Chapter 137: Windfall

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When the boss heard this, he was anxious and said: "Little sister, this brocade box is a royal thing, if I don't lack money to see my son's illness, I am reluctant to sell it."

Han Xinyao chuckled, glanced at the boss's palm, saw that his palm was smooth and had no calluses, expected that he was not a person who fought backwards, and saw that he had a loyal face, and said in a low voice: "Fifty thousand yuan, it's really not worth it, five thousand yuan, this dagger and these two things have to be brought." She gestured to the comb and snuffbox.

The boss quit, his head shook like a rattle, he took the brocade box to his side, waved his hand and said, "Little sister, you should look at other objects!" It means that he can't do it.

The reason why Han Xinyao made such a low counteroffer was mainly because there were more and more onlookers, and she was afraid that this honest boss would be targeted by some people with bad intentions.

Gangzi frowned, looked at the brocade box, he didn't speak, looked around, stood straight, and stood quietly beside Han Xinyao.

"If you don't sell it, forget it." She said casually, as if this thing could be bought or not.

The boss didn't persuade Han Xinyao, and when he saw her put down her things and left, he didn't say anything to complain.

Han Xinyao and Gangzi stood not far from the front of the stall, and seeing that the lively crowd had dispersed, she asked Gangzi to stare at the boss of the person, and then she walked around the night market alone.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the night market of the antique street began to end one after another, and the vendors began to busy sorting out their things and going home, while the owner was still sitting there.

Han Xinyao saw that the night market was almost scattered, and she and Gangzi came to the stall again.

The owner of the vendor, who was in his sixties, looked at the two of them with a sad brow, and said with a sigh: "Little sister, I really can't sell this brocade box for 5,000, if you really want to buy it, give me 10,000 yuan."

Han Xinyao glanced at the brocade box, pursed her lips, picked up the dagger again and said, "10,000 yuan, do you feel that you have lost money?"

The boss nodded helplessly, and while sorting out the items that Han Xinyao didn't want, he said, "My son is seriously ill and waiting for money to save his life, otherwise I wouldn't have sold it."

Speaking of which, the owner of the merchant is also a person of hardship, he saved some savings in the early years, and later because of his son's illness, he spent almost all the money, and in his old age, he had to buy some objects and sell them with the things handed down by his ancestors.

He once thought that the world was so poor now, and after setting up a stall for a few days, he didn't sell a single object, and seeing that his son's medical expenses were hopeless tomorrow, he had to endure the pain of cutting his love.

Han Xinyao gave Gangzi a look, and then he helped the boss start to clean up.

The things were almost sorted out, the boss looked at the few things left outside, looked up at Han Xinyao, and took it if he didn't buy it.

Things to buy, but they can't be traded here, the night market street, if Han Xinyao gives the money to this boss on the front foot, he will be robbed on the back foot.

Seeing that Han Xinyao didn't respond, the boss put away the items again.

"Uncle, pay attention on the way back."

The boss was stunned for a moment, nodded in response, and he pushed the bicycle, bent over and walked forward with difficulty.

Gangzi is not stupid, this kid is very clever, and after the two of them returned to the car, he drove the car and followed behind the boss.

After driving for more than an hour, the boss entered a dirty alley. Han Xinyao got out of the car, looked around, and followed Gangzi.

"What are you?" As soon as the boss pushed the cart into the hospital, Han Xinyao and the two of them followed, making the boss's face pale in fright.

"Uncle, don't be afraid, I just want to buy those few things."

The boss was stunned for a moment, looked at Gangzi with a nervous expression, and said in fear: "Then let's go into the house and talk about it." Everyone followed, and if the two of them really tried to do wrong, he couldn't do anything.

Han Xinyao entered the house and took a look inside the house, and a photo on the wall attracted her attention.

She walked up to the photo with her hands behind her back, looked at the person in the photo, and looked back at Gangzi.

Han Xinyao did something unintentionally, but she didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain, so she asked about the relationship between that person and him, and then made a deal with him.

Han Xinyao gave him 50,000 yuan, and those few things naturally had to be given away.

The boss didn't expect Han Xinyao to be so generous, and after thinking about it for a while, he also figured it out.

After returning to the car, Gangzi drove and said, "Sister-in-law, what are you going to do with this matter?"

Han Xinyao smiled, she looked down at the thing in her arms, and said, "Send someone to protect him, maybe he can give me a surprise!"

The next morning, Sandao and the drunkard arrived, and Gangzi went to the airport to pick up the two of them.

Subsequently, Gangzi began to stir up the sky in Shangjing, and Han Xinyao and the remaining five people began to secretly investigate suspicious people.

At the end of this day, Han Xinyao calmed down, it was not that she was not in a hurry to find Liao Jundong, but it was useless to be in a hurry.

At this moment, Liao Jundong was dressed in camouflage uniform, and the cold air was raging all over his body, he had a cold face, looking at the more than ten people around him, and his fists were clenched.

"In five minutes, you're going to take these people down." A cold voice came over the loudspeaker.

Liao Jundong slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a hint of spicy color flashed in his eyes.

The department of the Ministry of State Security is very mysterious, and the people who come out of it will be the existence of a hegemon in the future. The main thing here is to train different talents for the country, and then the state will reuse them.

How many people break their heads and want to come in, but there is no way, because the people who come here must be signed by the top leader of the state before you are qualified to come in.

The test is also ruthless, they look for you and will not say hello to you, just like that day, they came up to arrest you with real guns. At that time, Liao Jundong thought that the Li family or the Si family had made a move on him. He ran for two days and one night, and finally collapsed from exhaustion due to physical exhaustion.

Liao Jundong came here, this is the second day, he has to break through all the levels, defeat five instructors, and the training period is three months. If you want to go home early, you can train harder, which is why he singled out more than a dozen people at once.

In the evening, at about eight o'clock, Han Xinyao received a call from Zhou Tianshu and knew that he had returned to Beijing, and then the father and daughter met separately.

Zhou Bosheng promised to help find someone, but there was no news, and with Old Man Liao's attitude of not asking, Han Xinyao had a lot of opinions on this.

She didn't doubt Old Man Zhou's character, and now she speculated that Liao Jundong's whereabouts might not be heard by the Zhou family.

Moreover, Old Man Liao knows where his grandson is, otherwise he would not be so calm based on her understanding of Old Man Liao.

But then again, if Old Man Liao knows where Liao Jundong is, why don't you tell her? What secret is hidden in this? (To be continued.) )