"What do you mean? You still steal artifacts? ”

“……”

Hearing his mother's words, Chu Ang rolled his eyes, "What do you mean by stealing cultural relics?" Is your son so unreliable? How do I feel like I'm sending a phone bill? ”

"Okay, okay, I won't tell you, you send me the location, stand still, I'll come to you..."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Ang said hello to Zhao Chengjin, left the place of work, and walked directly to the inside of the old palace.

After a while, according to the location sent by his mother, Chu Ang quickly found the two elders.

Aunt Wang is a fat lady, usually likes to play cards and chatter, laughing, a very kind elder, usually very warm-hearted, in her fifties, not a few years older than her mother.

"Aunt Wang..."

After seeing the two of them, Chu Ang immediately greeted them, and complained at the same time, "Don't call me when you come, and ah, on such a hot day, where are you going to the old palace..."

The mother was unimpressed, and asked rhetorically, "How did you come so quickly?" Are you also at the Palazzo Vecchio? ”

"Didn't you do it recently..."Speaking of this, Chu Ang covered his phone, he was in too much of a hurry to come out just now, and the live broadcast was still on, so he forgot to turn it off!

"Xiao Ang is also doing Internet celebrity? I heard my son say that being an Internet celebrity can make money..."Aunt Wang smiled.

"Then don't close it," the mother chimed in, "Don't let us interfere with your work, it's hard to find a job right now!" ”

Seeing that his mother said this, Chu Ang was embarrassed to turn off the live broadcast again, but he still covered his mobile phone with his hand, he didn't want to leak his family's privacy to the outside world.

"Let's go..."

Chu Ang carried the luggage of the two elders, "It's too hot outside, I'll take you to my place of work, we have time to visit the old palace..."

The two elders did not refuse, talked and laughed, and followed Chu Ang.

Along the way, the mother carefully inquired about Chu Ang's recent condition, and Aunt Wang also talked about her son proudly.

Aunt Wang's son is also Chu Angfa small, but the other party dropped out of school early, and went to the construction site to scrape putty in junior high school, and in recent years, he has mixed quite well, and he contracted a small construction site in partnership with others, and he got married last year and earned two or three hundred thousand!

Aunt Wang asked, "Xiao Ang, it's time to get married, you are not as good as your fat brother in this regard!" ”

The villagers are kind-hearted, Chu Ang knew that Aunt Wang didn't mean anything else, so he smiled, and at the same time gave a thumbs up and praised, "Fat brother has been the king of children since he was a child, and when someone bullied me, he was the first to go up, but it's amazing!" ”

When it was time to speak, it was time to arrive at the office of the Old Palace Museum, and Chu Ang took the two to the lounge and turned on the air conditioner to let the two of them rest.

"Mr. Chu..."

"Mr. Xiao Chu!"

"Mr. Chu, there's an antique in your palm..."

"Mr. Chu, can the antiques you reviewed last batch be put into storage?"

"Mr. Xiao Chu, these two are always ..."

"This is my mother, this is my aunt Wang, I just came to Sijiu City today, I have to visit the Old Palace Museum on such a hot day, I will take them to blow the air conditioner, cool off..."

"Yo... Blame me, blame me, Mr. Chu... I'm sorry, but you and your mother are resting first, and I'm letting you see some antiques at this time..."

The staff members who came and went were respectful to Chu Ang, and after just talking for a few minutes, no less than ten people wanted to ask Chu Ang to sign.

Seeing this scene, the mother and Aunt Wang's eyes widened.

Although they didn't know what Chu Ang was doing, those who begged him to sign for the work were dressed up and looked like high-level intellectuals.

After the people around him had dispersed, his mother pulled Chu Ang to her side and asked in a low voice, "Son, you tell your mother what you do?" How do these people listen to you? ”

Aunt Wang also came over and said in a low voice, "Xiao Ang also contracted the construction site?" ”

"Uhhh

The mother didn't believe it and glared at her son.

"Harm...," Chu Ang had to explain, "You just understand that the fat brother does that kind of work..."

"For example, the Zhaoren Hall (the east side of the Qianqing Palace) is not the place where the books are placed in the Old Palace Museum, if I say that the water barrier is not good, which is not conducive to the storage of books, tomorrow the Zhaoren Hall will have to be renovated..."

"Don't think about it, it's just a contractor!"

“……”

Mother nodded as if she didn't understand.

"The contractor of the god code, the anchor, you make up nonsense and don't make drafts!"

"The anchor is also a wonderful person (covering his face)"

"Although the camera didn't shine on the anchor's face just now, but in a flash, I caught a glimpse of the anchor's mother's dress is not a rich wife's dress, not even the middle class, just an ordinary family!"

"The anchor didn't say that he was a rich second generation (picking his nose)"

"The anchor is worth 1 billion, and he has changed his life against the sky, and he should be like an anchor when he has a son!"

"I admire the anchor even more! (thumbs up)"

"Not to mention anything else, the anchor is impeccable, at least for so much time on the air, but I haven't heard that the anchor is going to give us a reward or anything, but he is doing his best to promote Chinese culture!"

"Hey, listening to what the upstairs said, it seems that it is true, I didn't give us a reward, and promoted Chinese culture everywhere, when the stick inspection group visited, it not only smashed the conspiracy of the stick Ru porcelain small bowl, but also kept the Kowloon Cup, and let several big leaders sign a few big orders!"

"And there's... In the case of the national treasures, the batch of national treasures donated by the anchor is priceless! ”

"This anchor can't be dark!"

“……”

After being busy for a while, when it was time to get off work, Chu Ang took the two elders out of the Old Palace Museum.

"Chu Ang... I've been waiting for you for a long time! ”

And at this moment, a cold and vicissitudes of voice sounded.

Chu Ang felt as if he had heard it somewhere, and immediately raised his head, and a familiar face came into view.

The old man was wearing a Tang costume, holding a cane, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were cold looking at Chu Ang in front of him.

But seeing this person, Chu Ang was the first to laugh, "Hey... Boss Cheng? ”

This person is Cheng Lixin, the owner of Daya Zhaiyuan, before in Daya Zhaiyuan, Chu Ang found a fake calligraphy and painting in his shop, and he lost more than 100 million yuan in a fake one, and later in Mr. Zhou's villa antique exchange meeting, this guy lost another 100 million.

Seeing the hateful smile on Chu Ang's face, Cheng Lixin seemed to see the two small targets he had lost, not to mention how bad his face was, his face was dark, and he said in a cold voice, "I have a friend who wants to fight with you..."

As he spoke, Cheng Lixin glanced to the right.

The man next to Cheng Lixin was just in his early thirties, wearing a black suit, white shirt, and tie, and he looked handsome, but his narrow eyes flashed with a chilling anger.

Chu Ang raised his eyebrows, for some reason, in this person, he actually noticed a temperament similar to that of Cao Gongzi, that kind of pampered and innate noble temperament that ordinary people really can't imitate.

The man in the suit looked at Cheng Lixin and asked, "Is that him?" ”

Cheng Lixin nodded, quite respectfully, "Yes, it's him..."

Hearing this, the man in the suit nodded, stepped forward, his momentum was condescending, and he was about to say something, but the mobile phone in his arms rang at an inopportune time.

The man in the suit raised his eyebrows, took out his mobile phone, glanced at the number, answered the phone, and immediately scolded and shouted, "Gou Xiba, didn't I sell you a small bowl of imitation Ru porcelain..."

The anchor doesn't want to reward, but I, a waste author, have to ask for votes, brothers, ask for follow-up, ask for votes

(End of chapter)