Rebirth 90s: Hot Wife Flirting

"I asked the boss for a few more jars like this. I happened to be arranging flowers." Ye Qingqing shouted.

Ye Mingcheng responded and left by bicycle. Antique Street is not far from here, and it only takes ten minutes to cycle, so he often goes shopping.

Ye Qingqing looked at the pot and asked the old gentleman, "Master, what do you think of this pot?"

Dr. Hu didn't even look at it, and said: "There are many things in the countryside. The rice is too small, and the pickled vegetables are not covered, so they can only be used as urine pots. If it's a good thing, the liar can give it to your father for free? It must be Worthless junk."

Ye Qingqing nodded, Doctor Hu was right, good things were not her father's turn.

The old man looked at the pot and said embarrassedly, "I have no research on ceramics, so I can't say. Would you like me to find an expert for you to identify it?"

"No, no, I just asked casually. Nine times out of ten, this jar is a fake." Ye Qingqing shook her head vigorously.

Dr. Hu joked, "You can buy more than a dozen jars for the money you ask for expert appraisal. It's not worth it."

Everyone laughed, they didn't even look at this pot, it was just an inconspicuous broken pot. The rice jars in the countryside are more practical than this, and with Ye Mingcheng's 250 eyesight, what kind of treasure can he find? The defective product that the boss picked up from the pottery kiln was given to Ye Mingcheng for nothing.

Ye Qingqing was not in a hurry to go home. She wanted to see what Ye Mingcheng brought back, but she didn't wait too long. She came back in less than an hour. There was a jar in the basket of the same color as the jar in Ye Qingqing's hand. , but the mouth of the bottle is narrower and the neck is longer, more like a vase.

"Just one for you? This boss is too stingy." Ye Qingqing wasn't too fond of the newly brought back jar. The mouth of the bottle was too narrow to insert a few flowers, so the one before is better.

"There's only one left at the stall." Ye Mingcheng murmured.

He walked over aggressively, but the boss smiled, and he couldn't scold him, but he still tried his best. The boss finally agreed to give him one and let him choose it himself.

"I originally wanted to pick a painting, but you said you wanted a jar, so you brought the jar back."

Ye Mingcheng is very regretful. He thinks that painting is more promising, but if his daughter wants a jar, he has to satisfy her. He will buy that painting later.

Ye Qingqing sneered, "Fortunately, you didn't choose paintings. Those are all fake and inferior products. Anyway, this jar can still be used for flower arrangements."

Although the jar is not good-looking, the simplicity suits her mind. The pot-bellied jar is placed in the living room, and the long-necked jar is placed in her bedroom, saving her from buying vases.

"In the future, don't go to the boss to buy things again. I've been cheating you of money all these years, right? You have to shop around to buy things. You should just pick a pit and jump, you deserve to be cheated!" Ye Qingqing complained.

Although one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, her father had let a black-hearted boss slap his hair, and her heart was tight when she thought of it.

"Understood, I won't go to the old liar's stall to buy it in the future." Ye Mingcheng was also heartbroken, and decided to buy the painting he had just fancy, then he would move the stall and never deal with the old liar again.

The old gentleman glanced at Ye Qingqing holding the two jars, but he couldn't hold back, and said, "I've been looking at these two jars for some years. Maybe Dr. Ye picked it up this time. It's best to find an expert to take a look."

Although he doesn't know much about pottery, there are a lot of people in the antique circle who play this, and everyone will show their recent collections. The old man still understands a little bit. These two pots are at least more reliable than the previous bamboo calligraphy and painting.

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