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

Bai Qian identifies antiques not by eyes but by intuition.

If I were to read them all one by one, it would probably take me years to finish.

The weather is very good today. Bai Qian walks leisurely with her hands in her pockets, as if she is strolling in her own back garden.

The people who came to the antique market were all middle-aged and elderly people. It was obvious that Bai Qian, a little girl, was here to cause trouble, so no one paid any attention to her.

They even complained that it was blocking their stall.

If this little fat guy came to buy antiques, they would stand upside down and spin around eating shit.

Bai Qian looked around very quickly. Even if it was a large stall with tens of thousands of antiques, three to five seconds would be enough for her to stay.

By the time the stall owner got impatient and wanted to chase her away, Bai Qian had already walked away with her hands in her pockets.

The stall owner was left with a cool and strong back.

Just then, Bai Qian stopped and her eyes fell on a dirty porcelain jar.

There seems to be a colorful parrot lying on it.

This is from the Qing Dynasty. This is it.

"Go away, little brat, and don't interrupt my business."

The stall is not big, and Bai Qian's 200-pound body is stuck there, standing as if she were to take the place of two people. Where would others stand if they came?

"How much is this jar?" Bai Qian asked, pointing at the parrot porcelain jar.

The stall owner took a glance and saw a dusty broken jar in the corner, about the size of a fist, placed in a large basket with some other small items.

Other objects at least go in and out, but this one has basically never been moved.

There was no one even looking at me.

The dust was so thick that it was almost impossible to distinguish its original appearance.

He vaguely remembered that it was a colorful jar. After wiping it clean, it was colorful and looked fake.

Only this little fat girl doesn't know the value of this stuff. If she buys it, I'm sure she'll beat her butt into pieces.

The stall owner thought with evil humor, crossing his two fingers together: "10."

He noticed that the clothes Bai Qian wore were all big brands, so he asked for a high price first, regardless of whether they were genuine or not.

These kids from wealthy families who are dressed in branded clothes are the easiest to deceive. I heard that their pocket money is hundreds of thousands per month.

"My dear girl, you have a good eye. This is what Concubine Zhaojun of the Western Han Dynasty brought with her when she went to the frontier.

You know Zhaojun, one of the four great beauties. This porcelain jar was used by Zhaojun to arrange flowers. "

"Put some clean water on it, put a small flower in it and put it on the desk. It won't wither all year long, and it has a refreshing fragrance. It will help you study much more efficiently."

The stall owner spoke deceptive words without hesitation and seemed to be very sincere.

Thinking that girls of this age generally don't like to study, he added:

"It has another magical feature. It can make you prettier and thinner without you even noticing. You can become a legendary beauty like Wang Zhaojun in the future."

"Really? But, I only have..." Bai Qian rummaged through her pocket with one hand and finally took out three 10-yuan bills, "I only have thirty yuan."

"What?" The stall owner was so angry that his nose was about to smoke. "You poor bastard, you only have 30 yuan, and you dare to buy antiques?"

"Are you going to sell it or not? If not, I'm leaving." Bai Qian looked innocent.

He spread his hands and shrugged, the difference between 10 and 30 yuan was too big.

He glanced at Bai Qian with disdain, then lowered his eyes to look at the porcelain jar, and his eyes became even more disdainful.

This broken jar is so fake that no one has ever been interested in it in the past five years. Yet he has to move it around so much that he has long wanted to smash it.

He no longer had any illusions about using this broken jar to rip off customers, and now a big fool has finally arrived.

You don't meet a fool every day.