Help! The fat daughter has a billion-point vest after breaking up

"Young girl, this phoenix crown is yours. It costs fifty thousand." The stall owner stuffed the phoenix crown into Bai Qian's arms.

The people passing by cast sympathetic glances at Bai Qian. Isn't this just forced buying and selling?

Fifty thousand, why not go and rob?

This is clearly a scam.

But it was none of their business, so they just ignored it. The passers-by just glanced at it without stopping.

"Haha, I don't have 50,000." Bai Qian smiled.

"Five thousand, no less." The stall owner immediately changed his mind. It was obvious that he had no intention of selling for 5.

"Sorry, I only have 48 yuan." Bai Qian turned her trouser pockets inside out.

A few crumpled banknotes with a few coins lying on top.

The corners of the stall owner's mouth twitched wildly.

He yelled, "You little bitch, are you kidding me?"

"You stinky beggar want to buy antiques, why don't you just die."

Bai Qian was not intimidated at all. She curled her lips and her eyes turned cold: "Watch your mouth. I just asked the price. Do you have to buy it?"

"That's right. What antique? How shameless! I think this junk is only worth 10 yuan, no more."

"It couldn't be more fake. It doesn't look good and it's not useful. It's a waste of space to have it at home. I wouldn't even want it for free."

Passersby couldn't bear to see an old woman bullying an underage girl and spoke out to condemn it.

The stall owner's eyes flickered, avoiding everyone's gaze. He only stared at Bai Qian, gritted his teeth and whispered, "You have to buy it. 48, take it!"

As he said this, he grabbed the money from Bai Qian's hand and stuffed it into his waist bag.

She glared at Bai Qian fiercely, her eyes threatening.

There's no way to get the money back.

Bai Qian curled her lips.

It's a bastard not to take advantage of an opportunity. She kept the phoenix crown.

I just hope the stall owner will be as proud as he is now when he finds out it’s the real deal.

Bai Qian walked into the appraisal center with a pearl phoenix crown in her left hand and a parrot porcelain jar in her right hand.

Ye Garden.

This is a European-style garden villa.

A man in a neat suit stood in front of the French window.

The golden sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting a layer of dreamy glow around him.

There was no expression on his handsome face, which was as sharp as a knife.

The man took off his sunglasses with his bony hands, folded them with one hand and placed them on the small table beside him.

A pair of beautiful eyes, like a blind person, are in a blank state.

The corners of Lu Yehan's lips curled up slightly: She started to play.

Bai Qian identified the treasures twice based on his intuition, and he could sense the slight fluctuation.

"Mr. Lu, the Lu family has arranged another blind date for you. The girl is from Guangyao Entertainment."

"I went to ask around, and it's great. They're planning to have their 200-pound fat kid, Bai Qian, come on a blind date."

"I refused with all my words."

Shi Yan adjusted his glasses confidently, with an expression that said, "Praise me, praise me quickly."

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

Shi Yan rubbed his arms.

"The blind date is the same as usual, and it must be Bai Qian." Lu Yehan's voice was neither cold nor hot, but it revealed a hint of murderous intent.

"Ah?" Shi Yan was shocked, but he nodded quickly, "Okay, okay. I'll do it right away."

Shi Yan, with a head full of doubts, turned around and was about to leave.

"Also, this month's bonus has been deducted." The light voice came again.

"Ah." Shi Yan's puzzled mind was once again filled with grievances.

"Got it, President." Shi Yan walked out the door, and his shoulders drooped instantly.

He looked like a spring breeze when he entered the door, but had turned into a pitiful and bitter face when he left.

An oil bottle can be hung on the mouth.

He has always boasted that he is the worm in Lu Yehan's stomach, but now he can't understand his CEO.

Who is that little fat guy?