Huang Xiaowei said affectionately: "Little sister, grandpa is gone, I will take care of you in the future, let's go back, I was wrong just now, I shouldn't have made this kind of joke with you, we are a family, you won't blame me, right?"

Xie Mengzhu slowly got up from the ground as if he had seen a ghost, guessing what kind of medicine was sold in Huang Xiaowei's gourd.

Compared with just now, Huang Xiaowei is like a different person.

The face was full of smiles, and the voice was indescribably close.

"Grandpa has praised you for being sensible since you were a child, brother, I am this virtue, don't go to your heart, come on, I'll help you with your luggage."

After that, Huang Xiaowei smiled and took the futon and suitcase that Xie Mengzhu put next to him.

"Huang Xiaowei, what do you want to do?"

Xie Mengzhu asked with a wary expression.

"Little sister, my brother has eyes and no beads, and he has lived for more than 20 years, I didn't expect you to be so attractive, and the boyfriend I know is too rich, and he is even more willing to give you flowers."

"You say my boyfriend?"

Xie Mengzhu's whole person was blinded.

When did she have a boyfriend, why didn't she know?

Huang Xiaowei thought that Xie Mengzhu was deliberately pinching himself, so he put down the futon in his hand with a slightly embarrassed expression, took out his mobile phone and clicked into the payment software.

"Little sister, look, this is the purchase money that your boyfriend just transferred to me, a whole million."

"Say that as long as I invite you back, there is a million left, and you will transfer it to me immediately."

"Little sister, just forgive my brother, my brother is really poor and afraid, you don't know, how miserable it is to be a Chinese medicine doctor these days, our pharmacy has been open for decades, business has never been good, the people who come to buy medicine are the poor neighbors in the neighborhood, grandpa is a kind-hearted person, seeing that there are neighbors who don't have enough money, they either take the initiative to reduce it, or they don't want money directly."

"He has accumulated a good reputation in his old man, and those of us who are relatives will all starve to death with him?"

Huang Xiaowei's later words, Xie Mengzhu didn't listen to a word.

I couldn't believe that Song Feng, who met in Pingshui, would help him buy a pharmacy.

A few minutes later, Xie Mengzhu followed Huang Xiaowei back to the pharmacy and found that Song Feng was not inside.

"Huang Xiaowei, where did Mr. Song go?"

"Mr. Song's car parked outside was towed away by the city appearance management department, and he went to pick it up."

Huang Xiaowei said with a flattering expression: "Little sister, brother begs you for something? If Mr. Song has time in the past two days, can you invite him out, my brother wants to make a good compensance to the two of you."

Seeing that the wind made the rudder, Huang Xiaowei was dead.

Song Feng's shot is one million, which shows that he is not an ordinary rich man.

I really don't know what kind of shit luck Xie Mengzhu, who has little meat in his body.

I actually know such a young rich boy.

Song Feng is handsome and generous, obviously from a famous family, and he took out two million at will to make his girlfriend happy, which shows how much Song Feng likes Xie Mengzhu.

It is estimated that it will not be long before Xie Mengzhu, who was regarded as a bargain by Huang Xiaowei, will marry into a wealthy family and become a kuotai.

If you don't please Xie Mengzhu at this time, do you have to wait for Xie Mengzhu to fly on the branch as a phoenix, become a rich wife, and lick her face to confess her relatives?

It is estimated that by that time, Xie Mengzhu will definitely order someone to beat him out.

The office of the city appearance management department is located one kilometer away.

Song Feng inquired all the way and finally found his car.

Due to illegal parking, Song Feng was not only fined 200 yuan, but also had to pay a towing fee of 1,000 yuan.

It's been an hour since I'm done.

Song Feng drove away from the parking lot, preparing to return to the pharmacy to see how Xie Mengzhu was feeling now.

After driving for less than two minutes, Song Feng stepped on the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road again.

There was a crowd of people on the street ahead, as if something had happened.

Through the voice in the distance, Song Feng learned that there was someone selling antiques in front of him.

And the offer is not low.

On the side of the street not far from Song Feng, there is an antique shop called Duobaotang.

A large number of onlookers gathered at the entrance of the store, and inside the store, an old man with a childish face stared at a painting on the table.

I kept haggling with the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper is in his forties, with a fat head and big ears, and he insists on the price of 900,000 yuan, saying that it is impossible to go down.

The old man said with a complicated expression: "Boss Wang, I admit that this thing is genuine, and it is from Wu Daozi's hand, but then again, this painting painted by Wu Daozi himself is really in poor condition, you can see for yourself, there are a lot of damage around this painting, if the quality is complete, let alone 900,000, even if it is 1.9 million, I will not bargain with you."

"When I buy this painting back, I will ask a lot of masters to help me frame and repair it, and the repair cost alone may cost hundreds of thousands, or a price of 700,000 yuan, what do you think?"

The owner of the antique shop, who was called Boss Wang by the old man, shook his head like a rattle, and said unhurriedly: "Old man, the bargaining is not what you said, this is an antique, not a cabbage on the street, you said that I will give you a discount of 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, I can consider it."

"Cut off 200,000 at once, I'm doing business, not charity, you said it yourself, this is Wu Daozi's painting, who is Wu Daozi? A famous painting saint in the Tang Dynasty."

"Not to mention the paintings he painted, even the toilet paper he used can sell for a lot of money now."

These witty words immediately attracted laughter from onlookers.

So the words are a little vulgar, but they also prove from another aspect how valuable Wu Daozi's true works are.

"Old sir, I admit that there are a lot of defects in the paintings, but no matter how mutilated the painting is, it is also a genuine work, and it is also a calligraphy treasure without a way, after buying it back, how much money do you spend, and who you ask to repair is your business, now we will talk about the matter."

"900,000 is already the reserve price, if you think it's expensive, then go to other places to see, I think there is no shortage of buyers for good things."

"Well said!"

A tall man walked out of the crowd.

The man wears a high-end suit and expensive leather shoes, wears a large gold chain around his neck, and wears a gold watch on his hand, giving people a nouveau riche temperament who is not bad for money.

The tall man came to the table, casually scanned the paintings on the table twice, and said, "Boss, I bought 900,000 yuan, such a good painting, there are still people bargaining, what kind of antique lover, I think he wants to come to you to pick up the leak."

Boss Wang smiled when he heard this, and said, "Sir, you can't say that, not everyone is as rich and visionary as you."

"Hahaha...... You're right, don't look at me as an upstart, when it comes to collecting antiques, I still have a little bit of it."

The tall man took out his wallet and said heroically: "Wu Daozi is such a famous ancient, even I, a person with only a junior high school education, have heard of it, and I have to bargain to buy his authentic works, old man, are you slapping a swollen face and becoming fat?"