Chapter 509 A Joy

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Yang Zimei rang the doorbell.

The door opened again, and a woman called out in an unhappy voice, "Who is it?"

Judging from her appearance, it should be the kind that she had just quarreled with her husband.

Yang Zimei motioned to Long Zhutian to hand over the cake in his hand, "Lan Qiuyan's house, I'm from Xiu Xiu's bakery. This is the cake you ordered."

"The cake we ordered?"

The woman's face softened a little, she took the cake and thought about it, her eyes that were still angry immediately brightened, "I'm Lan Qiuyan, yes, it's probably my husband who ordered it."

"Okay, please sign for it."

Yang Zimei handed the receipt to her.

Lan Qiuyan signed the name.

"Auntie, do you want this censer?" Yang Zimei asked, raising the censer in his hand.

"One broken thing, if you don't want it, take it if you want."

Lan Qiuyan said impatiently, then holding the cake, twisted her body, and slammed the door shut.

Yang Zimei shrugged.

Since she didn't want it, she picked it up. Who told the husband and wife to quarrel and throw things?

Since ancient times, it is not wrong for husband and wife to lose money.

Yang Zimei happily held the incense burner that was still dirty everywhere and looked at it like a treasure, which made Long Zhutian puzzled and asked what kind of antiquities it was.

Yang Zimei also explained it to him.

"Haha, your luck is really against the sky. If you give a cake, you can also pick up an antique." Long Zhutian couldn't help laughing.

"Yeah, I'm so lucky."

Yang Zimei hadn't been complacent for long when she caught up with the figure of a middle-aged man, stopped her and said, "I'm sorry, little sister, this incense burner belongs to my family. Just now, my mother-in-law lost her temper and threw it away. I want to go back now."

Yang Zimei's interest really sank to freezing point.

It seems that there is really no free lunch in the world, that's not wrong, now people want to go back, and they are happy when they are empty.

"Uncle, I like this thing a little bit. Otherwise, you can sell it to me at a price, okay?"

Yang Zimei is really reluctant to give away such a good thing like this. She also thinks that when the new house is built for her family, this house will be dedicated to the Bodhisattva Zhenzhen.

The man shook his head, "This is not good, this is what my ancestors have always left behind."

"Really not?" Yang Zimei tried to ask, "No matter how high the price is?"

The man thought for a while, "It's not impossible, that stinky woman in my family doesn't like this every day, she thinks it's in the way, I'm going to take it to an antique shop to check if it's an antique, if it is, I want to follow it. The price of antiques to sell."

This man is quite shrewd. Seeing that Yang Zimei likes this broken incense burner so much, he doubts the value of this incense burner, so he casually mentions an antique.

Yang Zimei smiled, "If it's an antique, how much do you want to sell it for?"

"If it's an antique, at least this number!"

The man held out a finger.

"One thousand?" Yang Zimei asked tentatively.

The man shook his head, "It's 10,000! You have to give me at least 10,000, and I'll sell it to you."

"Okay, then ten thousand!" Yang Zimei was too lazy to bargain with him.

"real?"

The man couldn't believe his ears, "Are you really giving ten thousand?"

"Well. I don't know if it is an antique, but it is very suitable for my family's incense burner. Ten thousand is ten thousand."

Yang Zimei nodded.

When the man heard it, he was surprised at first, and then reached out to take back the incense burner in her hand.

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