Chapter 814
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Yang Zimei walked to the girl's stall.
The girl raised her head, put down the pen in her hand, and showed an innocent and sweet smile, "Sister, see if I have something here for you."
"OK."
Yang Zimei squatted down and looked at the objects at will.
"Huh? Sister, the pendant you are wearing seems to be the same as mine."
The girl suddenly screamed in surprise, staring at Yang Zimei's neck and screaming.
Yang Zimei reached out and touched the peach wood sign, pursed her lips and smiled, "Yes, what a coincidence, sister, where did your pendant come from?"
"My mother left it to me."
The girl also reached out and touched the peach wood sign, with a sad expression on her face, "My mother passed away last year."
Yang Zimei's heart sank, she was still thinking of paying a high price to buy the girl's peach wood brand?
But she didn't expect it to be so important to her.
"Sister, where did your pendant come from?" The girl looked at her with shining eyes, as if she felt a little more intimacy because of the same peach wood card.
"It was from my boyfriend."
Yang Zimei smiled.
"It turns out that I thought my peach wood brand was unique before, but I didn't expect you to have it too. It's a surprise." The girl sighed.
"Um."
Yang Zimei nodded, wanting to ask her aloud if she would sell the peach wood sign to her, but she was embarrassed no matter what.
"Little sister, do you sell that peach wood sign around your neck? I'll give you ten thousand yuan."
Passing by a middle-aged man, he also saw the peach wood sign on the girl's neck, his eyes lit up, and he asked aloud.
Yang Zimei looked up at him.
He has Song Xuan's elegant temperament, and at first glance, he knows that he has studied antiques.
It is estimated that she wanted to buy it when she saw the same peach wood sign on the girl's neck as in the academic seminar.
The girl touched the peach wood sign on her neck, shook her head and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry, this is what my mother left for me, no matter how much money I have, I won't sell it, you should take a look at my stall, what is suitable for you? Bar?"
"One hundred thousand!" The middle-aged man continued to bid.
When the girl heard the price, her expression was stagnant, and her eyes lit up with a certain look.
However, after thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "I can't sell what my mother left me."
"Twenty thousand!"
The middle-aged man saw the little girl's hesitation and continued to increase the price.
Hearing the 200,000 yuan, the little girl was a little stunned, and looked at the middle-aged man in a daze, "Uncle, you're going to spend 200,000 yuan to buy this from me? I'm not made of gold or silver, it's just A brand made of ordinary peach wood."
"I just like this brand made of peach wood, little sister, 200,000 yuan, sell it to me, okay?" The middle-aged man said seductively when he saw the girl's heart.
"I'll give you a million!"
Yang Zimei spoke up.
The girl wanted to sell her mother's relics when she saw that they had paid 200,000 yuan. She couldn't sit still and asked for a price.
"elder sister--"
The girl looked at Yang Zimei in surprise, "What are you kidding? You want to buy this one from me? Do you have that much money?"
"I have."
Yang Zimei nodded, "I can't let this peach wood sign fall into the hands of others. If you want to sell it, sell it to me."
The middle-aged man saw that Yang Zimei was robbing him, and said angrily: "Girl, do you understand the rules of the market? Now I am doing a deal with her, how can you come in?"
"Uncle, I was the one who was talking about the deal with this sister first, and it was you who intervened later." Yang Zimei replied bluntly, "You are the one who doesn't understand the rules."
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