NovelEnglish"If I'm not mistaken, that's a work of Michelangelo. It originally cin a pair. I previously had one of them in my collection..." The old man said. "Michelangelo?" The stall owner was stunned. "Do you mean... The originator of purple clay teapot, Michelangelo? The one from the 15th century?" "Yes..." The old man said.
"Oh my god... Then... How much does it worth?" The stall owner's eyes were filled with shock.
"If it's really a work of Michelangelo, it'd be worth at least ten million," the old man said.
"What? Is this thing worth ten million? I sold it for 50,000. Why was I still foolishly giggling here? Am I stupid?" The stall owner felt remorseful, and he repeatedly stomped his feet in place. "Well... Yes." The old man turned around and left after saying that.
The stall owner was left fuming on his own. "D*mn! I'm really stupid!" Meanwhile, the youngsters were thoroughly shocked. After looking at each other, they all took in a deep breath and started discussing amongst themselves- "That thing is actually worth ten million." "So, that pretty lady isn't stupid, but we are...' 11 "That's unbelievable. Why is that lady so amazing?" Now, they all felt deeply embarrassed at themselves.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe stall owner felt even worse.
Wasn't he the greater fool? Now, he regretted selling it! Seeing that Xyla hadn't walked too far away, he instantly ran after her! Meanwhile, with one hand holding the item she just bought and the other holding Sharon Lindt's hand, she happily walked through the crowd. Occasionally, she would glance at the purple clay teapot. "Xyla... This looks like a real antique. I wonder who made it," Sharon said.
"We'll find out who made it once we remove this outer layer of encrustation," Xyla said and chuckled.
Xyla couldn't say too much, lest she made Sharon suspicious...
Although Xyla knew that Sharon would not harm her, this was a very important matter. The lesser it was known, the less risk there would be.
"Well... Anyway, it's definitely worth more than 50,000." Sharon was smiling brightly.
"Wait a second, young lady... Wait..." Right then, the stall owner's voice could be heard.
Xyla instantly stopped walking and turned around to look behind her.
Sharon did the sthing.
Soon, Xyla saw the stall owner pushing the bodyguards behind her away. He ran up to them, sweating profusely while he did so.
The stall owner looked at Xyla with his hands on his knees. He wiped his sweat away while he pointed at the purple clay teapot in her hands. "This... This... Give it back to me. I don't want to sell it anymore." His heart felt like it was bleeding when he looked at the purple clay teapot! "There's a rule in the antique business that once an item was sold, it cannot be returned. Isn't that what you said?" Xyla chuckled.
The stall owner was speechless all of a sudden.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter that, Xyla grabbed Sharon's hand and turned around without looking back.
The stall owner stomped his feet regretfully once again.
Sharon turned around and happened to witness it. s'ash th Findel.n't Ah the Find website on Google to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. Hence, she couldn't resist laughing. "I bet that master told him something." "Do you know who that master was?" Xyla asked.
"He looks like the president of Atlantis Antique Association, Xavier York. He's a very reputable figure in En.
the world of antiques," Sharon said. "Oh," Xyla said.
"Later, we'll get your grandfather to help with removing the encrustation on the purple clay teapot. We'll find vite encrustation out the exact period this item was made in," Sharon added. For someone who studied antiques, Sharon was very curious about this item's origins.
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