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But the staff immediately retorted: "Sir, that's not what you said. Even if this thing was a defective item at the time, it has been preserved for nearly 800 years, and it still has a certain collection value!"

Li Jin nodded and said calmly: "It has a certain collection value, but this is not what we are looking for. Let me look at other things!"

The staff member didn't know what to say and said, "Then take a look at the calligraphy and painting over there. They are authentic works by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty!"

Hearing this, Li Jin looked in the direction pointed by the other party and saw that there was indeed a thin gold calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall.

But he frowned slightly and said with some disgust: "We are celebrating the birthday of a business leader, and his career is at its peak. If I give him such a calligraphy, painting and music of the subjugated king, this is not right. Are you cursing others?"

"Pfft!" Li Songci couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

This time the staff member couldn't bear it anymore and retorted: "Sir, that's not what you said! According to your statement, 90% of the antiques in the world are dug out from the tombs of the dead. .”

"Things used by dead people are unlucky. Why do so many wealthy businessmen buy them back for collection?"

Li Jin did not continue talking to the clerk. He noticed a bronze Pixiu placed on the shelf. It looked ordinary and had a layer of dust on it.

At a glance, you can tell that no one usually notices the existence of this thing.

Even the store owner and staff never noticed it.

"Boss, how much does that bronze Pixiu cost?" Li Jin asked the silent shop owner in a calm tone.

When the boss heard this, he turned around and noticed that there was such an object in his store. He blurted it out without thinking.

"You said that thing was cheap when I bought it and not worth much. If you want it, I'll give it to you for three thousand yuan!"

Li Jin glanced at Li Songci and said, "Miss Li, pay for it!"

Li Songci suddenly came back to his senses and showed a surprised expression.

"Ah...just...just this...you want me to give this to Mr. Huo?"

Li Jin nodded and said with certainty: "Yes, that's it."

Li Songci wanted to say something more, but looking at Li Jin's expression, it didn't look like he was joking.

At the same time, I was thinking, since it’s only three thousand yuan anyway, why not buy it first.

After I get out, I'll ask him what's so mysterious about this bronze Pixiu.

So he took out his credit card and paid the boss, took the bronze Pixiu and left the antique store.

After getting in the car, Li Songci couldn't help but ask: "I really don't understand. There are so many things in it, whether they are true or false, at least they look much better than this Pixiu. Why did you choose it? "

Li Jin knew she would ask this question, so he smiled and explained: "Don't underestimate this bronze Pixiu. Although it looks inconspicuous, its value is not small. I won't lie to you. You can take this as a gift. Those who truly understand will naturally understand his value.”

Li Jin did not tell Li Song Ci how much it was worth. Speaking of which, the bronze Pixiu had some connection with his previous life, but he would definitely not say these things to Li Song Ci.

Hearing this, Li Songci looked surprised: "In that case, the owner of the antique shop is so blind. He mistook fish eyes for pearls and pearls for fish eyes. How ironic!"

Li Jin smiled and said lightly: "Owners of antique shops like this sell too many fakes. Over time, even they themselves can't tell the difference between real and fake. It's normal."

The two stopped talking about this topic, and Li Songci added: "Anyway, thank you for helping me choose a gift today. To thank you, let me treat you to dinner."

Li Jin happened to be a little hungry: "Okay, then you choose a place, and I can eat whatever you want."