Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

Boss Zhen's expression was unnatural, he glanced at Jin Rongruo, but didn't speak.

"Boss Zhen, if you want to make a move, please make an offer." Duanmu Baolian squinted her big eyes and said with a cheerful smile.

"20!" Boss Zhen almost gritted his teeth.

"No way..." Duanmu Baolian was stunned, and it took a long time before she said, "Boss Zhen, we are all on the same street. We don't see each other sooner or later, how can you do this?"

What Wu Yifei said just now is very clear, this is a high-quality imitation, he even estimated the market price, this Boss Zhen looked honest and honest, but the price was ruthless enough, and he directly doubled it by ten times.

"Boss Baolian, if you want this kind of high imitation goods, I can get you a lot of them." Jin Rongruo said in a low voice. There are a lot of them to go back, and they can be hung in the study in different patterns.

"But I want this little girl." Duanmu Baolian couldn't help pointing her fingers, "Boss Zhen, I want it on purpose."

"Okay, if you give 15, this painting will be yours." Boss Zhen thought for a while, and said with pain in his heart.

"At most [-]!" Duanmu Baolian waved her hand and said, "I don't want it if it's too expensive. I'll ask Mr. Jin to pull a carful of high-quality imitations home for me. I'll see one and throw one away..."

Boss Zhen really wanted to slap himself, really, he was having a brain twitch, he was sick, well, he spent a lot of money, got a high-quality imitation, and came here to show others a joke.

Therefore, he really didn't want to say the rest, the more he looked at this painting now, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he said immediately: "Okay, if you say [-], then [-] will be fine."

"Give me your account number!" Duanmu Baolian laughed.

"Okay!" Boss Zhen didn't say anything, and directly gave Duanmu Baolian his bank account number and name.

Duanmu Baolian picked up the phone and directly dialed the bank to transfer the money. It is good to have money. To buy something at this point and transfer the account, there is actually a dedicated person to serve her, which made her a little proud.

Soon, Boss Zhen received a text message from the bank, and immediately handed the painting to Duanmu Baolian.

Duanmu Baolian looked at it again, then rolled up the scroll and put it away. She was very strange in her heart, what was that scroll, and why was it able to let her see the golden aura?If this painting is identified as authentic, then 5000 million, she would not even think about it.

But now, with a single word from Wu Yifei, she sentenced the painting to death, so that she could take advantage of it and wait to go back. She tore down the painting, and how to study that scroll is her own business.

When Duanmu Baolian saw the golden light shining on the scroll, she guessed, it couldn't be gold again, right?Thinking about the gold hidden in the iron lump, it made her miserable enough.But after thinking about it, she immediately denied this idea, gold is heavy, if this scroll is made of gold, it is definitely not worth the weight.

Just holding it in her hand, Duanmu Baolian couldn't feel anything special about its weight, so she can be sure that the scroll is definitely not some precious metal.

After wandering around again, Duanmu Baolian didn't find anything to buy. There were good things, but they were too expensive. She didn't have much interest in collecting. Looking at the time, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. It was almost over, so I immediately found Wu Shufei, ready to say goodbye.