Inside the antique shop, the atmosphere was very lively.
But Wu Sanri couldn't be happy.
It must be known that in the antique industry, the scariest thing was when one's own antiques were easily exposed by others, which meant that the owner would have no hope of selling them out for a high price in the future anymore.
Moreover, if you encounter a good thing that you have slapped your eyes on, but someone buys it at a cheap price instead, your heart will bleed.
Therefore, when Wu Sanri saw Ye Bei slowly walked to the front of a shelf, he could no longer calm down.
"Little brother, this is just a clay jar, not an antique. I put it here as an ornament casually only. If you want, you can choose something else." Wu Sanri's voice was hurried. And he did not know that he had already exposed himself.
On the shelf, there was an ancient jar. The mouth of the jar was very thin, only the size of a needle. It was not bad to say that it was fully enclosed.
