Chapter 633

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Li Zhen walked over and gently touched his brother's head, bent over his shoulder and took out a piece of jigsaw puzzle from his arms, "Xiaocheng, what do you think I bought you?"

Li Chengyi saw the tangram, immediately surprised to grab it, and then focused on starting to put together.

Li Zhen touched his head again, stood up and gave a helpless smile to Yang Zimei.

"Xiaozhen, who is it?" Asked Granny Li, poking at her crutches.

"Grandma, it's a sister. She wants to introduce me to work." Li Zhen ran over and put his arm around his grandmother and asked, "grandma, did you take your medicine on time today?"

"Yes, Jane. Please let the guests sit down." Grandma got up and groped.

Seeing the tender but heartbreaking picture in front of her, Yang Zimei's tears were about to flow.

This Li Zhen bear is not less than his own, but still has such a positive and pure heart, she is almost envious.

Li Zhen asked her to sit down and poured her a cup of boiling water.

"My family is poor and can't afford to buy tea. I can only treat you to drink boiled water."

Li Zhen is a little guilty.

"I like plain water."

Yang Zimei took over the glass containing water, but found that the glass was a high antique purple sand cup with extremely good workmanship.

Seeing her studying the cup, Li Zhen said with a smile, "when my father was alive, his family was OK. He also liked to drink tea, and there was a complete set of tea sets at home."

"Can you show me that tea set?"

Yang Zimei asked.

Li Zhen took out the whole set of purple clay tea sets.

Yang Zimei didn't find anything antique on it. However, this set of imitation Ming Dynasty purple clay tea set was made into a beautiful round, which could be confused with the real.

"Sister Li Zhen, will you sell this tea set?" Yang Zimei thought of a way to help the family out of their current economic difficulties without harming their self-esteem.

"Sister, this is the only relic left by my father. I'm not willing to sell it. What's more, even if it's sold, it's not worth much."

Li Zhen shook his head.

"What if it's a set of valuable antiques? I'll give you three hundred thousand. Will you sell it

Yang Zimei asked tentatively.

"Sister, don't be kidding. Where do you have so much money when you are young?" Li Zhen said with a smile.

"I have so much money. If you are willing to buy it, I'll go to the bank and get it for you at once." Yang Zimei is very serious.

Li Zhen's eyes flashed, his face showed a tangled expression, his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to stop talking.

"Xiaozhen, this tea set is a fake, not a real antique. Don't cheat your sister's money." The blind grandmother said.

Li Zhen blushed. Then he said to Yang Zimei in embarrassment, "sister, you also heard my grandmother say that this set of tea set left by my father is a fake. When I was in a panic, I thought they were antiques. I wanted to sell them off. So I took it to Mr. Song of Brunei street for identification. The result of the appraisal is that it is not worth much. It is only worth 1000 yuan at most."

"Maybe Mr. Song missed his eyes?" Yang Zimei deliberately holding a cup of tea carefully observed the way, "I am also very familiar with antiques, how to see that they are not fake."

"Sister, you have little experience. Whether it is true or not can not be identified. Thank you very much for wanting to buy them, but they are fake, and I can't pit your money

Li Zhenmu said sincerely, "you all want to work for me. You are my benefactor. I want to thank you for not having time. How can you take fake goods to pit your money? In that case, I'm no longer a human being. "

Yang Zimei smiles.

In this world, there are still many ungrateful animals that specialize in digging relatives, friends and benefactors.

But there are very few people like Li Zhen's family who still keep their heart in extreme poverty.

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