One hundred bucks, huh, Jiang Mingyue didn't have any hope, she just took it out for the teen to practice.
But when she went inside, she was stunned by the pile of antiques placed in the center.
No way? Ten pieces of Tang Sancai, two millennium-old small pottery figurines, a copper mirror, two nose snuff bottles; the others may not be as valuable, but they are also centuries-old artifacts, each highly sought after by future generations.
Getting all these for a hundred bucks? That's an average of less than two bucks per piece.
It's downright meat pricing!
Jiang Mingyue happily swept the pile of antiques into the warehouse, humming a tune as she turned and left.
But she had to go to Aunt Jiao's house first because last night Xiao Ran went to play at Xiao Meng's house, got tired, and fell asleep on Jiao Can's bed. Jiang Mingyue wanted to carry him home, but Aunt Jiao persuaded her not to wake the child.
Today, not seeing him around at this hour was quite worrisome.
