I am doing well in the Siheyuan

"Oh, Ye Ming, I'm already this old, can't I take a few more glances before I'm buried?"

"This is the second time you've said this. Don't use this to scare me. As long as I'm here, it will be difficult for you to die early, let alone be buried!" Although Ye Ming's words were a bit exaggerated, for him, who has medical skills, it is not difficult to ensure that Master Guan lives a long life.

"Listen, Marquis Pauper, listen to how painful these words are!" Old Guan's face was bitter. He knew that Ye Ming would not agree, but he still felt upset when he heard the rejection with his own ears.

"Well, stop complaining. I'm planning to open a museum and I'll hire you as the director!"

"Oh, that's great!"

"Then it's settled!"

"a man of his words."

"Wait, why do I feel like you've set me up?"

"Where is the design? Do you want to consider it again?"

"Forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore. It's rare to be confused."

The construction of the museum has been put on the agenda by Ye Ming, and its completion is just around the corner.

The collections over the years are numerous and messy, and Ye Ming has not yet sorted them out. It is appropriate to entrust this task to Uncle Guan.

As for whether it is authoritative or not, the highlight of the auction is actually setting the stage for Uncle Guan and Marquis Poor.

The two of them were just like Jiang Taigong fishing, waiting for the right person to take the bait.

"Cousin, is that calligraphy valuable?"

Su Meng did not have a deep understanding of antiques, and after leaving the auction house, she still felt confused.

"The question is not whether it is precious or not. This is a genuine work of Mi Fu, which has been loved by collectors of all generations. If it appears in an auction house in Hong Kong or abroad, it will surely attract countless people.

With our current financial resources, it is almost impossible to get our hands on this calligraphy."

"I am somewhat curious about the origins of those two old men. If they randomly take out some of their collections and ask me to resell them in Hong Kong..."

"I seem to know them..."

When Cousin Liu mentioned Uncle Guan and Marquis Paola, Su Meng frowned slightly.

"Oh? Mengmeng, do you still know them?"

Seeing that Su Meng seemed to know these two people quite well, Cousin Liu felt that this was a pleasant surprise.

"The white-haired old man is Uncle Guan, who lives in Dazhalan. He is a lonely old man with a son who lives abroad. Han Chunming often buys him wine to cheer him up.

Another younger one is Hou Paolan, who lives in Yanzhi Lane and is a rag collector. Han Chunming has also had dealings with him because of rag collecting.

With just these two people, how could the auction house let them manipulate it at will?"

“There may be something else we don’t know.”

Cousin Liu pondered for a moment and did not rush to draw a conclusion.

"Cousin, let's go find Han Chunming first. Didn't you say he has some valuable stuff?"

Su Meng still remembers what Cousin Liu said at the auction.

At the auction site, Ye Ming called Han Chunming to his side.

"Brother Ye, what's the matter?"

"This is the remaining money from the auction of the Qing Yongzheng powder green glaze embossed Ruyi ear garlic vase. Take it."

Ye Ming handed over a bag of money. Han Chunming was stunned and was about to refuse, but Uncle Guan interrupted at the right time:

"Just accept what Ye Ming gave you."

"Since Master Guan has said so, I will respectfully obey your orders."

After getting the approval of Uncle Guan, Han Chunming stopped refusing and took the purse with a smile.

"Excuse me, is Chunming at home?"

Su Meng returned to the yard and ran into Han's mother.

"Chunming isn't home!"

Su Meng didn't believe it and kept looking inside.

Han's mother did not like her and said bluntly:

"You don't believe it, do you? Su Meng, listen to your aunt's advice. You and my Xiaowu are not the same kind of people. Please stop bothering him."

"Auntie, have I offended you in any way?"

Su Meng's face changed slightly. Han's mother had never treated her so coldly before.

"Look at you kid, you're just daydreaming."

Although they lived in the same compound, Han's mother was reluctant to say anything too harsh.

"Why don't you go inside and sit down first? I think Chunming will be back soon."

Mother Han could only invite Su Meng into the house for the time being.

"No, I'll come back later."

Su Meng had a proud personality and shook her head immediately. She could clearly sense Han's mother's disdain and felt somewhat aggrieved.

Not long after, Han Chunming returned home and was surprised to learn from his mother that Su Meng had come to see him.

Ever since the two of them had a falling out, Su Meng had never looked for him.

"How did you provoke her again?"

"It's been a while since I last saw Su Meng. I've been busy enough with the construction site, so I don't have the time to bother with her."

"Chun Ming!"

When I was confused, Su Meng's voice came from the door.

Han Chunming's eyes fell on Cousin Liu who was standing beside the girl. He already knew the other party's identity at Jinchangsheng Restaurant. Although they had no intersection, he didn't dislike him either.

"What are you doing?"

Han Chunming knew clearly that the two people's purpose for this trip must be impure.

"I heard that you opened a restaurant, and now the restaurant is in trouble and you need to borrow money?"

Cousin Liu had already inquired about the Han family's recent situation, and naturally knew a lot about what had happened.

"Don't worry about this!"

"Chunming, how can you talk like that? Doesn't my cousin care about you?"

Su Meng couldn't help feeling dissatisfied when she saw Han Chunming's cold attitude towards her cousin.

"Actually, it's like this. I heard that you like antiques. You have a Qing Yongzheng pink-green glaze embossed ruyi-ear garlic-shaped vase. I'm also interested in it. Can you let me appreciate it?"

Uncle Liu signaled Su Meng to keep quiet, and then confessed his purpose.

When Han Chunming heard that they were going to talk about his collections, his face instantly darkened.

"If that's what you came for, you can leave now."

The weasel is paying New Year's greetings to the chicken. How can it have a good heart?

He first mentioned borrowing money and then brought up antiques. This is not the attitude of an antique enthusiast at all, but the face of a profit-seeking businessman.

Han Chunming instantly lost his favor towards Uncle Liu.

"Don't be hard on anyone, just be hard on money. With your meager income from the construction site, how long can you support the restaurant?"

Uncle Liu did not give up, as he knew that once the news of the auction leaked out, it would be extremely difficult to obtain this treasure.

"I won't beat around the bush. Mengmeng said you have a Qing Yongzheng pink-green glaze embossed Ruyi-ear garlic-shaped vase. I want to buy it."

"Ok?"

As a wealthy businessman in Hong Kong, Uncle Liu may have just attended today's auction.

As soon as the event here ended, they came to us.

Han Chunming thought about it for a moment and knew the purpose of their trip.

But he didn't expose it.

"I do have a garlic jar, what are you going to offer for it?"

Seeing that Han Chunming had softened, Uncle Liu and Su Meng exchanged glances.

"I really like these antiques. For Meng Meng's sake, I won't take advantage of you. The price is 30,000 yuan!"

"Thirty thousand yuan?"

Han Chunming's eyes widened.

Uncle Liu still thinks he is a petty bourgeois who has never seen the world, and is a little proud of himself.