The years when I was an old man

What the old accountant said made Liu Yunxiu a little dissatisfied.

He turned his head to look at the old accountant, and said with displeasure:

"Old accountant, doing business with this kind of person, how can I see my colleagues in the world with my old face?"

The old accountant smiled slightly, turned to look at Liu Yunxiu, and said:

"Which is more important, face or money?"

Liu Yunxiu was still dissatisfied, with a sullen expression on his face.

The old accountant patted him on the shoulder and continued:

"Business, it's not shameful. Have you forgotten how you asked your second brother to invest in you in order to start a family? At that time, why didn't you consider face?"

"Old accountant, this is different. This man is here to kill me!"

"Are you dead?"

"This..., of course not!"

Liu Yunxiu was angry and embarrassed.

"Isn't this the end? As long as you are not dead, get up and clean up your wounds, and we will continue to talk about business. Xiao Liu, you are already in your decades, mature!"

What the old accountant said made Liu Yunxiu speechless.

He turned to look at me again and asked:

"Tell me, what's your price? If it's too little, let alone this guy who eats garlic, even you will suffer today!"

While speaking, the old accountant deliberately squeezed the crutch in his hand.

I glanced around, and old Mr. Wu and Uncle Zhong hadn't come back yet.I said directly:

"Don't worry, just wait a minute!"

"He's just stalling for time. What price can he offer for a little guy?"

Liu Yunxiu said angrily.The old accountant didn't take it seriously at all, he closed his eyes slightly, and muttered:

"Don't be impatient, it will be done later. Everyone is here, are you still afraid that he will fly away?"

While speaking, I heard the panting voice of old Mr. Wu from the periphery:

"Here we come, He Songbai is here!"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone turned their heads.

I saw old Mr. Wu and Uncle Zhong jogging over pushing He Songbai.

Seeing He Songbai, He Xiaoshi couldn't help asking me in a low voice:

"On the sixth day of the lunar new year, what did you call my father for? Do you think he can afford the price Liu Yunxiu offered?"

I directed at He Xiaoshi and comforted him in a low voice:

"Don't worry, you'll know soon!"

He Songbai had already come to the crowd, and he looked at us in astonishment.

Everything that happened just now, it is estimated that the old head Wu has already told him, so he asked me directly:

"The sixth day, what are you?"

I cupped my fists, saluted He Songbai respectfully, and said politely:

"Mr. He, I invite you to come here today because I want to retrieve some things from you. Maybe these things can save my brother's life!"

He Songbai's face twitched involuntarily, he already guessed what I was talking about.

But he still asked me in front of everyone:

"What are you taking?"

I turned my head to look at the old accountant, and said:

"Mr. Mei Luomei won countless money and things when he came out of Qianjin. I remember that you told me in your Wenbaozhai. On that day, Mr. Meiluo sprinkled the cash he won on the lotus tower. But He entrusts you to keep many cultural relics lost by gamblers. I don’t know cultural relics, but I remember you said that there are writings by Zhao Mengfu, paintings by Mi Fu and Zhu Da. There are also gold, stone, jade, bronze and porcelain. Hundreds of pieces Among them, there are many priceless cultural relics..."

While speaking, I glanced at the old accountant.

At this moment, his cloudy eyes suddenly brightened.

Sure enough, these things are the most attractive to him.

He Songbai frowned, and asked tentatively:

"There is such a thing. Mr. Mei entrusted me to keep it. Are you?"

I smiled and continued:

"Mr. Mei told you that you will keep it on your behalf. If he can't come here to deal with these cultural relics, someone will come to take over them in the future. That's right, right?"

Actually, I falsified what He Songbai said to me.

What he said that day was that someone will take care of it in the future.

He Songbai nodded in astonishment.I continued:

"Today, I have admitted in the Eight Desolation Hall that Melo is my father. The right to dispose of these things belongs to me. Is this okay?"

He Songbai looked at me in astonishment, and then at Brother Garlic.

Finally, his eyes stopped on the old accountant.

He never thought that I would use this method to beg for these treasures.

"On the sixth day of the lunar new year, you admitted it. But everyone can see that you are just being angry. There is no proof, how can I give these things to you?"

I knew that He Songbai was trying to excuse me.

He was afraid that my so-called confession would be taken seriously by the old accountant and others.

I couldn't help laughing, and said slowly:

"Master He, don't forget that I bet with Qin Sihai on this batch of things that day. At that time, you promised me that I could deal with this batch of things..."

"Yes, there is such a thing!"

The crowd looked at the lively Qin Sihai, and then said something.

It's just a pity that he is in a state of desperation now, and he is very soft-spoken.

No one cared about what he said.

The old accountant at the side suddenly tapped the wooden stake next to him lightly with his cane.

Looking at He Songbai, he frowned and said dissatisfiedly:

"He Songbai, you have already admitted on the sixth day of the junior high school, why are you pushing back and forth. You don't want to steal the things of the third brother back then, do you?"