[Stone Gambling Antiques] Palm Eye Lingpupil

It's time to work, my son, you are in the city, and you have a way to arrange a good job for your uncle. It doesn't need much, just ten thousand yuan a month is enough. "

Two or three boxes of stuff?A career worth tens of thousands of dollars a month?Does the old lady take him for a fool?Mo Fan watched the old lady singing and doing excellent performances, and his heart started to rage, but he still spoke slowly: "I respect you as an old man, but I'm not a fool. I'm not a prodigal, two or three I can’t afford anything like a box, and I haven’t received 1 yuan a month for a job that costs [-] yuan a month. How can I arrange it for a so-called uncle who I don’t even know who it is.” The more Wohuo , the calmer Mo Fan's tone became, and no anger could be seen on his always indifferent face.

"You have such a big house, and any thing can make us country folks live for several years. It's not a good thing to be too modest." Hearing Mo Fan's evasion, the old lady gritted her teeth: "Unfilial It’s not a good thing to believe in the city.”

"Being unfilial is better than feeding a swarm of locusts." Mo Fan was not moved by the old lady's words at all.

The old lady looked at Mo Fan's indifferent and calm look, and knew that he was no better than his parents, and it was probably impossible for her to get what she wanted today.Who knows how two people with such soft ears gave birth to such a difficult son.But since this guy is so disregarding feelings, she doesn't need to save face for him, first get some good things back, and then think about it, it's not all her business.

Beating her legs, the old lady immediately put on a picture of suffering, as if no one was sorry for her: "I worked so hard to come here, and I will be kicked out without even a place to rest my legs. Now, I don't care about the juniors anymore, otherwise the outsiders might say how I am disrespectful. After all, they are my own children, so it's okay to be a little bit hurt. Look at it in a few days, you A few cousins ​​are getting married, how about lending me something so that I can go back and help them save face. This carpet is good, let me use it when I go back. That small plate is also good, let me use it when I go back. That decoration It's so beautiful, let me go back and show it...I'll send it to you in two months, take it back and show it, those sisters will praise me for having a good grandson." The old lady looked at Mo Fan and ignored her. He quickly started to roll things up.

"The blanket you call is a pure wool carpet. The craftsmanship comes from Axminster in England, and the price is more than 60. The plate you call is a bronze mirror that has been preserved in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the value is more than [-]. The decoration you call is gold thread." Emerald carvings are worth more than [-] million yuan. Put the money on me, and I will give you the things." Mo Fan saw that the old lady was worth something, and he had to admire the viciousness of the old lady's eyes for a while. One piece is worth a fortune.

"It costs so much money for such a piece of shit?" The old lady's voice suddenly became sharper: "Grand grandson, you will be punished by God for cheating grandma like this."

"You go if you don't have any money." Scourge?Mo Fan scoffed at this word, if there was a divine punishment, this person in front of him would probably be the first one to suffer: "You have not been punished by the divine, and the divine punishment will not reach me in a while."

"You...you..." The old lady pointed at Mo Fan's nose, probably because she was old and no one had spoken to her like this for a long time, and she was a little out of breath.

Mo Fan took the old lady's hand and pulled the old lady outside, opened the door, and pulled the old lady out of the door, and Mo Fan was about to close the door.

"You unfilial son--" the old lady seemed to react, her voice was so sharp that it seemed to pierce the sky.

"Those who are unkind are not filial. Unkindness comes first, it is the cause, and unfiliality comes later, it is the result." Mo Fan stood at the door with a calm voice, making people believe that what he said is the truth for no reason.

"I don't care? I don't care. How did you grow up so big? Poor your parents brought you to the city since you were a child, probably because they were busy with work and didn't care so much about your upbringing. My fault..." The old lady picked up the handkerchief and was about to wipe her face again.

Just at this time, three cars drove over from outside, with their backs facing the direction of the old lady, and the one leading the charge was the Wrangler that Mo Fan was very familiar with.

"Shut up." Compared with Mo Fan, Mo Yi is much simpler and rude.Mo Yi is a person who has seen a lot of blood. Usually, because he is jealous of Mo Fan and the others, his aura has been restrained. Now, although his people have not yet reached Mo Fan's side, his aura is released. After coming out, the old lady, an old lady from the countryside, turned her head. Even though her eyes lit up when she saw the three cars, she immediately hissed and didn't dare to say a word.

The old lady also came over during the Cultural Revolution, or even during the civil war. She knew a little about the environment in which Mo Yi's aura could be cultivated, so she didn't dare to continue talking.

"I'm talking to my grandson. I haven't seen my grandson for several years..." The old lady watched Mo Yi standing behind Mo Fan, and her voice was trembling when she spoke: "Son, it will be you in a few days Cousin is getting married, remember to come." Then he left the door quickly, as fast as a man in his 40s or [-]s.

"It's my mother's mother." Mo Fan saw the doubt in Mo Yi's eyes, although he didn't know whether it was genuine doubt or faking, Mo Fan also explained the relationship to him.

Entering the living room, Mo Fan and Mo Yi just put away the things touched by the old lady in the living room, and Luo Jiasheng, who had parked all three cars, came in.

"Mo Fan, guess how much we sold for those two things?" Luo Jiasheng was very winking and didn't mention the old lady's matter. I won’t tell you” triumphant expression.

Mo Fan glanced at Luo Jiacheng, then turned his head, still facing Mo Yi: "When are you leaving?" Mo Yi's two-month vacation will soon be over.

"After the dinner." Mo Yi couldn't wait to see Luo Jiasheng's naive and proud look: "'Bamboo Forest' sold for 700 million, and the spring ribbons sold for 600 million. A banquet must be held the day after tomorrow at the latest." Banquets are the sign of entering the upper class. The concept of Guanmo Studio is to be the best. If you don’t enter the upper class, the development of the studio will be difficult in the future.

"I see." For the dinner, Mo Fan had to make a lot of preparations, from the venue, to the program, to the catering, as the first time Guanmo Studio was shown in front of the upper class, it had to be foolproof.

"Hey, Mo Yi, why did you tell Mo Fan directly." Luo Jiasheng was dissatisfied, his originally good appearance of a social elite was forced to be tossed by his words and angry actions.

"If you wait for you to tell me, the day lily will be cold." Mo Yi patiently responded to Luo Jiacheng's words.

Hearing Mo Yi's ridicule, Luo Jiasheng was taken aback for a moment, then happily went to Jiang Qiuci immediately: "Stinky bamboo pole, smelly bamboo pole, brother soldier teased me, this is the first time he teased me..."

"It turns out that you are an M, fat man. I said earlier that I would send you the complete set of equipment you need."

"what is……"

Listening to the conversation between Luo Jiasheng and Jiang Qiuci that was heard from afar, Mo Fan took a deep breath and acted as if he hadn't heard anything.As for Mo Yi, Mo Fan believed that he must have seen the corners of Mo Yi's mouth twitch.

"I'm going up." Said to Mo Yi, Mo Fan turned and went upstairs without a moment's pause.He still couldn't decide how to get along with Mo Yi.

But Mo Yi thought that Mo Fan was troubled by the old lady's affairs, and he had already decided to tell his family. In his opinion, it was right to let Mo Fan calm down by himself.

After opening the lock of the room, a small meat ball rushed over immediately.When going down, because he was afraid that the old lady would use that day to make trouble, Mo Fan locked that day in the room together and did not let him go out together.

Picking up that day, Mo Fan sat on the bed, watching that day first licking his hand flatteringly, and then turned around after a while, with his back facing him, as if ignoring him anyway, Couldn't help rubbing his head on that day.

Follow the hair on that day's body, although only the hair around the neck is very fluffy and soft, and the hair on other parts of the body is relatively short and hard, but Mo Fan likes this kind of feel very much, so if you hold that day in your arms Here, he will definitely give that day a smooth hair.

"Next time I will let you follow." Mo Fan knew why he lost his temper that day. He overestimated the old lady and underestimated himself. Next time he has a chance, he will not lock that day alone in the room.Of course, the premise is that there is an opportunity.

"Wow." I don't know if I really understood Mo Fan's words that day, after Mo Fan said "Let him follow next time", he immediately turned around, and let out a burst of majestic moaning. Roaring, he almost jumped up on Mo Fan's body.

Apparently he knew that day that he couldn't jump around on Mo Fan's body.

He licked it lightly in Mo Fan's hand, and nestled in Mo Fan's arms that day, allowing Mo Fan to stroke its fur, making a comfortable "cuckoo" sound from his throat.

Mo Fan looked at the closed cabinet with uncertain thoughts in his eyes.

67. You wait

Before Mo Fan could sort out the affairs of the Mo family, the last and first dinner party held by Mo Yi before he left was about to be held as scheduled.

In the past two days, for this dinner party, they did not go to the gambling stone that was originally decided to celebrate their jadeite sale.