Chapter 938: That big sister

Xia Mo avoided Yang Zimei, and after talking with Luo Ying vigorously, her entire face became red, her eyes were wavy, and her face was full of spring.
"Who's calling?"
Yang Zimei pretended not to ask.
"Well, a friend."
Xia Mo ducked her gaze and pretended to be bland.
However, that look had long betrayed her excited heart.
Yang Zimei sighed secretly.
Everyone has their own destiny, which is not something she can control.
I just hope she can walk a little stronger in this unusual love.
Because of Luo Yingjin's phone call, Xia Mo's words became even more so, and his expression of expression became dazzling.
The two came to the market to buy barbecue forks and bargained with the hawkers.
Seeing Yang Zimei's bargaining skills, Xia Mo was really surprised. "I thought you were a person who didn't eat fireworks on earth. The bargaining was even tougher than mine, and very professional and authentic."
"Oh, miss, you came from a rich family, not me, but I am the daughter of a poor poor peasant, can you not learn to bargain?"
Yang Zimei smiled.
In the last life, she was so anxious that she could n’t wait to split it into two halves. She tried to buy the cheapest things, and the bargaining level was beyond what ordinary people could do.
In this life, she is not short of money, and usually does not bargain much, but it does not usually mean that she does not understand, but it is something deeply rooted in the blood.
The barbecue fork was used for class fees, so she naturally had to worry about it again.
"You blow, you blow hard. The daughter of the poor peasant is not wrong. The problem is that you are destined to be rich once you are born."
Xia Mo rolled her eyes.
"I'm not rich."
"Well, I'm a rich man, you are a rich man."
Yang Zimei was trying to talk to Xia Mo. Suddenly she saw a woman who was familiar with it, holding a broken bowl, and posing a mysterious look to passers-by who kept coming and going. "I am an antique. Many antiques are bought for 100 million yuan. Would you like to see them? "
The passerby glanced coldly and yelled, "Crazy, paranoid?"
"I really don't lie to you. The cat-feeding plate in my house turned out to be a very valuable antique. I also dug it from the ground. It is very valuable. I will give you a little cheaper, only 100,000."
The woman pulled the passerby's clothes and set the road.
"I will give you 100,000 coins!"
Passers-by flung her away impatiently and left.
Yang Zimei remembered who the woman was.
It was the old man who gave the antique Guan Zhong copper plate to himself, but later repented that he was a liar and wanted to go back.
Didn't she sell those plates and make 100 million?
How can you dress so shabby today and look so down in the market that you used a broken bowl to cheat people?
Look at the signs that her face presents, the kind of money that has disappeared.
It turned out that she was so simple, serving her sick husband with dedication and devotion, because of 100 million, her life thoughts and other things changed a lot, and her life was more unbearable than before.
Some people can't bear their own fortune, they just have to accept it, and in the end they will only be played by heaven.
However, this has nothing to do with Yang Zimei, she didn't want to ask for trouble anymore.
However, the uncle recognized her at first glance, and the eyes that were as dead as usual immediately lit up like a lamp full of watts.