By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife. I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on. At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly. (A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)
Chen Pingsheng returned home.
There, he saw the spoiled brat, Chen An'an, holding a magnifying glass larger than her own face, meticulously inspecting a small bowl.
His mother, Peng Ying, anxiously watched beside her, while Chen Bufan and his wife stood nearby.
"Well, is it from the Ming Dynasty or not?" he asked.
"This chicken on it doesn't quite look right," she replied.
A few days earlier, news that a Ming Dynasty Chicken Cup had sold for over two hundred million had caught Peng Ying's attention.
Seeing how valuable old items could be, the elderly lady promptly started keeping an eye out for them.
Today, she had come across a man dressed like a beggar who pulled out a small bowl, claiming it to be a family heirloom.
His earnest words would move any normal person.
Peng Ying brought out her bargaining skills and after haggling eighteen times, she finally bought it for eight thousand.
She then had the pretentious spoiled brat examine it.