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"Eight years old? Or eighteen years old?"

Chen Muyu thought that his ears had heard it wrong. The daughter of his father's comrade-in-arms should be about the same age as himself.

"Eight years old, eight years old, eight years old. What's your expression?"

Important things were mentioned three times, and they all said that a son is as good as his father. Chen Jianzhong didn't know what Chen Muyu was thinking. He stretched out his hand and knocked Chen Muyu on the head three times, "Your mother and I will adopt her as our goddaughter. In a few days, I will I will pick her up to play at home for a while, and you will be able to see her then..."

…

Eight years old?

That's a waste of time!

Chen Muyu spread his hands and spent 2.3 million, not to mention getting an extra sister in vain. Every day...

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Early the next morning, Chen Muyu was dragged by his father to go to work at the station, but Huang Xiaoqi called and successfully helped Chen Muyu out.

North of the city, in Xingfuli.

When Chen Muyu came over, Huang Xiaoqi was already waiting downstairs in the community.

In fact, it was not Huang Xiaoqi who was looking for him today, but her father Huang Dashan.

Didn't Chen Muyu come here last time, and also saw the bronze tripod that Huang Dashan bought for 250 yuan. Huang Dashan was not there that day. When he came back in the evening, Chen Muyu had left, but Deng Jie still conveyed Chen Muyu's words to Huang Dashan.

Huang Dashan didn't take it seriously at first, but there were some things that he just didn't want to think about, and he felt a little scared when he thought about them. He didn't dare to find anyone to identify them. If it was true, it would be bad to get into trouble.

After much deliberation, Huang Dashan decided to call Chen Muyu home and ask him thoroughly.

"Brother Yu, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Seeing Chen Muyu from a distance, Huang Xiaoqi came up to him. He must have been waiting for a long time.

"Don't I have to dress up now?"

Chen Muyu smoothed his hair with his hands and smiled.

"Hate!"

Huang Xiaoqi glared, "Hurry up, my dad and the others are impatient!"

When he got up, he pulled Chen Muyu toward the corridor.

"Them? Who else?" Chen Muyu was a little stunned.

"A friend of my dad's who is also a teacher came here early in the morning and brought a bunch of things. He also wants to show you!"

"oh?"

…

While talking, he went upstairs.

Deng Jie was busy having lunch in the kitchen. On the sofa, Huang Dashan and a middle-aged man with a bald hairstyle were chatting about something.

The TV was on and no one was watching it.

"Uncle Dashan!"

Chen Muyu came in and said hello.

"Hey, Xiaoyu is here?"

The conversation between the two stopped. When Huang Dashan saw Chen Muyu, he quickly stood up and called Chen Muyu to come and sit down.

That's quite a passion.

Chen Muyu smiled, he was a frequent visitor to the Huang family.

He looked at the man sitting on the sofa.

Huang Dashan was busy introducing Chen Muyu, "Xiaoyu, this is the teacher from the admissions office of your Aunt Jie's school. Teacher Zhang Deliang is also an old friend of mine for many years!"

Chen Muyu greeted politely and stepped forward to shake hands.

"Da Shan, is this your nephew?"

Zhang Deliang was smiling all over his face, but there was obviously something more in his eyes when he looked at Chen Muyu.

He couldn't tell what that thing was, but Chen Muyu still felt that it was a kind of contempt.

Originally, Zhang Deliang had been on annual leave these days and had just returned from a trip with his family. As soon as he got home, Huang Dashan called him and said that there might be something wrong with the things they collected last time they went to the countryside to collect scenery. Asking him to get everything quickly, he found an expert to take a look at it.

They were all old friends, so of course he couldn't hide his face and said no, so he came over early in the morning with his things.

Hearing Huang Dashan say that the so-called expert was one of his nephews, Zhang Deliang smiled bitterly. Huang Dashan was only in his forties. How old could his nephew be and what kind of eyesight he had.

Sure enough, seeing that Chen Muyu was younger than he thought, Zhang Deliang felt a little bit dumbfounded. In his opinion, Huang Dashan was just joking.

However, the face of old friends still needs to be dealt with.

"Mu Yu is a college student. He doesn't want to take a high-paying job in a provincial capital. He will go back to our Qingshan directly after graduation..."

Huang Dashan hurriedly introduced Chen Muyu to Zhang Deliang. He was so cool and cool that Chen Muyu's ears turned red!

"Uncle Dashan, please stop bragging..." Chen Muyu couldn't resist and quickly interrupted, "Where are the things? Bring them all to me to take a look!"

"Look, this kid is more anxious than me!"

Huang Dashan laughed and led Chen Muyu to the balcony behind.

…

There were four or five cardboard boxes piled on the balcony.

Basically, Zhang Deliang brought them here. Because they were afraid of being seen, they were packed in cardboard boxes.

Two people stepped forward, opened the largest box, and took out a large item from inside.

"Let's take a look at this first!"

Putting it gently on the floor, Huang Dashan and Zhang Deliang both patted the dust on their hands.

Snow-white, with a big head and belly, half a meter tall, it looks like a stone lion, with its mouth wide open, the carving is very rough, and the stone is very ordinary, looking like a lump of gypsum.

There is a crack on the back of the stone lion. It should be a natural crack, and there are scattered black ash on the surface.

"Where did you get this thing?"

After a glance, the expression on Chen Muyu's face was a little solemn. These days, he has also gained some knowledge about antiques and toys. Although he is still not able to tell the authenticity at a glance, he has a systematic appraisal and he still has basic appraisal information. Able to master.

Originally, when Huang Dashan saw Chen Muyu's expression, the atmosphere that was originally a little relaxed suddenly became a little heavy.

Zhang Deliang looked at Huang Dashan, obviously he didn't want to say this first.

"Some time ago, our Qingshan Federation of Literary and Art Circles went on a field trip to the countryside. Deliang and I both went to Huanggua Mountain in Yandu City!" Huang Dashan didn't mean to hide it, and directly said, "There is a mountain near Huanggua Mountain. There is a grocery market in a small town. These things and my small tripod were all bought in that town. My tripod cost 250, and the total cost of Deliang should be almost a thousand! "

"1200!"

Zhang Deliang said something to the side, "We negotiated the price for a long time, but the stall owner didn't even buy oil or salt. How about it, young man, did I make a loss on this thing?"

While talking, Chen Muyu actually started to complain. Chen Muyu really didn't understand this person's operation.

Chen Muyu held up his hand, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

"Xiaoyu?" Huang Dashan called Chen Muyu, "There are no outsiders here, what do you say?"

Chen Muyu frowned, "Are the stone lions from the Ming Dynasty valuable? They have no value at all. The shape is too rough. I can only say that it's worth more than a thousand!"

The first half of the sentence made both of them's eyes brighten, but the second half made Zhang Deliang a little disappointed.

He is so talkative and weak in his work. Is it really worth a thousand dollars if it comes from the Ming Dynasty? Zhang Deliang was already complaining.