Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

Duanmu Baolian didn't bother to pay attention to these two old and disrespectful people, immediately turned on the computer, entered the station, input her admission number skillfully, and then press Enter——

Both Yang Nairu and Wu Shufei came together to watch. After a long time, Wu Shufei took the initiative to ask: "Boss Baolian, your English score is too...poor, right?"

"Fortunately, the total score is not bad." Duanmu Baolian glanced at the total score, and gave a sigh of relief. She has never learned English well, and she admits that she did not do well in the exam. Then she was relieved.

"Fortunately, the boss of Jinmeifang doesn't require CET-[-] or anything." Duanmu Baolian laughed at herself, otherwise, she would definitely not be qualified for the position of the boss of Jinmeifang.

Both Yang Nairu and Wu Shufei laughed, and then Yang Nairu asked with a smile: "Little girl, what university are you going to go to? Tsinghua University? Fudan University?"

"Do you think I'm expected to go to Tsinghua University?" Duanmu Baolian said dissatisfiedly, "I love my family and want to go to Jinling University. I don't know if I have enough grades or not?"

Yang Nairu took a note from the side, copied down her score, admission ticket number, name, etc., and then said: "I'll call tomorrow and take care of it. It's not too difficult to get someone into Jinling University, you little girl." It’s too serious, what’s the rush for such a trivial matter?”

"My little girl is still pure at this age, and she wants to keep her feet on the ground." Wu Shufei laughed.

Duanmu Baolian checked the scores, she was in a good mood, she didn't care about the teasing of the two, immediately thanked them with a smile, returned the computer to Yang Nairu, and was going to look at some other people's things.

The exchange of antiques in Boya Pavilion is similar to the exchange of antiques in the Confucius Temple generation, but the grade is much higher, and at the Confucius Temple, there are nine fakes and one real one. It can even be said that out of a hundred items, one can be found. A genuine product is not bad, but in the Boya Pavilion, there are at least two or three floors of genuine products.

There are many good things, but when Duanmu Baolian asked the price, she was immediately frightened. If you want to buy the things in this place, they are changing hands, so it is unlikely to make money.

After wandering around, Duanmu Baolian couldn't find anything to buy, but at this moment, she suddenly saw a dozen people in front of her, laughing and talking about something.

Out of curiosity, Duanmu Baolian also leaned over to see——

"Wow, so many mussels!" Duanmu Baolian couldn't help exclaiming, there were all kinds of mussels piled up on the ground, all big and small.

"Little girl, this is not a fried mussel!" A middle-aged man kindly reminded Duanmu Baolian.

Duanmu Baolian turned to look at him, and asked with a smile: "Uncle, what can this one do if he can't cook?"

"It's a good thing, it's called a golden butterfly shell." The middle-aged uncle said with a smile.

"Golden Butterfly Shell?" Duanmu Baolian was a little familiar with the name, she seemed to have heard of it somewhere, thought about it, and suddenly remembered that the last time I went to buy a gold ring for the greedy golden plum bug, there was a ring on the counter next to it. It sells pearls. She heard the waiter introduce that those beautiful golden pearls are produced from South Sea king butterfly shells.

"A pearl producer?" Duanmu Baolian asked hastily.

"Yeah!" The middle-aged uncle nodded and smiled, "Little girl, do you want to choose one?"

Duanmu Baolian thought for a while before asking: "Are there any pearls?"