The Rebirth of Sophia Green | COMPLETED

Chapter 126-130

Chapter 126

She picked up the waste little by little, and then her eyes fell on a flower pot in the corner.

This flowerpot was a pottery pot filled with soil and looked much rougher than ordinary ones. The flower planted inside was dead, leaving only a small part of the dry branches.

She seemed to have seen something like that somewhere. It... It was supposed to be an antique, wasn't it?

She asked Mrs. Martha, "Where did you get this pot, Mrs. Martha?"

Mrs. Martha took a look at it and said, "It was a gift when I bought the flowers. The flower is dead, and this jar is so ugly that no one wants it. So, just throw it."

Sophia picked up the jar, "But this... It looks like an antique. I have seen it in the book."

Mrs. Martha laughed, "You're so funny. I bought it from an old lady. The flower and the pot were five dollars in total. You tell me it was an antique... OK, it's yours."

If it was an antique, Sophia would not accept it. She didn't like the pot very much, but she remembered that she had seen something similar in a book. However, she did not know much about the identification of antiques. So, she could not see the origin of this pottery pot.

She thought of a man, Albert.

In her previous life, she had never heard Albert say that he knew antiques. Last time in BridgeTown, he could tell the liar's porcelain was fake at first glance. She thought he should have studied antiques.

"I have a friend who knows how to identify antiques," Sophia said, "I'll show it to him. If it's an antique, it will be worth a lot of money."

Mrs. Martha waved her hand. "If it's really an antique, don't tell me. I'm telling you, I won't strike it rich. Once I get the money I shouldn't have, something bad will happen. Once I picked up one buck on the road, my TV set broke down when I got back home. It took me forty dollars to fix it. There was one time I picked up twenty bucks. I sprained my waist that day, which cost more than one hundred bucks."

Sophia didn't know what to say.

Mrs. Martha put the folded clothes into a box and said, "It can't be an antique. You think too much, Sophia. It would have cost two dollars when I bought it, but the pot was too ugly, so the flower-selling old lady took me one dollar. She said that her grandson was sick and she had to sell flowers to make money for the treatment. If it is an antique, why didn't she sell it? It's been for years. I remember it because the old lady was too poor. She should not be there to sell flowers now."

"Maybe the old lady didn't know what this is..." Sophia said, "Anyway, I'll take it back and show it to my friend."

She helped clean up for a while and heard Mrs. Martha called her, "Sophia, dinner."

Kate wanted to go home to cook, but Mrs. Martha insisted on treating her. Having no time to cook, Mrs. Martha ordered takeout, which included Kate's and Sophia's.

While eating, Sophia took a picture of the pottery pot and sent it to Albert. She had exchanged Facebook numbers with Albert before, but she was used to making phone calls and had hardly used it.

"Do you know if this is an antique? I found it in my neighbor's house. She said she bought it for one dollar from an old lady."

After sending the message, she left her phone behind, expecting Albert to answer her at any time.

But as soon as her phone left her hand, a Facebook beep sounded.

Sophia picked up her phone and saw that Albert had replied to her.

The reply speed was surprisingly fast.

"I don't know. I've never seen it." Replied Albert.

"Oh, I thought you knew it."

"No. It was a coincidence last time. But I happen to have someone around me who knows antiques. I'll let him see it."

"OK."

After a while, Albert replied, "He said it looked like an antique. But looking at the picture, he wasn't sure. He had to see it himself before he could tell. If it is necessary, I'll let him go to you."

Sophia didn't want to bother people so much. She replied, "It's too much trouble. The antique appraiser must be very busy. I'll take the time to visit him."

"No, he's not busy at all. I'll have him call you."

No sooner had Sophia read Albert's reply than the phone rang.

She picked up the phone and heard a familiar voice.

"Miss Green." Ryan's voice sounded happy, "I didn't expect my major to help you. I haven't appraised antiques for a long time."

"Your major?" Sophia was surprised.

Ryan had to tell her, "Yes. I used to think I could find something valuable by accident and make a great fortune, so I studied this major. But it wasn't until after graduation that I realized I couldn't find anything valuable at all. I could only charge some appraisal fees. Now people in this business are all geniuses. I can't make any money."

Ryan was heartbroken. "I went to the countryside to collect old things, thinking I could get some antiques. Ah... I was deceived by an old lady and lost thousands of dollars because of the misjudge. Later, I changed my career."

An old lady was deceiving him. It was a terrible experience.

"But it's all right," Ryan laughed again, "I found the greatest fortune in my life. I work for Mr. Pearson."

There was a faint voice from Albert, "Don't compliment me. I won't give you a bonus."

"It's all right. Just give me a set of staff dormitories." Said Ryan.

Sophia could not help but sigh that Ryan was really a good employee.

It was the beginning of Albert's business, and the conditions must not be good.

They did not even have a staff dormitory.. But he was still so loyal, which was very valuable.