"About three hundred thousand?" Jiang Yexun frowned as he thought for a moment before giving an answer.
Since he had been away for several months, he had gradually handed over thirty-five antique items. Xiaoxiao had estimated their prices beforehand; the cheapest could fetch about 8,000 to 9,000, while the more expensive ones could go for around 200,000.
He deliberately mentioned "three hundred thousand" to test Big Gao's trustworthiness in the face of a huge temptation.
Then he saw Big Gao frown, as if dissatisfied with Jiang Yexun's lack of ambition.
"Your vision is too narrow! The cheapest one sold for 12,000, and the most expensive one sold for 630,000," Big Gao said in a low voice, clearly excited.
He then took out a letter and handed it to Jiang Yexun.