Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy Fifth: Friendly Business

"How much is it?"

Qin Xi picked up a snuff bottle, and casually asked the saleswoman following him.

Although the salesperson was smiling, the look of disdain in her eyes was very obvious. She just heard their conversation, and she came to Nanshan Hall to buy something worth a thousand yuan. Isn't that a joke?

"30,000!" The saleswoman casually quoted a price.

As if Qin Xi couldn't see her ridicule towards him, he asked self-consciously, "Oh, then tell me which dynasty's price this is, who made it, whose property it is, and how much it is. ?”

She asked a series of questions, which annoyed the saleswoman, but she had to abide by the rules of the store, otherwise she would lose this month's money.

The expression on the saleswoman's face was unpredictable, "This is an item from the Qianlong period..."

Qin Xi pointed to the writing on it with a half-smile, "This is clearly an object from the Tang Dynasty, but you said Qianlong... This is too far away."

The saleswoman's face turned red, "How is this possible? You're just messing around and buying antiques without money. Believe it or not, I'll ask security to drive you out."

Qin Xi said calmly, "Tsk, are you getting angry from embarrassment? Ma'am, I think you have committed a villain. If you dare to drive me away, I believe you must be the one who is unlucky."

Murder villain?

Isn't the villain you? The saleswoman thought so.

"Do you always feel that someone is following you recently, but when you look back, there is nothing? And you always hear someone talking in your ear when you sleep at night, but when you open your eyes, there is nothing?"

The saleswoman's eyes widened in shock, and she was about to shout out in excitement, but she quickly reacted and covered her mouth immediately, her voice was very, very low.

"You, how do you know?"

Qin Xi stopped answering, picked up the snuff bottle, and asked again, "Tell me, how much is this?"

The saleswoman restrained her disdain and asked uncertainly, "3, 3 thousand?"

Qin Xi smiled, put down the snuff bottle, and continued to walk forward, "It seems that you still don't think about it, a mere fake, even a street stall that costs less than 10 yuan, dare to pay such a high price."

"To be honest, there are no more than 10 genuine products in your store, and those genuine products are all placed in that corner where no one cares about them.

When the two talked, the voice was very low, so others didn't hear what they were saying.

The saleswoman was really shocked this time, she didn't expect that the 17-year-old girl in front of her knew so much, but when she thought that this girl could tell the location of all the genuine products, her heart skipped a beat.

She wondered in her heart, if this made Qin Xi unhappy, would Qin Xi shout about it?

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and observed that Qin Xi liked that little item. If she couldn't do it, she sold it at the lowest price. Although she didn't have the right to do so, she should tell the foreman later that she would understand me.

Qin Xi felt the emotional change of the saleswoman, and the corner of her mouth curled into an imperceptible arc. She seemed to pick up a jade hairpin at random, and began to comment lightly.

"Well, it's not real suet white jade. It should be synthetic, and the carvings on it are much rougher. However, the workmanship of this jade hairpin is not bad, but the quality of the jade is a little bit worse than real suet white jade. distance."

She asked casually, "How much is this?"

The saleswoman looked at the wooden hairpin in her hand, and carefully took out a finger, "1, 100...?"

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