Picking up rubbish from the ex-marriage to help the brother-in-law

Chapter 194
200?
Liu Fan nodded. If calculated according to the market price, 200 million is considered high.

"Okay, sir please."

The two came to a shop called Wangantang in Antique Street.

The shop owner's name is Li Xi, in his 30s, with a thin body and a high forehead, but his eyes are shrewd.

"Yo, Mr. Mo, you are here. My little shop is full of splendor!"

When Li Xi saw the old man, he immediately went up to meet him and said with a cheerful smile. He was very respectful to the old man.

"Xiao Lizi, Wangantang of yours is a long-established brand. You haven't messed up your grandfather's inheritance in these years."

said the old man with a stare, and then smiled again.

During their conversation, Liu Fan also gradually understood that the old man's name was Mo Shutong, and the middle-aged man with a temper next to him was Mo Shutong's butler, Wang Fu.

And the boss Li Xili in front of him is also well-known in the antique street, and there are few fakes in Wangantang's collection.

Li Xi made good tea for the old man, and said: "What the old man said, I have been working hard all these years, and I didn't dare to slack off in the slightest!"

As he said that, he saw Liu Fan and asked doubtfully, "Who is this?"

"Liu Fan."

Liu Fan introduced himself quite succinctly.

In the end, it was Mo Shutong who explained the reason for his visit.

"So that's how it is. Now that Mr. Mo has spoken, I'll give it a try."

Li Xi took the jar from Liu Fan's hand and ran to the back hall.

The tea mist is dense, the fragrance is tangy, refreshing.

"You two, come and try it, this is the best Pu'er tea."

As he said, Mo Shutong drank slowly and savored carefully.

Liu Fan and Cui Zhigang looked at each other and sat down without being polite.

Liu Fan took a sip, only to find it fresh, mellow and refreshing, fragrant and sweet.

"how is the taste?"

Mo Shutong said with a smile.

Liu Fan shook his head and said, "Barely, it's okay."

Barely okay?

Mo Shutong was startled, why couldn't he grasp the rhythm of this young man's speech?
Cui Zhigang was also anxious for Liu Fan, so he couldn't be more polite to the donor.

But when he thought that Liu Fan might not be short of the 200 million at all, he choked back what he wanted to say.

Wang Fu, who was beside him, sneered and said, "Little brother, it's just tea, don't pretend to understand."

Liu Fan looked up at him, and laughed in his heart, this Wang Fu doesn't seem to have a big heart.

"Wang Fu, don't talk too much. Little brother is really temperamental, everyone has their own taste." Mo Shutong said with a glare at Wang Fu.

Wang Fu immediately bowed his head and whispered, "Yes, old man."

It was obvious that Mo Shutong was very interested in Liu Fan, so he continued to ask: "Little brother, what is that on your shoulder? I think you will not leave your body for a moment."

This question immediately aroused Wang Fu's interest, and he looked straight at the woven bag on Liu Fan's shoulder.

Cui Zhigang secretly wiped off his cold sweat, how could he not know that this is for Liu Fan to collect trash!
He prayed that Liu Fan would never say anything, otherwise it would be too cheap!

"For collecting junk."

Liu Fan said lightly, Cui Zhigang suddenly had the urge to want to die.

"Collect, collect the trash?"

Mo Shutong and Wang Fu were stunned when they heard the words.

They've been chatting with a junk collector?
Mo Shutong's hand holding the tea trembled slightly, and he quickly took a sip of the tea to suppress his shock.

"No wonder such good luck, it turns out that it is the eyesight trained by collecting trash!"

Wang Fu turned on the mocking mode.

(End of this chapter)