, there are handicrafts, and they are not worth much!

"18!" Xia Ying felt ashamed. Everyone stared at him like this, and he felt that he had really committed an unforgivable crime. The young master and the young master Feng have forgotten."

"You... how could you do it?" Ximen Mingyue felt unbelievable. If it was really an antique, even if it was a handicraft anti-antique, Duanmu Baolian had found someone to make it old, and he recognized it. With the logo of Jingdezhen, they are brand new...

"Our boss has never wanted to sell it. Isn't that why I set a high price and let them leave?" Xia Ying also felt incredible, and said in a low voice, "How do I know that he is so rich and stupid!"