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"No, no, no, no, no!"

The Fat Boss shook his head urgently, "Impossible! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

At this moment, Che Xiaoxiao rushed over in a hurry.

"Huff, huff~ Huff, huff~ Boss!!" Che Xiaoxiao panted heavily.

"Y-Young lady, is there something you need?" The Fat Boss swallowed hard, shrinking back as he cautiously asked.

"Huff~ Fat Uncle, those seven porcelain pieces I sold you last night, do you still have them? I'm willing to pay ten thousand yuan to buy them back!" Che Xiaoxiao said, out of breath.

"It's over!"

The Fat Boss's eyes rolled as a sense of foreboding deepened in his heart.

He swallowed again, eyes wide, cautiously asking, "What about those porcelain pieces?"

"It's nothing, just that one of them is my grandfather's masterpiece. He intended to keep it as a non-sale item, but I accidentally put it on the shelf yesterday..." Che Xiaoxiao explained, looking 'frustrated.'

"Whew~~~"

Hearing Che Xiaoxiao's explanation, the Fat Boss's tense nerves relaxed instantly.

He exchanged a glance with the owner of Stall No. 1 next door and laughed, "I thought it was something serious, but in the end, it's just a replica. That's a relief!"

"Fat Uncle..." Che Xiaoxiao said innocently, "How about this, Fat Uncle, those seven porcelain pieces were two hundred yuan each, you spent a total of fourteen hundred yuan. I'll pay twenty thousand yuan to buy them back. How about that?"

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The Fat Boss shook his head, "No, young..."

Before he could finish, Che Xiaoxiao hurriedly interrupted, "Thirty thousand! Fat Uncle, I'll offer thirty thousand, no, no, no, fifty thousand! I'm willing to pay fifty thousand yuan to buy back those seven porcelain pieces!"

"No, young lady, listen to me..."

Before the Fat Boss could finish, he was once again interrupted by Che Xiaoxiao's offer, "One hundred thousand! Fat Boss, I'm willing to pay one hundred thousand to buy them back!"

Che Xiaoxiao looked pitiful, pouting as she continued, "Please, Fat Uncle, that porcelain piece is really important to my grandfather..."

"Young lady, listen to me!"

The Fat Boss hurriedly explained, "It's not that I don't want to sell them to you, but I just sold the whole lot to someone else!"

"What!?"

Che Xiaoxiao was struck as if by lightning, "Sold, sold, sold!?"

"Yeah, young lady, Old Wang said some young man insisted on paying five hundred thousand to buy those seven porcelain pieces..." the owner of Stall No. 1 couldn't help but interject.

"F-F-Five hundred thousand!?" Che Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded.

"By the way, Old Wang, how did you persuade that young man? Those are just porcelain pieces made in a workshop, yet he was willing to pay five hundred thousand!" the owner of Stall No. 1 asked curiously.

"Hehehe, I didn't say much. I just mentioned that these porcelain pieces were bought from the countryside, and that the family had followed Li Shimin at the end of the Sui Dynasty, reaching their peak during Wu Zetian's reign..." the Fat Boss scratched his head.

"Tang Tri-Color Pottery? Did you tell that young man those seven porcelain pieces were Tang Tri-Color Pottery?" the owner of Stall No. 1 asked, eyes wide, "And he actually believed your nonsense?"

"Heh, hehehe..."

The Fat Boss explained smugly, "I wasn't lying. The young lady's family workshop is really in a mountain village, and their craftsmanship truly has been passed down since the Tang Dynasty. The seven porcelain pieces I sold him are indeed Tang Tri-Color Pottery, just not from the Tang Dynasty..."

"But wasn't that young man quite shrewd? Just yesterday, he spent two thousand here and picked up a bronze wine cup worth six hundred thousand. How could he be so foolish today? If there were genuine Tang Tri-Color Pottery among those pieces, would it still be his turn?" the owner of Stall No. 1 said enviously.

"Haha, young people are impulsive. It's quite normal!" the Fat Boss laughed proudly.

"Sigh~~~ Old Wang, I envy you. When will I encounter such a big spender?" the owner of Stall No. 1 sighed.

"It's over, it's over, it's over!"

Che Xiaoxiao, standing to the side, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, muttering to herself, "What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do now, Che Xiaoxiao, you really are a fool, doing something so stupid just to get online early to play PUBG, ahhh!"

Che Xiaoxiao was now regretting so much that her intestines were turning blue.

Yesterday, in her haste to get online and play games, she hadn't paid much attention while packing, which led to her accidentally putting a genuine Tang Tri-Color Pottery piece on the shelf.

It wasn't until this morning, when she opened for business, that Che Xiaoxiao belatedly realized she had accidentally sold a genuine Tang Tri-Color Pottery piece!

Thinking about it, Che Xiaoxiao was almost driven to tears by her own foolishness.

"Hey, hey, hey, young lady, don't cry. Even though it's your grandfather's masterpiece, it's ultimately just a replica. Just apologize to your grandfather when you get home, no need to cry..." the Fat Boss hurriedly consoled.

"I told you I'm not crying!"

Che Xiaoxiao looked up, glaring angrily at the Fat Boss, retorting, "First, I'm not crying. Second, I told you it's just a replica!"

The Fat Boss was taken aback.

The next second!

His eyes widened sharply, "Y-Young lady, what do you mean by that? N-Not a replica..."

"Who's a young lady!"

Che Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, "I'm 18 this year, an adult, not young. As for what I meant, it's exactly as I said, it's not a replica. It's a family heirloom, and my grandfather once had a customer willing to pay ten million for it, but he refused!"