"I'll just arrange flowers when I find the boss." Ye Qingqing shouted.

Ye Mingcheng responded and rode his bike away. The antique street was not far from here, and it was only a dozen minutes to ride a bike, so he often went to stroll around.

Ye Qingqing looked at the pottery jar and asked the old man, "Uncle, how about this jar?"

Dr. Hu didn't even look at it and said, "There are so many things in the countryside that the rice is too small and the pickled pickles have no lid. They can only be used as a urine jar. If there is a good thing, the liar can give it to your father for free? It must be worthless rags."

Ye Qingqing nodded. Dr. Hu was right, and it was no longer her father's turn to have good things.

The old man looked at the pottery jar and said embarrassedly: "I have not studied ceramics, so I can't say anything. Do I want me to find an expert to identify it for you?"

"No, no, I just asked casually. This jar is probably a fake." Ye Qingqing shook her head vigorously. She didn't bother with this. As long as her father's urination is, the baby would definitely not be the turn.

Dr. Hu joked, "It's not cost-effective to buy more than a dozen jars for the money you ask for an expert to identify."

Everyone was amused. They didn't even look at the pottery jar. They were just an inconspicuous broken jar. The rice jars in the countryside were more practical than this. And with Ye Mingcheng's 25-year-old eyesight, what treasures could be retrieved? It was probably a defective product picked up by the boss from the pottery kiln, so they gave it to Ye Mingcheng for free.

Ye Qingqing was not in a hurry to go home, wanting to see what Ye Mingcheng got back. He didn't wait too long and came back in less than an hour. There was a jar in the basket with a similar color to the clay pot in Ye Qingqing's hand, but the mouth of the bottle was a little narrower and the neck was longer, which looked more like a vase.

"I'll just give you one? This boss is too stingy." Ye Qingqing was not too fond of the jar he had brought back. The bottle mouth was too narrow and there were not many flowers in it. It was better to have the same one as before.

"There is only one left in the stall." Ye Mingcheng stuttered.

He went over with great momentum, but the boss smiled and couldn't scold him, but he still argued with reason. The boss finally agreed to give him one and let him choose it himself.

"I originally wanted to pick a painting, but when you said you wanted a jar, you took the jar back."

Ye Mingcheng was quite regretful. He felt that the painting was more promising, but if his daughter wanted a jar, he had to satisfy her daughter. Let's buy the painting later.

Ye Qingqing looked angry, "Fortunately you didn't choose paintings. Those are fake and shoddy products. This jar can be arranged in flowers."

Although the jar is not good-looking, it is as simple as her wish. The big belly jar is placed in the living room and the long neck is placed in her bedroom, so she can avoid buying a vase again.

"Don't go to that boss to buy things again in the future. I've cheated you a lot over the years, right? You have to compare shopping for things. You just pick a pit, and you deserve to be cheated!" Ye Qingqing complained.

Although one is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten, her father just let a bad boss get fucked, and his heart is tight when he thinks about it.

"I know, I won't buy it at that old scammer's stall in the future." Ye Mingcheng was also worried and decided to buy the painting he had just liked, then transfer the stall and stop dealing with the old scammers.

The old man looked at Ye Qingqing holding the two jars, but couldn't help it, and said, "I'm looking at these two jars for some years. Maybe Dr. Ye has found a leak this time, so it's better to find an expert to take a look."

Although he doesn't know much about pottery, there are many people who play with this in the antique circle, and everyone will show their recent collections. The old man still knows a little bit. These two pottery jars are at least more reliable than the previous bamboo calligraphy and paintings.
Chapter completed!