The female supporting role is the ultimate boss

Jiang Muqiu said knowingly, "What's wrong?"

Xia Ying told the story of finding fault with Luo's third wife, Jiang Muqiu frowned and scratched his head;
"As far as I know, the third house of the Luo family has always maintained neutrality. They belong to the type of people who eat and wait to die. How could they suddenly give us a bad name in the auction house?"

unknown.

Jiang Li hummed, "Sooner or later we will know."

She didn't tell Jiang Muqiu the speculation in her heart, but just reminded him, "It used to be neutral, but it may not be the case in the future. Pay more attention to them, and don't be tripped by others."

Jiang Muqiu nodded repeatedly.

The next day, with nothing to do, Jiang Li wandered to the antique market.

Most of the things on the market, nine fakes, and the one left, all depend on luck.

Since childhood, Jiang Li felt that luck had nothing to do with her.

She relied on a solid foundation laid down step by step.

Just like at this time, holding a palm-sized fragment, she stared at it for a long time;
The stall owner who was watching was impatient and wanted to chase people away, so she put it down, picked up the blue and white porcelain at the side, and looked at it for a long time;
Showing the stall owner lost his temper.

"I said little girl, you looked at it for a long time, what did you see?"

"This thing is fake." Jiang Li said.

The stall owner let out a hey, "If you say it's fake, it's fake? I also said it's real! Do you want it, don't hurry up, don't affect my business..."

"Yes, how much is this vase?"

The stall owner narrowed his eyes and stretched his neck forward, "Do you really want it? That's the number..."

He stretched out five fingers and flipped through.

Jiang Li nodded, "OK, fifty."

Hearing what she said, the stall owner, who was smiling happily, suddenly heard another fifty, and almost plunged into the pile of antiques at his stall.

"Hey, I think you're looking for trouble on purpose..."

The stall owner rolled up his sleeves, "When you buy something here, look who gave you fifty..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man squatted down beside him, holding a snuff bottle, and was negotiating with the stall owner, "Fifty..."

There was a moment of silence.

The stall owner glared at the young man, and reasoned with Jiang Li, "How much does my stall cost every day, you give fifty, what do you think..."

"Sixty, if you don't sell it, I'll buy it from another!"

The stall owner, "..."

Ge Laozi, I met a fool!
Is this thing for sale or not?
I bought a pair for 50 yuan, and I made a profit of [-] yuan.

The stall owner smashed his mouth, and when Jiang Li turned around blankly and went to the opposite stall, he made a sound.

"Here you are, here you are, damn it, the only thing left is my pants..."

Halfway through the speech, he felt that it was a little girl in front of him, and the words were a bit inappropriate, so he quickly swallowed them back.

He took out a plastic bag from under the folding stool and handed it to Jiang Li.

"WeChat or Alipay?"

"WeChat."

After turning [-] on WeChat, Jiang Li knelt down to put the vase in, and picked up the piece of paper, "This is the ten yuan, give it to me."

The stall owner glanced at it and waved his hand, "Take it away, take it away, I'll give it to you."

Anyway, forget it, the torn paper will melt if it is exposed to the sun, so it doesn't matter to be a favor.

Jiang Li nodded, stuffed the paper into the vase, and stood up holding the bottle.

The stall owner greeted with a smile, "Little girl, if the vase is useful, come back later. I'll be here tomorrow. I'll make a pair for you to look good on."

Jiang Li, "..."

I always feel that 50 yuan is too much.

However, for the sake of that piece of paper, it's not a loss.

"Miss Jiang, we meet again."

Jiang Li raised his eyes, and was meeting the young man who just reported fifty.

If it wasn't Lu Li, who else?