Express delivery is a high-risk occupation

Because he slept too late, Xu Mu was always in a state of sleepy eyelids when he was tallying the goods at the courier point the next morning.Riding on the small tricycle, blowing the ecstasy of the morning breeze, the courier brother who has not fully charged the battery at night is considered more energetic.

After delivering the courier in Qingping Lane, he went straight to Moyi Pavilion at No. 42. When it comes to the price of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, the owner of the painting and calligraphy shop must have a better say.

"The painting on the left is priced at 12 yuan. Feng Jiong learned the techniques of Tang Bohu and Qiu Ying. They are good at chapping, rubbing, dyeing, and dotting. Look at the bamboo leaves in this painting. They are all made of double hooks..." Calligraphy and painting shop The boss was introducing a picture of bamboo and stone on the wall to the guests in a calm manner. When he caught a glimpse of the courier brother, he paused, "Why, there is my courier?"

Xu Mu waved his hand, "No, there is something I want to ask you, I will talk about it when you are busy."

The shopkeeper with a handsome face nodded and motioned Xu Mu to sit on the mountain chair for a while.

"What do you want to ask?" After seeing off the guests, he brought a cup of tea and sat next to Xu Mu.

"I want you to help me find out how much such pastel paper is worth." Xu Mu showed him some photos transferred from He Qiang.

The owner frowned and flipped through the pages, "Ku Wajian?"

"Yes, Ku Wajian." Xu Mu nodded hastily.

"what size?"

"It's about thirty centimeters wide. I don't know the length."

"According to the width, it is very similar to the size of couplet paper. The price is estimated to be between 20 and [-]." The shop owner returned the phone to Xu Mu.

Xu Mu's jaw almost fell to the ground, "Ten to 20?"

The price of the well-painted painting just now was only 12.

"The price of this thing is really high now." The shopkeeper signaled Xu Mu to follow him to the row of narrow shelves against the wall, and took out a brocade box from the middle.When the lid was opened, there was a piece of paper with a blue background inside, on which a large broken-branched flower was depicted with gold powder, which was absolutely exquisite. "This pastel note will sell for about 12 yuan. The one in your photo is red. Chinese people always like red, so it will be more popular."

What a sad news!Xu Mu sighed silently, then raised his mobile phone and asked, "Then do you have anything similar to this in your store?"

The shopkeeper shook his head lightly, "I only have this blue one and another orange one left here, why, do you want to buy it?"

Xu Mu scratched his hair melancholy, "I accidentally lost someone else's Kuwaji yesterday, if I really can't find it, I will have to pay for it."

"There really aren't many of these things on the market. Let me keep an eye out for you and let you know if there are any." The shopkeeper closed the lid and put the pastel note back on the mahogany stand.

"Thank you." Xu Mu thanked the owner, and walked towards the door dejectedly.

The shopkeeper raised his hand and called him to stop, "Xiaomu, I only researched half of your friend's treasure map last time, don't you worry?"

The courier boy paused. The two local tyrants didn't mention the treasure map in a word when they met last time. They probably forgot to go to the Himalayas long ago. "It should be in no hurry. Let's talk about it after you finish your research."

20 million!

Where can I get 20 at home?

With a heavy heart, Xu Mu rode the small tricycle to the express delivery point, when the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.He took out his mobile phone, only to see three words sent by Feng Yuan concisely, [Found it]

found it?

Are you not dreaming?

The courier brother widened his eyes, read it again carefully, and quickly dialed Feng Yuan's phone number.

"The thing was indeed found. You should be off work, right? I'm bringing Uncle He to pick you up at the courier point, and I should be able to catch up with his original appointment to find the expert for authenticity." As soon as the call was connected, Feng Yuan kept secret After talking a lot in an airtight manner, Xu Mu didn't find a space to interrupt.

"it is good……"

"Let's do this first, we'll talk about it later when we meet." Xu Mu only had time to utter a syllable, and Feng Yuan hung up the phone conveniently.

found it?

How did you find it?

Where did you find it?

Xu Mu stared blankly at the hung up phone, his mind was full of question marks on the screen, and he didn't have time to ask any of them.

Twenty minutes later, the first thing Xu Mu did when he sat in the passenger seat was to ask how he got the things back.

"I don't know the details. I just sent the photos taken by Uncle He to my friends, saying that something was lost, and I asked everyone to take care of it. Unexpectedly, someone contacted me an hour ago and said that the things were in his place. They The boss at home asked him to deliver the things. I asked him who his boss was, but he didn't say anything." Feng Yuan glanced at the direction of the back seat through the rearview mirror, and answered vaguely.

Aha?

The courier brother has a capitalized word "愉" on his face, and the things worth more than a dozen or 20 yuan, no matter how you think about it, he didn't find it casually, and he didn't even show his face for such a big favor?

"Could it be Wang Letian?"

"If it was him, he would have jumped in front of me a long time ago to claim credit."

"Where is Song Zhiming?"

"It's possible for him, it's his style to do things in silence. But I don't think he will do this kind of thing for me if I don't have this level of friendship with him." The young master of the Song family was so busy , basically no time to worry about people other than Wang Letian.

Xu Mu got stuck, this kind of style of spending money like water, except for the two local tyrants, he really couldn't think of other candidates.

"Uncle, is it your original one?" Xu Mu turned his head and asked He Qiang in the back seat.The way this thing comes back is really weird, isn't there something wrong with it?

He Qiang handed the cardboard box he was holding tightly to Xu Mu in the front seat, "I compared the photos with Feng Yuan, and the creases in the lower left corner and the scratches on the right are all there, so it should be the original one."

Xu Mu unwrapped the ribbon, and in the box lay a piece of wax paper with a light red background. The cloud and dragon patterns painted with gold powder on the edge of the paper sparkled and shone in the sunlight.

"It's like a dream to find it again." The courier boy sighed with emotion.

【fool. 】Sentences in the car suddenly came out of the Beijing accent, and it was clearly a female voice.

Xu Mu's hand holding the box trembled slightly, his bright black eyes fixed on the pastel paper inside the box.

No, it's not what he thought it was!

Really became a spirit?

[What are you looking at, I have never seen a beautiful woman! 】

Xu Mu: ……………

I have seen a lot of monsters, but I have never seen a self-proclaimed beauty.

【Tell you, Bengong is in a bad mood right now, and I'll goug your eyes if I look at it again. 】

Empress, have you watched too many Gongdou dramas?

Xu Mu subconsciously reached out to touch his eyelids.

【I said, you can't hear Ben Gong's speech, can you? 】

Xu Mu closed the lid silently, unable to hear, I could not hear anything.

[Open, you open the lid for me, you are pressing on Bengong's skirt. 】

skirt?

Where did the skirt come from a piece of paper?

Xu Mu quickly opened the lid of the box, and the Kuwa note was safely placed in the middle of the box, with no half of the corner sticking out.

【You really can hear me!Strange, how can you hear me?Why can you hear him but not you? ] The voice seemed to be lost in thought.

Xu Mu frowned, I also want to know the answer to this question.Wait, who is "he"?

"What's the matter, aren't you happy to find something?" Feng Yuan glanced at the box, then at the co-pilot's courier brother.

"It's okay." Thinking of He Qiang in the back seat, Xu Mu hesitated to speak, closed the box again, and handed the things back to He Qiang.

The connoisseur lived in an old bungalow area in the city center, and it was only a 15-minute drive from the courier point where Xu Mu went to work. Unfortunately, they encountered a heavy traffic jam on Sunday, and their car was stuck in the traffic entering the city, unable to advance or retreat. Hours later, we arrived at our destination.

It was a three-story red brick western-style building with a yard of five or six hundred square meters, quietly located in the city center.The east-facing wall of the small western-style building is covered with ivy, and the green is endless, as beautiful as the scenery on a certain postcard.

The security at the gate carefully checked Feng Yuan's identity before letting the car in.

This house is amazing!

Xu Mu looked out curiously through the car window, feeling that even the brickwork on the courtyard wall was elegant.A man who looked like a housekeeper had long been waiting at the door of the ground floor of the small western-style building. Seeing the three get off the car, he politely led them into the house.

The sun is just right, and the room is quiet.In the living room sat an old gentleman with white beard and hair, who was sitting on the sofa intently examining a plum vase with a magnifying glass.

"Master, they're here." The man who looked like a butler led He Qiang, Feng Yuan and Xu Mu to sit on the sofa on the other side.

Only then did the old gentleman reluctantly put the plum vase and magnifying glass on the coffee table, smoothed his inch-long goatee, and raised his head to greet them.

As soon as he raised his head, Xu Mu was taken aback. This old gentleman looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

When his gaze caught Xu Mu, the old gentleman was also taken aback, "Little brother, why is it you?"

The title "little brother" is like a key, instantly reminding Xu Mu of the old man in front of him. It was Mr. Song who bought the red plate for talking and offering sacrifices at the porcelain shop in Qingping Lane that day.

He never expected that the expert his uncle was looking for was actually this old man who had met once.

"You know each other?" Both Feng Yuan and He Qiang showed surprise.

Xu Mu rubbed his fingers, and didn't know how to explain, so he could only briefly introduce, "Uh...we met once in Qingping Lane."

At this moment, the phone next to the sofa rang.

The butler answered the phone a few times and hung up, then turned to report to Mr. Song, "Master, the young master is here."

Old Mr. Song sat comfortably, "There are guests at home, let him go to the study for a while. By the way, Ann, prepare some tea and snacks for the guests."

The butler responded, turned around and went to get ready.Mr. Song turned his head to look at Xu Mu, Feng Yuan and He Qiang, with a slight smile on his face, "Little brother, I heard that you want me to help read Zhang Ku's wax paper?"

"Yes, this is the one you need to trouble Mr. Song to identify." Feng Yuan took the cardboard box from He Qiang's hand and handed it to Mr. Song.

"Grandpa...Feng Yuan? Why are you here?" A familiar voice sounded from behind everyone.

Xu Mu turned his head, and the person standing at the door was Song Zhiming who had dinner with him yesterday!

Mr. Song is Song Zhiming's grandfather?

Xu Mu looked at Mr. Song in shock. Could he be a fox too?

Imagining the scene of a nine-tailed fox holding a plum bottle to study in his mind, the courier boy felt that the things in his mind were crackling and shattering.

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In fact, you guessed it right.Zhi Ling eloped with someone in one direction

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