Ye Xunmei shook her head. "It's just a crack, not broken. It's probably more than half broken, but I don't know for sure. We'd have to find an expert to assess it. Does your friend want to sell it?"
"Yes, she wants to sell it to support herself in her old age."
Ye Qingqing briefly explained Wang Jie's situation. Miao Tianxiang was so angry that her eyebrows shot up. She cursed, "These kinds of children should have been thrown down the toilet back then. What's the point of raising them?"
Ye Xunmei advised, "Children are all good when they are young. What parent would be willing to throw them away?"
Ye Qingqing pouted, the words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back down. Back then, Ye Xunmei still abandoned his wife and children. Humph, what a scumbag!
Now that time has passed, Gu Nianci and Ye Mingcheng have both chosen to forgive each other. Ye Qingqing is too lazy to say anything more, but she is still somewhat resentful. Ye Xunmei suddenly realized this, her smile faltered, and she gave a few awkward laughs, feeling uneasy.
Having gone through so much, looking back on his life, he was indeed quite a scoundrel. It's understandable that his granddaughter dislikes him, and he himself doesn't feel he deserves respect.
"I'll call my friend right now."
Ye Xunmei was very proactive and wanted to get things done well. It was the first time Ye Qingqing had asked him to do something, and he couldn't afford to make a mistake.
He has extensive connections in cultural circles, and the people he calls are veteran collectors of porcelain, so their eyesight is naturally excellent, and they know the market for all kinds of porcelain.
Ye Qingqing originally thought they would come in a few days, but she underestimated these people's enthusiasm for antiques. When the person on the other end of the phone heard that it was a Chenghua chicken cup, he simply said, "I'll be there in half an hour."
He hung up the phone immediately.
Ye Xunmei smiled and shook her head, then said to Miao Tianxiang, "Xiao Yu is coming over, do you want to get ready?"
Miao Tianxiang, who was still yawning, suddenly jumped up and rushed into the house like the wind. She was in such a terrible state that she couldn't possibly be seen by outsiders.
Xiao Yu arrived quickly, in less than half an hour. Ye Qingqing had thought he was a young man, but he wasn't. He was at least fifty years old, with gray hair, full of energy, wearing a long robe, and his eyes occasionally flashed with a sharp light. He looked like a shrewd and capable person.
"Where's the cup? Have you inspected it?"
As soon as Xiao Yu entered the room, she couldn't wait to ask about the cup. Her accent was distinctly Kyoto. In Pingjiang, no one addresses each other with "you" (您), even elders. In Kyoto, however, everyone uses "you" (您) and is very polite, whether they are peers or elders.
"I've checked it, it should be correct. Why don't you take another look?"
Ye Xunmei moved the box in front of Xiao Yu and introduced Ye Qingqing, "This is my granddaughter, Qingqing, and this is your Uncle Yu."
"Hello, Uncle Yu."
Ye Qingqing stood up and called out. She felt that this old man Yu looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where.
Xiao Yu looked her over a few times and praised, "She has a blessed face. Old Ye, your granddaughter has a good face. You came in a hurry and didn't bring anything nice. This string of beads is for the little girl to wear and play with."
As she spoke, Xiao Yu took off a string of dark beads from her wrist. It looked unremarkable, but Ye Qingqing knew that something a player like Xiao Yu would bring out was definitely not cheap.
"Thank you, Uncle Yu."
Ye Qingqing didn't refuse. She couldn't refuse a gift from an elder. At worst, she could just prepare some pills for this old man Yu later.
The bracelet was heavy, emitting a dark luster and a faint fragrance. Ye Qingqing, being rather ignorant, couldn't tell what material it was made of, but she guessed it was probably wooden beads.
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