Yang Fan thought for a moment and said: "Boss, you're really good at doing business. Fine, I'll buy it." Yang Fan said this to continue probing the boss's intentions; he actually had no intention of buying the broken vase.
Yang Fan didn't expect his little strategy to encounter obstacles.
"I'll offer sixty thousand." Just as he reached an agreement with the antique shop owner, a voice came from the doorway.
Yang Fan turned around and suddenly realized that the woman who had just been fighting with Awei over a parking spot on the roadside was now entering the shop. Indeed, it's a small world!
"Miss, are you really willing to offer sixty thousand?" The antique shop owner's eyes lit up; this vase was unexpectedly acquired, and selling it for fifty thousand was already a sky-high price, but now someone was willing to pay even more. Why wouldn't he be pleased about doing such business?
"Nonsense, didn't you hear me? I'm offering sixty thousand," the woman repeated.
