She turned to look at Zhuang Zhou and asked curiously:
"Xiaozhuang, how is your antique shop business?
Are there any particularly interesting collections?"
Zhuang Zhou smiled and said:
“The antique shop business is pretty good.
As for interesting collections, there are so many, and each antique has its own story.”
Meng Tianxiang also interjected:
"Xiaozhuang, what kind of antiques are you mainly dealing in now?"
"There are so many things here. Jade, wood, collectibles, calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, bronzes, I have them all in my shop."
Zhuang Zhou replied.
Meng Tianxiang nodded and then asked:
"Then you should have some knowledge of antique appraisal, right?"
Zhuang Zhou smiled modestly:
"I can't say I'm very accomplished, I just know the basics."
Meng Tianxiang didn't care and said with a smile:
“It’s good for young people to be modest, but they don’t have to be too modest.
The collections you took to Christie's auction are all very valuable!
Adding them together, it would be at least 100 million, right?"
Zhuang Zhou was asked this question suddenly and didn't want to answer at first.
I could only nod and reply:
"That's about right!"
Crash!
Mother Meng stopped picking up food with her chopsticks, looked at Zhuang Zhou in great surprise, and asked:
"How can your little antique shop really make hundreds of millions?"
Zhuang Zhou explained with a smile:
"Auntie, in the antique business, sometimes a piece of collection can be worth a fortune.
Although the collection in my store is not large, each piece is carefully selected, so the value is naturally higher."
After hearing this, Mother Meng couldn't help but nod in admiration:
"It seems you have good vision!
Unlike our Meng Xuan, who insisted on opening a clothing store, I don’t know what she was thinking.”
Hearing this, Meng Xuan couldn't help but pout and retorted:
"Mom, what's wrong with my clothing store?
I'm self-reliant and that's the life I want."
Zhuang Zhou also interjected:
"Auntie, Meng Xuan is really amazing, she dares to think and do.
She has her own ideas and pursuits, and I think we should support her."
Mother Meng sighed and said nothing more.
But the way he looked at Zhuang Zhou was completely different.
The atmosphere at the dinner table also became relaxed.
“…”
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