Chapter 938
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Xia Mo avoided Yang Zimei, and after chatting with Luo Yingjin on the phone, her whole face became red, her eyes were rippling, and her face was full of spring.
"Whose phone is it?"
Yang Zimei pretended not to know.
"Well, a friend."
Xia Mo avoided her eyes and pretended to be indifferent.
However, that look betrayed her excited heart.
Yang Zimei sighed secretly.
Everyone has their own destiny, and this is not within her control.
I just hope she can walk a little stronger on this unusual path of love.
Because of Luo Yingjin's phone call, Xia Mo's words became more and more excited.
The two went to the market to buy barbecue forks and haggle with the hawkers.
Seeing Yang Zimei's bargaining skills, Xia Mo was really surprised, "I thought you were someone who didn't eat human fireworks, but it turned out that the bargaining was even tougher than me, and you were very professional and authentic."
"Hehe, miss, you came from a rich family, not me. I'm the daughter of a poor peasant who is struggling. Can you learn how to bargain?"
Yang Zimei smiled.
In the last life, she was so poor that she wished she could split a penny into two halves and try to buy things at the cheapest price. That level of bargaining is beyond what ordinary people can do.
In this life, she is no longer short of money, and usually does not bargain much, but it does not mean that she does not understand, it is something that is deeply rooted in the blood.
This is for the class fee to buy the barbecue fork, and she naturally has to worry about it again.
"Blow it, blow it hard, the daughter of a poor peasant is not wrong. The problem is that you are destined to be rich from birth."
Xia Mo rolled her eyes several times.
"I'm not rich."
"Okay, I'm a rich man, you are a local tyrant."
Yang Zimei was about to talk to Xia Mo when she suddenly saw a familiar woman holding a broken bowl, constantly pretending to be mysterious to passersby, "This is an antique, I have it at home. Many antiques have been bought for 100 million yuan, do you want to see them?"
The passerby glanced coldly and whispered, "Mad, delusional disorder?"
"I'm not going to lie to you. The plate that used to feed the cat in my house is a very valuable antique. I dug it from the ground. It's very valuable. I'll give it to you for a cheaper price, 100,000 yuan will do."
The woman pulled the passerby's clothes and said.
"One hundred thousand coins will be given to you!"
The passers-by left her impatiently and left.
Yang Zimei remembered who the woman was.
It was the old lady who gave her the antique Guanzhong copper plate back then, but later regretted that she was a liar and wanted the things back.
Didn't she make 100 million selling those plates?
Why are you dressed so tattered and looking so down today, using a tattered bowl to deceive people in the market?
Looking at the omens on her face, it is the kind of money that has disappeared.
It turned out that she was so simple, she resigned herself to her destiny and served her sick husband. Because of 100 million, her life thoughts and other things changed a lot, and in the end she was even more unbearable than before.
Some people themselves can't bear the fate of windfall, and if they insist on accepting it, they will only be played by God in the end.
However, this has nothing to do with Yang Zimei, she doesn't want to make trouble anymore.
However, the aunt still recognized her at a glance, and her eyes that were like dead ashes immediately lit up like a lamp with sufficient wattage.
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