Chapter 813

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Yang Zimei went to the girl's stall.

The girl looked up, put down the pen in her hand, and showed a sweet smile, "sister, look at me, if there is anything suitable for you."

"OK."

Yang Zimei squatted down and looked at the objects at will.

"Why? Sister, the pendant you wear seems to be the same as mine

The girl suddenly exclaimed, staring at Yang Zimei's neck.

Yang Zimei reached out and touched the mahogany card, pursed his lips and said with a smile, "yes, how clever, sister, where did your pendant come from?"

"My mother left it to me."

The girl also reached out to touch the mahogany card, with a trace of sadness, "my mother passed away last year."

Yang Zimei's heart sank, she had thought to spend a high price to buy the girl this peach wood card?

But I didn't realize that it was so important to her.

"Sister, where did your pendant come from?" The girl's eyes twinkled at her, as if because of the same mahogany card and more close.

"It's from my boyfriend."

Yang Zimei said with a smile.

"So, I thought my mahogany was unique. I didn't expect you to have it. It's a surprise." Exclaimed the girl.

"Well."

Yang Zimei nodded and wanted to ask her if she would sell the mahogany card to her, but how embarrassed.

"Little sister, do you sell the mahogany on your neck? I'll give you ten thousand dollars. "

Passing by a middle-aged man, he also saw the mahogany card on the girl's neck. His eyes lit up and he asked.

Yang Zimei looked up at him.

He has the elegant temperament of song Xuan. You can tell from a glance that he came from the study of antiques.

It is estimated that the girl's neck has the same mahogany card as in the academic seminar, so she wants to buy it.

The girl touched the mahogany card on her neck, shook her head and said, "uncle, I'm sorry, this is left by my mother for me. No matter how much money, it won't be sold. You'd better have a look at my stall. What's suitable for it?"

"One hundred thousand!" The middle-aged man continued to offer.

When the girl heard the price, her expression stagnated 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."

"200000!"

The middle-aged man saw the little girl's hesitation and continued to increase the price.

Hearing 200000 yuan, the little girl was a little stunned, staring at the middle-aged man, "uncle, when do you want to spend 200000 yuan to buy me this? I'm not made of gold or silver. It's just a brand made of ordinary peach wood. "

"I just like the brand made of peach wood. Little sister, it's 200000 yuan. Sell it to me, OK?" The middle-aged man saw the girl's heart, lured the voice way.

"I give a million!"

Yang Zimei said in a voice.

When the girl saw that they had paid 200000 yuan, she wanted to sell her mother's relics. She couldn't sit still and offered a price.

"Sister --"

the girl looked at Yang Zimei in surprise, "are you kidding? A million dollars for me? Do you have that much money? "

"I have."

Yang Zimei nodded, "I can't let this mahogany card fall into other people's hands. If you want to sell it, you can sell it to me."

The middle-aged man saw that Yang Zimei was snatching goods with him, and he said angrily, "girl, do you understand the market rules? Now I'm making a deal with her. How can you get in? "

"Uncle, it was I who was talking about the deal with this sister first, and you inserted it later." Yang Zimei said in reply, "it's you who don't understand the rules."

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