Tianjin, Beichen District.

The car drove slowly along a country road, the trees on both sides gradually became thicker, and the air was much better than in the city, and I felt that this should be the suburbs, because I found that there were fewer and fewer people on the road.

After driving in the suburbs for about ten or twenty minutes, the car slowly stopped, and I looked at the Hai family's mansion outside the car window and was speechless.

Am I a local tyrant!!

The Haijia Mansion is not an ordinary villa-type house, but the same as the house in the TV series "Qiao's Courtyard" broadcast two years ago, most of which are one-story structures and are antique.

The middle rooms are two- to three-story structures, and according to Hai Dongqing's introduction, there is the hall of the Hai family.

"Wood, this is my home." Hai Dongqing looked at the wooden door of the Hai family's mansion inexplicably, and suddenly smiled: "How is it, my house is still very good-looking." ”

"Yes, it's much more magnificent than my wreath shop." I laughed.

Hai Dongqing was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "I still like to live in a wreath shop, it's comfortable there, it's better than here, and the cold and lonely always makes people feel unsure." ”

"Aren't you too crowded to squeeze a bed with me every day?" I said helplessly, Hai Dongqing shrugged his shoulders and said, no.

Walking into the mansion, I and the fat uncle were like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, and we were curious about everything, after all, the antique mansion was equipped with all kinds of modern equipment, which was still very interesting.

The most exaggerated ones are the row of rooms in the back of the mansion, and when you walk around, you can see that there are computers with network cables, and several young people are playing online games in the house.

"Young Master Hai is good."

"Hello young master!"

"What are so many people doing?" I watched the people come and go, men, women, children, all ages, and even a few of them were elderly.

"They are all guys from the Hai family, some are responsible for making fakes, some are responsible for counting the goods in the store, and some are accountants, who are responsible for calculating the profit and loss of each month." Hai Dongqing said, nodding to the person who was greeting him, meaning, hello.

I frowned, and couldn't help but ask him, "So many people you tell me to be cold?!" ”

"I don't know them well, and for me, it's just cold." Hai Dongqing glanced at me aggrievedly, and muttered like a child: "Isn't there no one to chat with me?"

What he said was pure nonsense, didn't he see so many people in the mansion greeting him?

If the eldest son of the Hai family wants to chat, can there be no one to talk to him? It is estimated that there will be a lot of girls who roll the sheets with him!

"Grandpa, we're here."

Under the leadership of Hai Dongqing, we walked into the middle of the two-story hall, and saw that the old man Hai was sitting on the Taishi chair with great energy, holding a cigarette in his hand, and smoking it without a match.

When he saw us coming, he immediately laughed and hurriedly stood up to meet us.

"Chubby, you're here." Old Man Hai laughed and patted the fat uncle's shoulder, and then patted me: "Xiao Yi, I'm looking forward to you for a few days!" ”

"Your old body is still so tough, admire!" I smiled politely.

There were not only a few of us in the hall, but also seven or eight other middle-aged men sitting on chairs beside them, and at their feet, several black suitcases stood out.

"You two sit down and rest for a while, I'll be busy here soon, you just wait a few minutes." Mr. Hai kindly touched my head and handed me the cigarette box in his hand, meaning that we should sit and smoke a cigarette by ourselves, and then we would talk when he was done.

Hearing this, we also smiled, sat on the chair on the side and smoked a cigarette and turned on the gossip mode, watching the legendary old man of the Hai family do his business.

"Xiao Li, let's continue to get down to business." Old Man Hai said with a smile.

The Xiao Li in the mouth of the old man Hai is the middle-aged man sitting closest to the old man Hai, wearing a suit, and his appearance is very formal, not like he is a crooked man.

"Old man, who are these?" Xiao Li did not continue the previous topic, but turned his gaze to me and Uncle Fat, as if he was curious about where the two of us came from.

"These two are distinguished guests, let's talk about us, and it's okay for them to listen." Old Man Hai waved his hand.

As soon as he heard this, Xiao Li had no opinion, nodded and talked to Old Man Hai.

"Our business here has been a bit sluggish lately, old man, you should know it." Xiao Li organized his language silently, opened his mouth and said tentatively: "Your Hai family is our umbrella in Tianjin, but you have to take a percentage of every business, so we will have to lose money, otherwise you raise your noble hand, let's discuss the amount of this commission?" ”

Old Man Hai laughed and didn't speak.

The corners of Xiao Li's eyes twitched, as if he was bold, or he wanted to convince people with virtue.

"For a million business, you have to draw 100,000, and this 100,000 is not just a wind blowing." Xiao Li was moved by emotion, and said reasonably: "Don't say anything else, just the guy in our store went down to the grave and encountered danger, injured his body and broke his hands and feet, and even gave his life, we all have to spend our own money, and we are responsible for the medical expenses of this guy or the settlement fee for his family, which is not a small amount."

"Xiao Li, how many years have you been in Tianjin Wei?" Old Man Hai picked up the teacup, took a sip gently, and asked.

Xiao Li was silent for a moment and said, five years.

"The business of your store is not small, even very large, and even a lot of second-class cultural relics are secretly placed in the shop and sold to some special customers, these things can't be hidden from the people above." Old Man Hai smiled: "Three years ago, there was an inner ghost in your shop, and the people in the bureau almost took the store to the end, and I still settled this matter for you."

"Two years ago, you poured a gilded jade Guanyin out of the tomb, and this is also the bridge I pulled for you, otherwise that thing doesn't want to go out of our country, and the immortals at the customs are not something you can handle."

"A year ago"

As Old Man Hai narrated, Xiao Li's face became more and more ugly, until the end, he had to take the initiative to interrupt Old Man Hai's words.

"Here are three red envelopes, a total of three million, all of which are filial piety to you." Xiao Li smiled and put the three black boxes on the wooden round table in the hall, and said, "You should give us juniors some opportunities to make a fortune, and we will definitely have to honor you in the future!" ”

"Xiao Li, take the money back." Old Man Hai put down the teacup in his hand and said with a smile: "I will come to pay the money in the future, and I will not go to you to get the draw, so that everyone is comfortable." ”

When Old Man Hai said this, I clearly saw Xiao Li's face pale.

"Old Man Hai, you"

"It seems that my Hai family still can't accommodate your big Buddha, and you will not be a subordinate store of our Hai family in the future, let's go, this era is full of gold." Old Man Hai sighed and said, "You will definitely be able to make a fortune." ”

Now it's not just Xiao Li's face that is white, but the people who follow Xiao Li have all white faces.

There were even a few people whose legs were trembling, and I think they were showing that they were afraid, and as for whether they were afraid of Old Man Hai or something else, I really couldn't guess.

"I heard that a few days ago, you came back from Shaanxi with a treasure, a golden statue of Moire Lou, can it be sold for eight figures?" Old Man Hai blinked his cloudy eyes, and counted with his fingers: "The things of the Qin Dynasty have a price, there is no market, you guys sell out a penny, it is estimated that each person will get two or three million, right?" ”

The cold sweat on Xiao Li's head began to rise wildly, and his calves and stomach trembled, and he said tremblingly: "Old man, the little ones have drunk too much today, and they came here to talk some nonsense, you adults have a lot, don't worry about us brainless juniors."

"Don't care, definitely don't care." Old Man Hai smiled kindly, and suddenly, his eyes changed, as if he suddenly realized that he looked at the three black suitcases: "Yo, aren't these the three boxes in my room, why are they here?" ”

Xiao Li gritted his teeth and forcibly squeezed out a smile: "These boxes are still taken out by you earlier, saying that they let the boxes breathe and relax."

Looking at this eloquence, it's a pity not to go to the development of the sketch entertainment industry.

"Oh, that's right." Old Man Hai sighed and beckoned to Hai Dongqing: "Xiao Qing'er, help grandpa take these things back to the room, it's too much of a problem to put them here." ”

Hai Dongqing nodded, walked over without saying a word, and entered the corridor with the box.

"I'm grass, this is a character" I looked at the old man with bright eyes, and my reverence arose.

Everything that follows is much simpler.

Xiao Li apologized and pretended to be his grandson and said that he was ignorant.

Old Man Hai said vigorously, it's okay, it's okay, and then drank tea with a smile.

This farce lasted for almost half an hour, and after Xiao Li and the others left, Old Man Hai rubbed his eyes tiredly, and said helplessly: "When you see the opportunity to make a fortune, you want to break the original rules, and now young people are really ignorant." ”

"The one who sees it has a share, young man, oh no, Xiao Qing'er said, just call you Xiao Yi." Old Man Hai walked to me and Uncle Fat with a smile, his expression was completely like a different person, quite like an old naughty boy: "Grandpa, I don't have anything to give, give antiques, but you are not good people, just give each of you a red envelope." ”

"Don't, old man, this can't work!" I hurriedly waved my hand and refused.

"Take it, what a word." Old Man Hai glared, took out two checks from his pocket that should have been prepared a long time ago, and handed them to us: "Six, six, six, Dashun, it can be regarded as wishing our actions smooth sailing." ”

Uncle Fat and I looked at the check in our hands and were speechless.

More than 6 million people per person?!! What a tyrant?!!! Still an old tyrant!!

"When can we" Old Man Hai asked expectantly, before he finished speaking, the fat uncle took over the conversation with a smile: "You can leave tomorrow, old man, you should also prepare." ”