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Chapter 390

Looking at the boss's eyes and the protection method, he seemed to cherish this ornament very much.

Mo Shu had some regrets, but he refused to give up and could not do anything to force buying and selling.

Just as Mo Shu was about to take a look, Yu Siqiao asked directly: "How much did you buy it?"

The boss looked embarrassed and said, "This is not a matter of money..."

Yu Chen had already found out and stepped forward, "Your Madam Yu, this cliff cypress was found at the timber auction house two years ago. The transaction price was 600,000 yuan at that time. I also asked about the carving work. It seems to be the craftsmanship of an old artist in the southern region. He had retired two years ago and rarely made works now."

The boss felt familiar when he heard the word "Yu Shao", but he didn't know where he heard it for a while.

However, when I heard Yu Chen's next words, I couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said, "This gentleman is so amazing. You can see that this is true. Yes, I really can't bear to leave it. Master Wang no longer works. It took me a lot of effort to carve this picture back then. The money is still a small matter..."

"Three million," Yu Siqiao said indifferently, "Is it a sale?"

The boss was shocked.

He knew that the wood was only 600,000 yuan, and even with carving, it was less than 1.2 million yuan.

This young man had three million words at the beginning of his mouth!

but……

The boss quickly said: "It's really not a problem with money, mainly because I like it very much..."

"Five million." Yu Siqiao spoke again and said indifferently: "Just make friends."

Just make friends.

A scene saying that was so ordinary that it was too common, Mo Shu felt a little strange and looked up at him twice.

The boss's face turned red and he was quiet for a moment, as if he was extremely reluctant to find a place, and said, "Okay."

Yu Chen: "…"

Mo Shu: "………”

People around: "…………”

It's okay, it's not a matter of money?

Everyone wanted to despise it, but found that they could not despise it at all. All that was left in their hearts was envy, jealousy and hatred.

Later, when the boss found out who this "Your Young Master" was with the people around him, everyone realized how precious his words "Just make friends" were, and they were almost crying jealously.

Mo Shu finally touched the cliff cypress ornament, couldn't put it down, and said, "It's so beautiful, I like it so much."

It's just five million, and there's too much money.

Yu Siqiao looked at her little appearance, put his lips and held her hand, and said, "If you like it, go."

Mo Shu looked at the ornament packing and said, "Don't you choose one for grandma?"

"I've chosen it long ago."

"What did you choose?"

"A painting."

Mo Shu said, "How do you know that my grandmother likes painting?"

"You will know with a little question. How rare?" Yu Siqiao looked at her with contempt, but he also felt that her strange look was very cute. He couldn't help but laugh, "Go back."

Mo Shu hummed softly, "Then what gift did you choose for my grandfather? My grandfather's birthday is coming soon."

"Well, guess?"

Mo Shu thought about it and guessed: "My grandfather also likes wood, especially agarwood, and likes to collect various chess. I think you will give agarwood chess!"

At the end of the conversation, I was a little confident.
Chapter completed!
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