Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

Chapter 142: Wong Tai Sin: Double Kill (21)

The autumn harvest is real.

Moving the coffin is also true.

It has been half a month since Hu Dali came back alone.

That kid Hu Guizhi has never made a single phone call.

Bah, an unfilial grandson who forgot his grandfather after he got a wife.

Zhou Xiaoliang did call him a few times. The most recent call told him that Zhou Xing was in the hospital and the doctor had not found out what was wrong with him. The daily details of the hospitalization expenses would pop up on the APP on time, as if urging him to die.

He didn't dare to hold back too much when setting up the stall these days, and he didn't limit the number of people. He just wanted to make more money to keep the old man alive.

Hu Dali was looking at his toes in silence on the other end of the phone. When it really came to this, even though he knew he couldn't keep the person, he would still try his best to pull them away. The balance between reason and emotion was completely out of balance.

He couldn't persuade her.

It just speeds up the search for buyers.

He would not be as stupid as Zhou Xing and hand over everything. Those bottles and jars were all dug by him and the immortal with their own ability. Why should they not take a penny and just say thank you? !

He always remembered the injustice and resentment of those ten years.

How to repay kindness when you repay evil with kindness? !

On this day, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and guests came to the courtyard.

Hu Dali put the things he was going to sell on the table early, and there were two guests coming.

One is an old acquaintance who acts as a middleman and is also a younger generation of Master Hu Dali's close friend. His name is Chen Jianjun. He has extensive connections and is good at business. He has calligraphy and painting shops in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, specializing in literati business and is a very trustworthy person.

One was a middle-aged man who spoke authentic Shanghainese and was extremely well-dressed. Judging from the low-key and luxurious watch and the quality of the jade ring on his hand, although his identity was unknown, he should be someone who could afford it.

When Hu Dali asked Chen Jianjun for help, he had only one request: the person had to be Chinese.

No matter how tattered our ancestors’ things are, they are treasures and cannot be spread abroad.

Chen Jianjun didn't hesitate at all on the phone and agreed immediately. There are rich people everywhere in China, who wants to find a foreigner?

Hu Dali did not have an in-depth study of antiques such as porcelain and jade. The immortal was good at treasure hunting, and as long as he took a fancy to something at first sight, it was a good thing and he would just keep it well.

[Brother Dali, this is Mr. Wu from Shanghai. I heard you have some good stuff, so I came here to take a look.]

Mr. Wu nodded at him modestly, the small round-framed glasses on his nose not moving at all.

Hu Dali noticed with his sharp eyes that the frame was actually made of pure gold, and the warm golden light could be seen even under the moonlight.

[Well, hello, Mr. Wu, I won’t waste any more words, the things are all here, take a look for yourself! ]

Hu Dali is much older than Mr. Wu, and Mr. Wu doesn't mind that he doesn't seem to be very friendly.

He came here just for the treasure. As long as the seller is willing to sell it, he doesn't care about the attitude.

Mr. Wu entered the house first. On the long wooden table in the middle of the living room were seven or eight things of different sizes covered with soft cotton cloth.

There is a rule in this industry that items must be placed on the table so that people can appreciate them first, to avoid unnecessary disputes caused by bumping into them.

After all, these things are quite expensive.

Chen Jianjun also went in with him, following Mr. Wu not too far away, about one and a half steps away. As a middleman, he had to guarantee both parties and had to keep a close eye on them.

Mr. Wu went to study in London in his early years at the insistence of his elders at home, but he was very interested in ancient porcelain. Every time he spent money to enter the British Museum, his eyes would turn red.

Unfortunately, he was incompetent. He knew about that humiliating history, but he could do nothing about it. He could only watch those Chinese treasures remain in a foreign country.

When Chen Jianjun saw Mr. Wu take out gloves and a magnifying glass from his pocket, he nodded secretly and thought, "Hmm, professional."

Hu Dali leaned against the door frame and glanced at it leisurely, not seeming to care much. The ones he took out today were treasures that he had selected after more than ten rounds of screening. They were not very good-looking. The ones in the safe were his favorites.

Mr. Wu uncovered the first piece of cotton cloth. The celadon horse underneath made his eyes light up. He quickly moved closer and examined it carefully with a magnifying glass. The more he looked, the more excited his expression became. His small gold-rimmed glasses finally slipped off.

Hu Dali took a look at his face and said, "No wonder he wears such small glasses. It turns out that Mr. Wu also has small eyes."

Well, I'd better wear it. It makes me look rich.

Just when Chen Jianjun thought that Mr. Wu was going to pick up the Celadon Horse, he discovered that he had already moved to the next treasure.

So he still kept his distance, crossed his arms and waited.

The second item to be unveiled was a thin-bodied pink porcelain bowl. At first glance, it looked like a slightly better quality rice bowl from the kitchen at home. However, Mr. Wu was even more excited than when he saw the celadon horse, and he had already picked it up with his gloved hands...

Hu Dali nodded. Hmm, it seems he really knows what he is doing. This pink porcelain bowl was taken out of the tomb by the immortal with his teeth. It is as thin as paper. The craftsmanship is incredible.

He still remembers the reluctant look in the immortal's eyes when he handed the bowl to him, just like a couple who were inseparable.

Oh, speaking of lovers, Hu Dali thought of the bad boy who was so busy dating that he completely forgot about him. It has been so long, hasn’t the little fox noticed anything was going on?

Normally, the gestation period of an ordinary fox is only one and a half months, and they give birth to a whole litter. No one could ask him how long this fox would be pregnant after it became a spirit.

If I have the chance to see the little fox again, maybe I will be able to tell.

【Brother Dali, Brother Dali! 】

Hu Dali was so engrossed in his thoughts that he was pushed several times by Chen Jianjun before he came back to his senses.

[Huh? What happenedΣ(⊙▽⊙“a?”]

[Brother Dali, Mr. Wu has already made his choice. Please sit down and discuss the price.]

Chen Jianjun moved closer to him, rubbed three fingers of his right hand together, and raised his thumb, suggesting that he had asked for a higher price.

He had seen how Mr. Wu's hands and feet couldn't help trembling after looking at the treasure just now, so a good treasure naturally cannot be sold at a low price.

Mr. Wu changed his arrogant expression when he entered the door and actually bent down and bowed to Hu Dali.

[Mr. Hu, thank you for preserving them so well, thank you so much! ]

Hu Dali hurried forward to help. Having been a farmer for most of his life, he was not used to such politeness. Even during the most glorious years when he followed his master, guests would usually express their gratitude by clasping their fists, and rarely would they bow all the way like this.

He felt inexplicably ashamed, feeling sorry for the child, for using something he didn't like to fool him...

Mr. Wu: (⊙_⊙)? No, no, no, I’m not kidding. Really, they are all treasures. Come and rip me off. I have money, and my dad has money too.

[Mr. Hu, what price would you like to offer for these seven treasures? ]

Mr. Wu asked sincerely, his squinting eyes behind the round glasses faintly flashing with tears of excitement. That was his pure love for antiques, which he must not let down.

This is Hu Dali's fifth time selling treasures, so he is quite experienced. However, he is really not good at valuation.

Chen Jianjun, who was watching from the side, didn't dare to say anything. There were rules in the industry. Middlemen could only act as witnesses and guarantees and not participate in the transaction itself.

Hu Dali didn't hesitate and made the number eight with his hand.

For Cantonese people, eight means wealth!

【Eight million?!】

Mr. Wu widened his eyes in surprise, and his round-frame glasses completely slid down to the tip of his nose.

He waved his hands repeatedly.

[No, no, eight million is too little. At most, it is only enough to buy those two pieces from the Qing Dynasty. Mr. Hu, you are looking down on me, Xiao Wu!]

Hu Dali: (?｀?Д?′)Huh? !!

Chen Jianjun held his forehead with his hand. He brought Mr. Wu here first because he knew his temper.

He is rich and has integrity. He often despises his family members who are full of money and calculations. He is a very upright person and you can't judge him by his appearance.

Mr. Wu cast a gentle look at the treasures, blinked his little eyes again and again, and decided on the price in a shocking manner.

[One hundred and eighty million, Mr. Hu, it’s settled! ]

Hu Dali gritted his teeth to suppress the urge to laugh wildly and nodded silently.

Okay, okay, whatever you say is what it is!

Chen Jianjun nodded in satisfaction. As a middleman, he would receive a commission of 1% of the transaction amount after the transaction was completed. Hmm, let him calculate, how much is it? !

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