Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 1362 Antiques

“What dream? Tell it to me.” Abel’s voice sounded somewhat nervous.

“I dreamt that I was beneath a deep cliff, unable to find you, and when I called you, the call wouldn’t go through.”

Abel fell silent for a moment before asking, “What does that mean?”

“How should I know?” Emmeline said: “But, Abel, does it mean that one day, I won’t be able to find you?”

“That won’t happen, Emma. I’m here, and I’ll always be here.”

Emmeline only had one lesson the following day, so she took half a day off and boarded the bus to the city.

Paul’s words had been lingering in her mind. She pondered that starting a clothing business might be good idea.

She went to the department store and explored a newly established commercial pedestrian street.

The city’s department store had once been so magnificent, but now it was desolate and quiet, and the once haughty salespeople were now gathered in small groups, snacking and chatting.

In their conversations, she could tell they were discussing the topic of employees voluntarily renting stalls and starting their own businesses.

store’s entrance were advertisements for external

was surnamed

in a row. Clothing, shoes, bags, cosmetics-all kinds of businesses were

clothing stores, pretending to haggle, and studying

began to have some ideas in her

bustling, and traffic was congested. It was the city’s long-distance bus station. A large group of people had gathered at the corner of the intersection, and it seemed like they were in the midst of a fight, with

smash it! Can’t believe he’s trying to

“Smash it!”

If you don’t pay, we’ll smash it to

markets all over the country. Whether they’re real or fake, I don’t

Stop making

trying to scam anyone. It’s broad daylight we should speak with a clear conscience. I can’t

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can buy a genuine antique for sixty bucks and later sell it for 1.8 million, would you come back to give me my money? That’s how the market works. One is willing to

is I paid sixty bucks and bought two clay jars! They say you can get them for three bucks each in the wholesale market, and you’re selling them for sixty!

Beat

Crash, bang, clatter!

of plates, bowls, dishes, and jars breaking, accompanied by the hoarse cries of an