Yan Mingshun put the pen holder and snuff box into his schoolbag, and asked intentionally: "Don't the other eyebrows plan to make a move?" ”

Wu Mei didn't want to answer: "I want to keep those for myself, and I don't plan to sell them." ”

She has already thought about it, although she can make a lot of money by reselling antiques, but her age is here, it is really too eye-catching, it can be done once or twice, but it will definitely arouse the suspicion of people with a heart for a long time, just a person like her who has no background, no backer and no brains, if people star, she is not sure to get out of the way, let alone protect the ball.

The house is already there, as long as the money is enough for her to spend, these antiques will be collected, and when she becomes stronger, she will shoot slowly, or when she is not short of money, she will learn from a certain Uncle Ma in the future, build a private museum by herself, and collect tickets to be able to eat and drink.

And what she gave Yan Mingshun was carefully selected, and now she can judge the value of the object according to Qiuqiu's reaction, the dresser box and snuffbox are not too valuable, and she didn't dare to take out the others, feeling that it should be worth more than the ancient money in the first round.

Yan Mingshun didn't ask any more, he just took a cursory look, and he didn't know anything else, but those two paintings were the payment of the Bada Mountain People, according to this view, nine out of ten are genuine, and their value is immeasurable.

If Wu Mei wants to get rid of it, he will definitely buy it and keep it for himself, and he can be sure that in the next ten years, the value of these paintings will inevitably increase several times, or it will be difficult to find a painting.

Wu Mei put the clean silver bracelet on his wrist, the white and delicate Hao wrist and the mysterious and beautiful bracelet complement each other, it is indescribably good-looking, Wu Mei raised his wrist, smiled at Yan Mingshun, and asked: "Brother Mingshun, is it good-looking?" ”

Yan Mingshun realized that he was in a trance for a while, turned his head in annoyance, and smiled unnaturally, "It's beautiful." ”

He was so distracted by the paws of a milky little girl that he didn't deserve to run ten laps more at night.

"You have to go to Xiong's house in the afternoon to recognize your relatives, so it's better to go back early."

Wu Mei jumped into the car and hugged the urn tightly, carefully, if this urn was broken, Qiuqiu would definitely be very angry, she had to hold it tightly.

"Brother Ming Shun, shall we go to Huaihai Road first? I want to put these things there. Wu Mei whispered.

"Good"

Yan Mingshun turned around and rode in the direction of Huaihai Road, he remembered that the bungalow had a dark room, and Wu Mei could put things in that dark room.

"In the afternoon, I asked someone to change the lock on the door, so it was safer."

"But I don't have that much money right now." Wu Mei was a little embarrassed.

"I'll take care of it for you first, and then return it to me when these two things are gone."

"Well, thank you, Brother Ming Shun." Wu Mei was grateful.

"Don't always thank you in the future." Yan Mingshun instructed that he didn't like to hear the little girl say thank you too much, and he felt very angry.

"Well, no thanks." Wu Mei responded obediently, Yan Mingshun slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and his faint smile was more warm than Qiuyang.

Wu Mei left three silver ornaments by herself, these are small in size, put them around and do not eye, she wants to go back and wash the silver ornaments, see their true faces, what is so strange about it, hook the ball ball has to be bought by her.

More than a dozen dollars!

Because he went to Huaihai Road to take a turn, Wu Mei came home a little late, it was past eleven o'clock, He Biyun had already gotten up, cooking lunch in front of the stove, seeing her coldly, he didn't say anything.