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"Oil lamp?"

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Chen Muyu was stunned for a moment, forgetting about the Yaoji that Yu Dashan had beaten.

"What kind of oil lamp? Have you seen it before? What does it look like?"

When it comes to oil lamps and high energy, Chen Muyu is a little sensitive and immediately associates it with the two soul lamps Xu Sifeng gave him before.

"I've seen it before. It's just an ordinary craft lamp. It looks like an old wall lamp."

At this point, Yang Shui paused and looked up at Li Guoxiang, "Uncle Guoxiang, I didn't mean to offend you."

Li Guoxiang took a puff of cigarette and turned his face away.

Yu Dashan snickered beside him.

"Is it a wooden seat at the bottom and a glass cover at the top?" Chen Muyu asked immediately.

Yang Shui rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, why, Xiaoyu, do you know that lamp? Don't tell me what kind of antique thing it is. Although I don't understand it, the workmanship of that thing is extremely rough." , you can tell at a glance that it is a handicraft, if the antique can look like that, then I will be really convinced."

Seeing Yang Shui nodding, Chen Muyu thought to himself, I'm afraid it is really another lotus soul lamp.

No matter what, you will know it when you see it.

"Brother Shui, please take me to meet your father-in-law sometime." Chen Muyu said noncommittally.

Yang Shui was stunned, "Why are you meeting my father-in-law? For that lamp?"

Chen Muyu did not deny it, but just smiled and said, "Just help me arrange it. Maybe I can help you and Tan Juan."

Yang Shui's eyes lit up, "That's great!"

He was worried about this right now. The marriage was blocked by his father-in-law. Speaking of it, there was only one reason, and that was the lack of money.

Why am I interested in your house? Because it is money. Once the money is in place, everything will be easy.

Now that Chen Muyu agreed to help, Yang Shui felt that this matter should be no big deal. After all, for someone who can afford a villa, what does money mean here?

…

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It was better to choose a day than to hit it. Early the next morning, Brother Shui bought some fruit and took Chen Muyu to his father-in-law's house.

Brother Shui's father-in-law is Tan Dawen, who lives in a residential building near the water factory in Beicheng.

Tan Juan said that her parents were both old employees of the water factory, and the house they lived in was also the staff room allocated by the factory. It was a five-story tube building. It was bright and enviable back then, but now it seems... Ruined.

Many of the old neighbors in the building have gone out to buy new houses and live in high-rise buildings, and not many of them remain.

Tan Juan's parents have always hoped that she could marry a richer family, but the selection has made their girl older. Now they have no choice. After the introduction of Chen Muyu's mother, they finally married. Brother Shui got on the line.

To be honest, Brother Shui's profession would definitely be looked down upon by a family like Tan Juan's, but today is different from the past, and Tan Juan will only get older if he picks and chooses again and again.

The key point is that Tan Juan is getting along with Yang Shui now, and fortunately, Brother Shui's family now has some wealth, and they have just moved into a big villa, so it can be regarded as a harmonious relationship. The mother-in-law is quite supportive, but the father-in-law seems to be having trouble here. Got some stuck.

At midnight last night, Tan Juan told her family that Yang Shui would bring friends to visit again today.

Tan Juan's house is on the third floor. There is no elevator, so you have to climb the stairs.

Before they even entered the corridor, they heard a quarrel coming from the third floor. Brother Shui said that it was his father-in-law and his mother-in-law. This was basically a show that the old couple performed every day.

In the corridor, the light is dim and the walls are very mottled, with various advertising numbers printed on them.

Brother Shui called Tan Juan first, and then the noise gradually subsided.

The two went upstairs and knocked on the door. It was Tan Juan who opened the door.

The furnishings in the house are relatively simple, but they are very clean. The house with three bedrooms and two living rooms is large enough.

Tan Juan's mother, Zhang Guifen, came over. She was a kind-looking old lady in her sixties. She was not tall and looked fat. She smiled at everyone except her wife.

Brother Shui was a regular visitor, and the fruit was conveniently placed on the shoe cabinet. Chen Muyu also said hello, called Auntie, and followed him into the house.

"Where's uncle?" Brother Shui asked.

Zhang Guifen pointed to the study, "Inside the house, I spend all day in the study and don't do any housework. I really don't know what kind of evil I have done."

With outsiders around, Zhang Guifen shut up in time and scolded her wife in front of outsiders, which was a bit heartless.

Chen Muyu sat down on the sofa, "Auntie, today I was entrusted by Brother Shui's parents to act as an intermediary and come to talk to you about Brother Shui and Sister Juan's marriage..."

Now that I'm here, I have to find a high-sounding reason.

"Yo?"

Zhang Guifen looked at Chen Muyu in surprise, "Young man, you are so young, do you still know this business?"

To be honest, Zhang Guifen has never seen such a handsome young man in his twenties acting as a matchmaker in his long life.

"It's about matchmaking and marriage. Brother Shui and Sister Juan were introduced to each other by my mother. Of course, we will help with this matter." Chen Muyu smiled and said, "What about it, can you let uncle come out so that we can have a good chat?"

Zhang Guifen turned to look at the study and shouted twice, but there was no movement inside.

"This old man knows how to act like a monster all day long."

Zhang Guifen was a little angry. Why didn't this old man seem to care about such an important matter as his daughter's marriage?

Zhang Guifen cursed and walked angrily to the study room, barely carrying a feather duster.

"Oh, old man, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, an exclamation came from the study. The three people in the living room were startled and ran to the study quickly.

"dad?"

"uncle?"

In the study, an old man in pajamas was lying on his back on the chair in front of the desk, his whole body stretched out like cooked noodles.

Zhang Guifen was shaking beside him, but the old man just closed his eyes, unconscious and without any reaction.

Chen Muyu took a closer look and saw that the old man was really skinny. He was all skin and bones, with protruding cheekbones and sunken eye sockets, like an alien.

Although he was unconscious, the expression on his face was very peaceful, and there was even a somewhat satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hurry up and call 120!"

Tan Juan shouted urgently.

Brother Shui quickly took out his cell phone and made a random call.

"Don't worry."

Chen Muyu walked over and reached out to feel the pulse on the old man's neck, "He is asleep."

"Fell asleep?"

The three of them all looked at Chen Muyu in astonishment. After listening carefully, they found that he was indeed snoring slightly.

Is this old man really asleep? But no matter how hard I shake it, I can’t wake it up?