Ye Xunmei shook her head, "It's just a little crack, not considered broken, it should be more than half. I don't know the details. I have to find an expert to identify it. What friend wants to do?"

"Well, she wants to sell her retirement."

Ye Qingqing briefly said about Sister Wang. Miao Tianxiang was so angry that her eyebrows were raised and cursed: "Such children should have thrown the toilet at the beginning. Why do they do if they are raised?"

Ye Xunmei advised: "Children are good when they were young, so who would be willing to throw them away as parents."

Ye Qingqing flattened her mouth and said everything to her throat, but she still swallowed it. Didn’t Ye Xunmei still abandon her wife and son? Humph, an old scumbag!

Now that time has passed, Gu Nianci and Ye Ming have chosen to forgive in Chengdu. Ye Qingqing is too lazy to say anything, but she is still a little angry. Ye Xunmei suddenly realizes that her smile is stagnant, and she laughs awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable.

After so many things, he looked back on his life and was really a scumbag. It was natural for his granddaughter to hate him, and he felt that he was not worthy of respect.

"I'll call my friend now."

Ye Xunmei was very active and wanted to do the job well. Ye Qingqing asked him to do the job for the first time, and he could not go on a business trip.

He has a wide connection in the cultural circle, and the target of the phone is old players of porcelain play. Naturally, he has a good eye and is well aware of the market conditions of various porcelain plays.

Ye Qingqing originally thought that it would be a few days later, but she underestimated the enthusiasm of these people for antiques. When the person on the other end of the phone heard it was Chenghua chicken jar cup, he left a sentence, "Here in half an hour."

He hung up the phone immediately.

Ye Xunmei smiled and shook her head, saying to Miao Tianxiang: "Xiaoyu is coming, do you want to clean up?"

Miao Tianxiang, who was still yawning, jumped up suddenly and rushed into the room like a wind. She was so naughty that she could not see outsiders at all.

Xiaoyu came very quickly and didn't need to do it for half an hour. Ye Qingqing thought he was a young man, but in fact he was not. He had to be at least fifty years old. He had gray hair and full spirit. He was wearing a long gown and his eyes were glittering from time to time. He looked like a shrewd and capable person.

"Where is the cup? Have you passed the eye?"

Xiaoyu couldn't wait to ask the cup as soon as he entered the house, with a clear Kyoto voice. No one would call you when he spoke from Pingjiang, even if he was to his elders, he would be you when he was the one who told him. Whether he was a peer or an elder, he would be very polite.

"I looked at it, it should be right, why don't you take a palm again?"

Ye Xunmei moved the box to Xiaoyu and introduced Ye Qingqing, "My granddaughter, Qingqing, this is your Uncle Yu."

"Hello, Mr. Yu."

Ye Qingqing stood up and shouted. She always felt that the old man looked familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Xiaoyu looked at her a few times and praised her, "I am blessed. Lao Ye, your granddaughter has a good face. He came in a hurry and didn't bring any good things. Let's wear this beaded little girl to play with."

As he said that, Xiaoyu took off a string of black bracelets from his wrist, which looked inconspicuous, but Ye Qingqing knew that things taken out by players like Xiaoyu were definitely not bargains.

"Thank you, Mr. Yu."

Ye Qingqing didn't refuse, and the elders could not refuse. At worst, she could give this uncle Yu some pills in the future.
Chapter completed!