Sea-hunting: With the system in hand, my eyes are the ruler

Chapter 1225

Tang Qin: Normally, it would be no problem to sell it for 60. But I really like this bead, so I'm willing to spend 80 for it.

The price Tang Qin gave was for a single bead, without the added cost of a necklace or other handicrafts.

Even if this bead is sold for 80, the necklace and other craftsmanship cannot reach 70.

Unless you meet a buyer who is particularly interested in this item.

"Is Aunt Ju really willing to help you?" Jiang Han heard from Xin Gaoyang that Aunt Ju had a group of regular clients, and those clients were either rich or noble.

"Of course, Aunt Ju and I are close friends now, regardless of age. She said she was willing to help me sell it, so how could it be fake?"

Jiang Han still felt something was strange. This Aunt Ju was no pushover.

Perhaps because Jiang Han hadn't replied, Tang Qin called.

"Jiang Han, what do you think of that bead? If you don't plan to hide it, just sell it to me."

Tang Qin found that working for herself was worse than working for the family.

Last time, she planned to stock up on the Yuqing stone and wait for the price to go up, but not long after she got it back, it was spotted by a customer.

The main reason was that the customer gave her too much, so she sold the stone without hesitation.

"This abalone pearl belongs to my friend. I'm asking for the price on his behalf. Whether I'll sell it or not depends on my friend's opinion."

"I didn't expect your friend to have such a good product. Tell your friend that 80 is not a low price. If you sell it on the market, 60 is enough."

Jiang Han had dealt with Tang Qin so many times before. It was impossible for Tang Qin to lie to him about something like this.

"Okay, I'll tell her."

Jiang Han hung up the phone and found that Meng Guo had taken out paper and pen and started sketching.

Seeing Meng Guo's current state, she must make the abalone beads into a necklace and give it to Aunt Ju.

Compared to Tang Qin, Aunt Ju's price is indeed higher. If anyone else were to choose, they would probably make the same choice.

When Meng Guo turned around, she found Jiang Han looking at her. She took out her own sketch and said, "This bead has a very regular shape on one side, but not on the other. I plan to decorate the other side. I'll fasten it with a pure gold heart-shaped clasp and make a mother-of-pearl totem on the gold clasp."

"You want to put mother-of-pearl in it?"

"Yes, the color of mother-of-pearl is quite close to that of the abalone bead. Adding mother-of-pearl can better highlight the characteristics of this abalone bead. And I will use its own abalone shell to make the mother-of-pearl."

"Is this abalone shell not as good as the ones you picked?" Jiang Han chose this abalone entirely because of the beads inside, without considering the condition of the shell at all.

"Maybe the abalone shells I picked are really better, but I haven't polished them to the nacreous layer yet. Who knows, there might be a different surprise after that. Even if there are flaws, I want to create beauty in imperfections. Just like abalone beads, no matter how regular they are, they cannot avoid flaws."

Jiang Han felt that Xiaoguo was quite artistic. A piece of jewelry could actually make her think so much.

Meng Guo winked at Jiang Han. "You discovered this bead. No matter how much it sells for, I'll give you 80% of it."

Jiang Han smiled and sat down next to Meng Guo. "Do you really have to settle this with me?"

Meng Guo moved closer to Jiang Han and said, "This isn't about settling the matter clearly. This is about discussing the facts."

"Really?" Seeing Meng Guo leaning so close, Jiang Han took the opportunity to peck her on the lips.

Meng Guo raised the corner of his mouth, "You don't speak the truth, this is what I do."

Meng Guo hung on Jiang Han's body and kissed Jiang Han on the lips.

……

When Meng Guo and Jiang Han returned to Jiaowa Island, they found that Xin Gaoyang had returned a day earlier.

Xin Gaoyang lay dejectedly in the yard of Jiang Han's house, basking in the sun, with a look of despair on his face.

Jiang Han looked at him strangely, "What's wrong with you? Didn't you say you'd be back tomorrow?"

He was fine when he left, but this time he felt like all his energy had been drained away.

Xin Gaoyang chuckled twice and said, "I will never go home again."

"What happened?"

"I only knew my mother was controlling, but I didn't expect she could pretend."

Xin Gaoyang glanced at Meng Guo. It is said that family disgrace should not be made public. Although Meng Guo is Jiang Han's girlfriend, he can say anything to Jiang Han, but he is less reserved to Meng Guo.

Meng Guo was speechless. He wanted to tell her, but she was not willing to listen. "I'll go cook some food for you."

Meng Guo also knew that Xin Gaoyang was a good cook, but looking at the puddle of mud he looked like, he probably didn't have the energy to cook.

Xin Gaoyang spoke to Jiang Han only after he saw that Meng Guo had really left.

"When I first went back, my mother seemed like a different person. She was very kind to me and never asked me to do anything. I really thought I could have a good New Year.

"Yesterday morning, my mother changed again. Her attitude wasn't as tough as before. Instead, she asked several women to come to her house, saying they wanted to play mahjong with her.

"After beating these few, they switched to others. Many of them were mothers with their daughters. Their eyes were all on me."

Xin Gaoyang still felt creepy when he thought of this scene.

"Don't I know what they mean? They ask me all kinds of questions. They make my head explode."

Jiang Han was curious, "What did they ask you? Was it your salary or your job? Or did you have an RV or something?"

"I don't ask about these." They are all from the urban village, and what they want is that the other party also has the identity of an urban village.

Work and salary come second.

Many people in urban villages have enough food and drink even if they play mahjong at home every day.

"So what are they asking?"

"They asked me if I snored? If I did housework? If I had ever had a girlfriend? They asked all sorts of random questions. There was nothing they couldn't ask, except what you could imagine."