Reborn Xueba, she is beautiful and sassy

Hao Xin nodded: "Why doesn't it look like it?"

How could this guest have seen Zheng Zheng? But I did hear that Zheng Zheng was just a high school girl. Now that I saw Hao Xin, although her age seemed to match, her appearance still didn't look like her.

"Then who is your master?" the guest asked with a skeptical tone.

Hao Xin chuckled lightly: "If you are asking about my antique appreciation master, it is Master Fan Zhongfan, the big boss in the collection world. If you are asking about my calligraphy master, it is Lai Lai, the president of the Calligraphy Association.

Respectfully, Master Lai."

Hao Xin's answer was definitely correct, and the guest chuckled: "Even if you get the answer right, it doesn't prove that you are Reincarnation. Reincarnation is Master Lai's apprentice. Everyone knows this."

Hao Xin laughed: "You don't care whether you believe it or not? Even if this is the case, what does it have to do with me whether you believe it or not?"

Originally I didn't quite believe that Hao Xin was reborn, but looking at Hao Xin's coldness, I had to believe it.

Indeed, she was right. It didn't matter whether he believed she was reborn or not. If she was reborn, she would always be. If not, it wouldn't have much to do with this matter.

At this moment, the guest believed it in his heart, but he just refused to admit it with his mouth.

But Fan Zhong refused. He patted Hao Xin and said, "Disciple, follow me."

Fan Zhong led Hao Xin to a table with antique furniture, took out paper, ink, pen and inkstone from the cabinet and spread it on the table, "You promised me just now that you would give me two pieces of calligraphy."

Hao Xin immediately understood what Fan Zhong meant. All verbal disputes were inferior to direct strength.

Hao Xin glanced at Fan Zhong gratefully. Fan Zhong's face was cold, with an expression that said, "You can't bully my apprentice."

For Fan Zhong's sake, Hao Xin also thought about it seriously before picking up his pen and starting to write.

These two paintings are classics among Hao Xin's works, both in terms of their profound background and innovative fonts, fully embodying the essence of her works.

Needless to say, just use these two words, and no one will question Hao Xin’s identity!

Among young people of this age, who else can write such a work except Rebirth.

Fan Zhong looked at the two paintings with satisfaction and pointed them to the guests with a smile: "The words "Rebirth", how much do you think these two paintings are worth? Is it true that you have this at home?"

Real? How can this be true?

Even the words are false, where can the real calligraphy and painting come from!

Without waiting for the guest to answer, Hao Xin said quietly: "I have never sold calligraphy and painting for any money! Even if you are willing to buy these two paintings, I don't know if I will sell them!"

Then he pointed to two vases and said: "Let's talk about these vases. Since Mr. likes it so much, we have made a rare pair for you. It also means that they are destined to you. This is an excellent opportunity that you cannot miss.

Oh, so do you want to accept it or not?"

The guest wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and then said: "Forget it, forget it, that's your filial piety towards the master. I won't feel uneasy if you take away someone's love, so I'll leave it to your master."

Hao Xin frowned: "My master has already said that he doesn't like it, so I should give him one that he likes, right? So, I'd better give this pair to you! One bottle costs eight million, and two are equal to one."

Sixteen million, I’ll give you a discount, fifteen million is enough.”

Hearing this, the guest was so frightened that his legs were weak and he was sweating. Fan Zhong said rudely: "If you don't have money, just say you don't have money. Don't act like a big-tailed wolf here."

The guest finally said: "Well, I remembered it. I still have something to do. I'll leave today. I'll come back next time. Next time."

The customer almost rolled out of the store, and Hao Xin couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.

Fan Zhong looked at his back and snorted coldly: "It's ridiculous for a poor guy to brag in front of me."

Hao Xin was still very grateful to Fan Zhong in her heart. She could feel his protection and protection just now, which made her feel very comforted.

In fact, she really doesn't care whether others recognize her "rebirth" identity, but Fan Zhong cares, Lai Jingcheng cares, and even Li Jing, Fang Shuyi, and Tu Yi care.

These former bosses cared for her and protected her like elders. This emotion made her feel very precious.

Hao Xin pushed the box in front of Fan Zhong: "Master, this one honors you."

Fan Zhong was stunned for a moment, then reached out to touch the bottle: "Are you serious?"

Hao Xin nodded: "It's guaranteed to be fake! It's more real than pearls!"

Fan Zhong picked up the bottle and looked at it front and back, carefully appraising it inside and out, and then sighed: "Thankfully that idiot confiscated this vase, otherwise we would have suffered a big loss."

Hao Xin didn't know why: "Master, how do you say this?"

Hao Xin didn't think it would be a loss. You must know that she paid 500,000 yuan for this bottle. Now she directly offered 8 million yuan, which has already doubled countless times.

Fan Zhong put the bottle back into the box: "This one looks similar to the one I have, but it is more valuable than mine. I really lost eight million."

Hao Xin was even more surprised. He looked at the two bottles and saw nothing surprising.

Fan Zhong asked, "You shouldn't have paid 8 million for this bottle, right? Then you still made 2 million."

Hao Xin twitched the corner of his mouth: "Here, I received five hundred thousand."

Fortunately, Fan Zhong had already put the vase down, otherwise he would have been afraid that he would be so shocked that his hands would soften and he would drop the vase.

Fan Zhong even thought he heard wrongly and confirmed: "You, how much did you say?"

Hao Xin gestured with his hands: "Five hundred thousand."

Fan Zhong patted Hao Xin on the shoulder: "Okay."

For the first time, he felt that he was so at a loss for words, unable to say anything except the word "good".

Hao Xin picked up the box and stuffed it into Fan Zhong's arms: "Master, this bottle is given to you. It matches that bottle exactly, which makes them even more valuable."

Fan Zhong does not make a living by selling antiques. Not all the antiques displayed here are for sale. He opened this store just to find something to do for himself. When he meets someone he likes, he will pass it on to others. Antiques are not originally for sale.

It’s very eye-catching and the price is very casual.

Fan Zhong waved his hand: "How can I accept your gift? If Lao Lai and the other old guys find out about this, they won't make fun of me to death? I still want it!"

These old people have always been like this. They have deep feelings for each other but they all "look down on" each other. They compare each other and will fight each other when they get the chance. They are all a bunch of old kids.

In Hao Xin's opinion, it's so cute!

Hao Xin smiled: "Master, if I don't tell, who will know?"

Fan Zhong still insisted: "That's not okay. I will accept your things. This goes against my principles of life."

Hao Xin was still a student, and Fan Zhong had his own persistence.

Hao Xin said helplessly: "It's useless for me to keep this bottle. It's not a waste. It's better to put it in the right place to reflect its value."

Fan Zhong still waved his hand and persisted, and the two of them reached a deadlock for a while.