After I became a poor little girl from a wealthy family, I held a cool script in my hand

Chapter 352 Miss An, don't care about being a shrew

An Ziyu stretched out a hand.

Blue Amy was speechless, "Fifty thousand?"

An Ziyu turned his head and smiled lazily, "50, please help me identify it once, because I'm a classmate, so I'll give you a discounted price."

Blue Amy, "A discounted price of 50 yuan????"

Robbery too! !

Lamar interjected, "Young man, the appraisers from our studio all start at 100 million. Really good antiques are worthy of appraisers at this price."

Those in the society who claim to be appraisers and ask for thousands of dollars probably don't even know anything about antiques.

Real antiques are said to be counterfeit.

False turn around and say it is true.

However, for Lamar or CARL's money, they are responsible for hundreds of millions of antique appraisals.

True or false may involve many aspects.

So this price is not too much or too little for them.

Right now, Amy Lan transfers the money to An Zixuan silently.

After receiving the money, An Zixuan turned around and walked towards the furious Yuan Anni.

Yuan Anni was really going crazy.

This vase is her most favorite vase.

Not only is the surface of the vase beautiful, but more importantly, this vase has a historical story.

It has accompanied Cixi throughout her life and witnessed many historical deeds.

Such a vase full of legends is actually smashed when it is said to be smashed.

Yuan Anni wanted to fight with Angel.

at the moment.

An Ziyu walked to Yuan Anni's side, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, "Mrs. Lan, I'll come."

Yuan Anni held a shattered piece with red eyes and stopped screaming.

Before An Ziyu could speak, An Qier spoke first.

She smiled at An Ziyu pretending to be affectionate, "Ziyu, why are you here? You don't understand about antiques, so you should go find your father first! He will be very happy to see you."

An Zizhen picked up the pieces of antiques and blue-and-white porcelain from the side. Even if they were smashed, the broken parts could still be seen. The clay was delicate and the patterns on it were beautiful.

"Am I familiar with you? Miss An, our surname is An, but don't seek out relatives there. "

The corners of An Qi'er's mouth narrowed slightly, "Ziyu, how could you say that?"

Why is this little bitch so annoying?

Therefore, An Qier really hated An Zixuan.

Hate her good looks is the second.

The most important thing is that An Ziyu has no idea what to do.

Greet her with a smile, and she will return with a cold irony.

Right now, An Ziyu raised the fragment in his hand and shook it, "Miss An, I want to ask you a question, please answer truthfully, what is the age of this antique vase. You just need to answer my question."

Angel was taken aback, "..."

She really couldn't answer that.

She only knows how to look at antiques according to the details, but she doesn't know how to study antiques according to the details.

An Zizhen folded his hands and looked at her lazily, "Say it! You're not a closed disciple of the CARL Association, aren't you awesome? Why don't you say it? Where are you going to put the face of the Cultural Relics Association? Just now people praised you It's blowing up. This is the foundation, don't tell me, you don't know how to do it."

An Zihong's words almost hit everyone's faces.

And it was extremely swollen.

Those members of the cultural relics association looked at An Qier eagerly, and then choked at An Ziyu unwillingly.

"Miss An doesn't want to care about a shrew like you, don't be ignorant."

(End of this chapter)