"What? That thing is... an antique? No way, are you joking?"
When Zhang Xiaoyan heard her husband's words, she felt it was ridiculous. That broken bowl, which she didn't even care for, turned out to be an antique!
"I'm not joking! Second Uncle called me and said a buyer is willing to pay 80,000 for it. He wants me to go to his house tonight to discuss it."
"How... how much money?"
"80,000!"
"How much?"
Zhang Xiaoyan's pupils contracted, her expression of utter shock.
She worked hard, selling skewers and breakfast in Li Family Town, and only earned thirty to forty thousand a year!
The bowl her son casually picked up, the one she almost threw away, is worth 80,000!
"80,000! Yes, 80,000! That buyer offered 80,000!"
"Honey, our family's luck is turning around this year. We've just gotten past the New Year and already made 80,000!"
On the other end of the phone, Jiang He was equally excited.
