After nearly an hour of selection and comparison, Nie Bao'er finally pointed to a medium-sized work and said affirmatively, "I want this one."

Zhai Niannian glanced at it and was about to answer, but Mr. Zhai took the lead and said, "That pair of thirty-eight thousand."

"What!"

Nie Bao'er's eyes widened in astonishment, and her voice rose an octave, sounding poignant and harsh: "Isn't it written on this three thousand eight?"

Zhai Niannian thought that his grandfather had misremembered the price, and was about to remind him, but he collided with Mr. Zhai's meaningful gaze.

She immediately closed her mouth and stopped talking.

Mr. Zhai said lightly, "Three thousand eight is the price of the frame."

Nie Bao'er's breath stagnated, and her voice weakened a little: "You sell silk, what are you doing with the price of the frame?"

Mr. Zhai glanced at her, "Tell you that the frames I use in my house are not ordinary colors."

Nie Bao'er was speechless.

She looked at the work again, weighing the price and the value in her mind.

Mr. Zhai looked at her like this, and said in his heart that the abacus of the little hob meat was about to fail.

It's impossible for someone who doesn't have a serious brain disease to spend 38,000 on this!

He was thinking about it, Shen Fanyin came in from behind while fiddling with her mobile phone, and she said as she walked, "Mr. Zhai, my mother asked me to bring her a few finished products back, she has two friends who want to give gifts for their birthdays next month, are you involved to help me pick and choose?"

Mr. Zhai didn't think much about it, and asked directly, "Who to send?" Do you have any special preferences? Did your mother say anything specific?"

"It's okay to have a small work of more than 100,000 yuan," Shen Fanyin replied, "If the price is low, you don't think about it, and if you send that kind of thing, it will be a curse." It's the birthdays of the two aunts, you can choose a few for me, and I'll take a picture and show it to my mother."

Mr. Zhai: "......"

He really thought she was trying to buy some for her mother!

He began to think about which work would be more suitable as a birthday present, and the girl told him this.

Mr. Zhai stood up quietly and said to her, "Come, I'll help you see."

On the side, Nie Bao'er, who had just been on guard because Shen Fanyin entered the door, frowned and said, "Old man, I came first."

Mr. Zhai glanced at her, "Do you really want to buy it?"

Nie Bao'er hadn't thought about it yet, but Shen Fanyin's sentence "It's a curse" made her figure it out in an instant.

She wants to use this gift as a stepping stone, and she is still knocking on the door of the entertainment industry.

How can that circle, which is often measured in "100 million", afford cheap things?

Nie Bao'er gritted her teeth and made up her mind and said, "I'll buy it, swipe the card!"

Nie's mother's eyes on the side instantly tightened, she tugged at Nie Bao'er's clothes, and whispered, "Bao'er, why don't you think about it again?"

His family is not a wealthy family, more than half of that money is used to open a store, and the rest really dare not be spent casually.

Nie Bao'er gave her mother a reassuring look and whispered, "Mom, don't worry, I've inquired about everything." br>

Nie's mother hesitated, but she was still reluctant to take out her bank card.

Nie Bao'er said, "This is also for my future, wait for me later...... How much does it cost?"

She was a little anxious, for fear that Nie's mother would regret that she would be reluctant to pay.

Nie Ma gritted her teeth, but she still nodded ruthlessly: "Okay!"

But when it came time to get the bank card, she still hesitated and couldn't help asking, "Is this a discount?"

Mr. Zhai was already shocked.

Over the years, except for a few fine silks that he had made with his own hands, none of them could sell for this price.

He was suddenly afraid that the Industrial and Commercial Bureau would come to check on him.

But he still held on, and said in a flat tone, "We don't offer counteroffers."

Nie's mother still wanted to grind the price, but was dragged by Nie Bao'er.

She sighed softly and reluctantly handed over the bank card.

Zhai Nian swiped the card in a daze, and wrapped the work for them very seriously.

Nie Bao'er stared at her movements closely, even forgetting that Shen Fanyin was still here.

Nie's mother has been directing, eager to find a safe to put it in.

Shen Fanyin followed Mr. Zhai quietly, listening to him explain the details of each work and what craftsmanship was used.

As soon as Mr. Zhai talked about silk, his whole temperament changed.

He was like an old pedant who had studied for many years, eager to tell everything he had learned.

Shen Fanyin was still a little distracted, but after listening to it, he fell into it.

She listened intently, asking a question from time to time.

Mr. Zhai saw that she listened carefully, and his enthusiasm for the lecture was even higher.

The old and the young just talked, as if their world was covered with a protective shield, and the movement of the outside world could not disturb them at all.

Nie Bao'er waited for Zhai Nian Nian to finish packing, and carefully moved it up with Nie's mother.

She originally wanted to say a few words about Shen Fanyin, but when the yin and yang weird words came out, the other party didn't hear it at all.

Nie Bao'er was so angry that her chest rose and fell sharply, if it weren't for her reason, she would even want to smash Shen Fanyin to death with the things in her hand.

Nie's mother frowned and whispered, "Bao'er, let's go back first, don't bump into such an expensive thing."

Nie Bao'er glanced at Shen Fanyin's back fiercely, snorted coldly, and then cautiously followed Nie's mother out of the door.

Zhai Niannian looked at the two of them and couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe his sweat.

It's really hard to serve.

If this work was really sold to them for 3,008, then their store would definitely lose money - the foam cloth used to wrap the work used dozens of meters, which is not too exaggerated.

Nie Bao'er and Nie's mother went out, and Nie's mother was rare and generous, and said to Nie Bao'er, "Bao'er, let's take a taxi and go, don't bump into things."

"Hmm." Nie Bao'er was a little tired carrying something, but she was reluctant to put it on the ground.

The two of them stood on the side of the road waiting for the car, and Nie's mother looked at the foam cloth for a while and suddenly smiled.

"Mom, what are you laughing at?" Nie Bao'er said angrily, "Shen Fanyin is so angry, I'm almost angry!"

"You don't care what she does," Nie's mother said with a low chuckle, "She's just a little designer who can't be on the stage, and you will become a big star in the future, so you can't just toss her as much as you want?"

Nie Bao'er nodded vigorously: "Yes! I'm going to get her down on her knees and change my clothes when the time comes!"

The two of them imagined a bright future, and a low-key and luxurious Maybach slowly stopped in front of them.

Nie Bao'er's eyes lit up, and she immediately put away the resentment on her face and showed the most gentle smile.

The back door of the car opened, and Jing Zeheng, who was dressed in a black suit, got out of the car.

As soon as Nie Bao'er saw Jing Zeheng's face, two red clouds quickly dyed her cheeks.

She heard her own heartbeat, and she felt like her heart was about to jump out.

She looked at Jing Zeheng stupidly, and even forgot to manage her expressions.

Jing Zeheng didn't even give her a look, as if he didn't see two big living people on the side of the road, he went straight past them and walked towards the wooden door.