Tessa Caldwell looked at the shop owner, a man in his fifties with a chubby face, smiling amiably like a Maitreya, giving off a very friendly vibe.
She replied, "I want to buy a gift for my uncle."
The owner casually picked up a celadon vase and handed it to Tessa Caldwell: "This will be perfect for your uncle."
Tessa Caldwell reached out to gently caress it; the porcelain was smooth and polished, the colors vivid and vibrant, with well-defined patterns.
On it, there was a seal with the four characters "Great Ming Chongzhen" inscribed in regular script.
She said instinctively, "This looks pretty nice."
The shop owner's eyes gleamed with a sly light as he chuckled, "Oh, it's more than nice, it's absolutely excellent—Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain."
"How much does it cost?"
"Seeing you're a sincere young girl wanting to buy, I'll give you a discount: fifty-eight thousand."
"So expensive."
"Not expensive at all, this is Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain..."
