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The supermarket was bustling with people, and it was busy until the afternoon when there were fewer people. Yun Yao took the time to sit down and rest for a while, rubbing her face which was a little stiff from smiling.

She stared blankly ahead, as if she saw her grandmother busy in the supermarket. Her grandmother used to love to laugh, and she would always greet any customer who came into the store with a smile.

The supermarket was small and not crowded with customers before, but my grandmother relied on the supermarket to support her until she graduated from college. You can imagine how hard it was.

Now the supermarket has expanded and has more staff. If grandma were still alive, she would probably be very happy.

Danbao, who had turned into a white kitten, walked up to her and rubbed her legs as if sensing something. She reached out to wipe the moisture from her eyes, picked up the little guy, and showed a tough and gentle smile.

Before leaving get off work, Yun Yao gave each employee a 500 yuan bonus to start the day. At this moment, everyone's fatigue from the day disappeared.

Yun Yao stayed in the supermarket for another two days, and seeing that everything was running normally, she felt relieved.

I have to mention that the big guys who bought her ancient items immediately sent her the balance payment after receiving the goods the next day, and attached various photos of the items.

He even posted it on his Moments right away as if to show off. When Yun Yao saw it, she smiled and shook her head. She didn't expect that these big shots also liked to show off and share their things.

She only saw her own circle of friends, but she didn't know that the circle of friends of several big guys had exploded.

Especially the old man who loves calligraphy. He has the most old friends in his circle of friends. He just posted photos of two new calligraphy and paintings, and there were a lot of comments and inquiries below.

"Old Man Meng, where did you get this calligraphy? Which master created it?"

[That's right, Old Man Meng, don't tell me you got this picture from somewhere online and are trying to trick us.]

Then after a while, Mr. Meng took a photo with himself holding the two calligraphy and paintings, and posted it on his circle of friends. He looked very proud in the photo, and now no one said that he took the picture from the Internet.

But he was met with more questions, mostly from old friends in the circle, all asking how he was lucky enough to get these two paintings.

He boasted about how he had found a bargain in the treasure appraisal livestream, and everyone felt even worse after hearing it. Why was he able to find a bargain while they couldn't? It must be because they hadn't watched the livestream.

If Old Man Meng could enter the live broadcast room, they could enter too. A few days later, a group of old men who loved calligraphy flocked into Brother Quan's treasure appraisal live broadcast room.

Needless to say, they never again met the young man with the many antique objects.

Old man Meng thought slyly that he deliberately didn't tell them that he had the young man's contact information and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to squat down on him.

In Huo Xue's circle of friends, she posted about the Yunjin and Shujin she had obtained, as well as several cheongsams made from Yunjin.

The brilliant colors and delicate patterns of Yunjin, when made into cheongsam, highlight the curves of women's figures, add to their elegance and nobility, and make the wearer more uniquely charming.

In Huo Xue’s circle of friends, whether they were real or fake besties, they were all envious and jealous when they saw the well-made brocade cheongsam, and they wished they could be the ones wearing it.

Upon asking, they found out that this was a batch of materials she had just obtained. When asked if she could share some with them, Huo Xue gave a sarcastic and arrogant smile.

She had a thousand excuses to fool them, but she used the one that hurt them the most: all the Yunjin and Shujin had been used by her to make all kinds of beautiful clothes, and they were all in her and her daughter's sizes.

They can't wear them at all.

Huo Xue fully demonstrated that she is not enough, so forget it. No one can be more beautiful than her.

Lin Jianfeng’s circle of friends as a CEO naturally includes bigwigs from all walks of life.

He originally bought a golden nanmu desk just to see the texture, but he didn't expect the texture to be so good. If he had known about those desks, he would have bought them as well.

He felt a little disappointed, but that didn't stop him from showing off on his WeChat Moments. Seeing that he rarely posted on WeChat Moments, several other cooperating bosses clicked on it curiously and found that it was actually a golden nanmu object.

In fact, at their level, they have seen a lot of good things, including golden nanmu, but Lin Jianfeng's desk is of superior quality in both color and texture, which is indeed rare.

Several people asked him with a smile about the source. He did not hide it and shared Yun Yao's contact information with them. Unfortunately, when they tried to contact her, they could no longer reach her.

At this time, Yun Yao had already gone to the supermarket in Daling Dynasty, but the scene before her made her extremely angry.

She entered through the back door. The shelves in the supermarket were in a mess, with all kinds of goods scattered on the ground. As she walked forward, she saw shop assistants lying in a mess at the entrance of the supermarket.

Mo Han was trying hard to fight with the newcomer, but it looked like he couldn't hold on for much longer.

Yun Yao clenched her hands, narrowing her eyes as she watched the scene. Her anger seemed to be overflowing from her chest. "Stop!"

Mo Han and the others who were besieging her stopped and looked towards her when they heard her shout. Mo Han saw her twitching her lips and exclaimed, "Miss Yun, you're back!"

"What's going on?" Yun Yao suppressed her anger and asked calmly.

"They are from the Prime Minister's Mansion." Mo Han endured the pain in his body and carefully retreated to her side.

Yun Yao gave him a soothing look and took a step forward, a dangerous smile on her lips. "I wonder how my shop has offended the Prime Minister's Mansion? Why has the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion made such a fuss?"

Among the group of people opposite, a leader seemed to stand out and look her up and down with contempt, and it was realized that this was the female shop owner.

"How did you offend us? You should ask the guys in your store. When we buy things from the Prime Minister's Mansion, do we still need to abide by your stupid rule that you can only buy ten items at a time?" The leader was a little arrogant, as if suppressing their store was the most normal thing.

"They have been making trouble here for several days in a row. They must be looking for trouble on purpose." Mo Han wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and told the truth unwillingly.

After hearing what Mo Han said, Yun Yao guessed that they must have had a hard time these days since the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion were looking for trouble.

“I set these rules. I would like to ask, even if it is the Prime Minister’s Mansion, can it still control our small shop? Even if Prince Chu comes, he still has to abide by these rules.”

Yun Yao chuckled disdainfully and asked angrily, "Is the Prime Minister's Mansion more valuable than the prince's?"

After hearing Yun Yao's words, the man wanted to say that the Prime Minister's Mansion was more valuable than the King of Chu, but when he looked at the people around him, he swallowed the words.