"Qingqing, tell that old lady I want to buy this cup. I'm offering six million. See if she'll sell it to me," Ye Xunmei suddenly said.

Ye Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then her anger surged up. She said irritably, "Uncle Yu said it's worth 15 to 16 million, and you won't even pay half of that. You're ripping people off!"

She's a shrewd businesswoman; she wouldn't do anything to cheat people.

Ye Xunmei smiled, "Six million is only because of you. Otherwise, I would only give five million, or even four million at most."

In any transaction, there is bound to be bargaining. For every offer, there is a counter-offer. He certainly wouldn't buy at the original price, as that would be too risky. Moreover, someone like Sister Wang, who doesn't understand the market, is actually the easiest to fool. If he really wanted to cheat her, offering 500,000 yuan would definitely make Sister Wang willingly sell.

Six million is enough for Sister Wang to enjoy her retirement; he has already been very kind.

Ye Qingqing was still unhappy, so Miao Tianxiang helped explain, "Six million is indeed a lot. As Xiao Yu just said, fifteen or sixteen million is for someone with the right connections. Many antiques are priceless and unavailable. You can afford the price but not the item. Your grandfather's six million is quite reasonable. Others wouldn't even be willing to pay five million."

"How can there be such a big difference?"

Ye Qingqing still couldn't understand it. Fifteen or sixteen million had suddenly become just a fraction of what it used to be; the difference was just too great.

Ye Xunmei smiled and said, "The key to antique collecting is having a good eye. Take your Uncle Yu, for example. He bought many treasures in the countryside for just a few dollars. Once, he went to a noodle stall and bought someone's condiment dish for two dollars. Do you know what that condiment jar is?"

Ye Qingqing shook her head. How would she know? But it must be a valuable treasure.

Ye Xunmei said enviously, "It's a small Yuan blue and white porcelain jar, and it's still in pretty good condition. After your Uncle Yu took it back and cleaned it, he wouldn't sell it even if someone offered him five million, saying he wanted to keep it as a treasure to protect his family."

Ye Qingqing swallowed again. Two yuan bought a treasure worth five million. If she were that noodle stall owner, she would definitely cry her eyes out. It seems that her scumbag grandfather is actually quite kind.

"Then I'll go back and ask Grandma Wang if she's willing to sell it."

Ye Qingqing took the cup and left, intending to go to the hospital to ask right now.

After she left, Miao Tianxiang asked Xunmei with a smile, "Do you want to give the cup to Qingqing?"

She saw through the old man's little scheme at a glance, which meant that the old man still had some conscience.

Ye Xunmei smiled and said ingratiatingly, "Darling, you are wise and powerful. Nothing can be hidden from you. I want to give this girl as part of her dowry."

Six million is more than enough for him. In ten years, it should increase at least tenfold. This is a conservative estimate. Ye Xunmei's vision is indeed good. Ten years later, the same cup was auctioned for a sky-high price of 200 million, which is more than twenty times the original price.

Ye Qingqing went to the hospital and bought soup and food. It was almost noon, and Aunt Lu would definitely not be willing to buy food. As for Sister Wang's children, she wasn't sure if they would bring food over, so she decided to buy some and take it with her.

Besides Aunt Lu, Wang Jie's youngest daughter was also in the ward. She had also bought food, but it was just a school cafeteria meal that looked bland and watery, and Ye Qingqing couldn't eat it.

“I bought fish soup. Grandma Wang, have this. It’s still warm. Aunt Lu, you have this.”

Ye Qingqing placed the restaurant's food boxes on the table. Her youngest daughter only bought food for Sister Wang and not for Aunt Lu. Moreover, it seemed that they had argued before, as her youngest daughter's expression was not good.

"Mom, fire the caregiver. Why waste the money?" the younger daughter said irritably.