Even now, the price of genuine Hainan Huanghuali remains very high.
This stool is made of solid porcelain, but the workmanship is poor.
There must be some story behind this, right? And it's a love story.
Take a bold guess: a loving husband made this small stool by hand from Hainan rosewood so that his wife could get ready.
Instantly elevates your style.
Liu Yihang put his hand under the stool and found that it weighed more than 20 kilograms, it was really sturdy.
"This stool?" Yunyin asked curiously, but stopped halfway through her sentence, knowing that walls have ears.
Liu Yihang pointed to the dressing table and said, "We're renovating the house, and you happen to need a dressing table. Let's take it back with us."
Yunyin thought to herself, "Isn't the house supposed to be minimalist? How does this old-fashioned dressing table match? Unless it's for Lin Guihua's use."
Liu Yihang certainly wouldn't say something meaningless; he's probably up to something again.
She replied cooperatively, "Okay, I quite like it."
Liu Yihang got up and went into the courtyard.
"Boss, how much is that dressing table in the side room? My girlfriend likes it, and we can take it back to use as a dressing table."
The boss's eyes darted around: "That's an old thing, left to me by my great-great-grandmother. You can take it for two thousand."
Liu Yihang was taken aback: "What? Two thousand? You should keep it for yourself. I'd rather use two thousand to buy my girlfriend a new, more fashionable and beautiful outfit."
This dressing table is old, but it's not really ancient. Boss, don't try to fool me, I know what I'm doing.
The shop owner gave an awkward smile: "Then name your price?"
Liu Yihang held up two fingers: "Two hundred at most."
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