My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

As for why he is called a sick and consumptive ghost, because he died of cancer before his death, and he always likes to cough when he is a kid. In addition, after death, the kid's complexion is pale, and he looks like a sick child.

The other half of his ghost marriage this time is his first love girlfriend. The two have been dating for four or five years and are planning to get engaged. At this stall, he was diagnosed with cancer.

Afterwards, he proposed to break up, but the other girl disagreed life and death, so she forcibly stayed and took good care of him by his side until his cancer spread and passed away four years later.

It can be said that the girl's best ten years were wasted on him, and the tuberculosis ghost felt guilty, and refused to reincarnate after death, saying that he would wait for his girlfriend.

This class is 16 years. The girl was 50 or [-] years old when she died. Regardless of whether she was married, the appearance of the two of them, one young and handsome, one half-old mistress, stand together and people only think they are mother and child. Where would you think of a couple.

In fact, this girl is also a poor person. She was almost 30 years old when she sent her boyfriend away.

In the end, I couldn’t bear the pressure of my family and the secular world, and married a divorced man who was eight or nine years older than me. Because the man learned that the reason for her late marriage was to take care of her boyfriend with cancer, he always had a grudge and always involved various things. To the girl's ex-boyfriend, and later even domestic violence against the girl.

The girl couldn't take it anymore, so she filed for divorce.

The man refused to leave, and even spread the word that she had ruined her body because of her dissolute behavior with her ex-boyfriend. After marrying him, she couldn't bear children, and he beat her because she was too angry.

Later, because the man had no major principled fault, the court rejected her divorce application, saying only that private mediation was conducted and the divorce was voluntary as much as possible.

The man not only killed her and refused to divorce, but also threatened the girl. If she dared to ask for a divorce again, she would kill her whole family. He also committed suicide by taking medicine.

Because of her murder, she had bad karma on her body, and she couldn't reincarnate in a short time. The sick and consumptive ghost said that she would stay with her in the underworld.

At the beginning, the girl was very resistant, thinking that the ex-boyfriend stayed in the underworld to wait for her just because of guilt. Besides, there was a certain gap between the two in terms of appearance and life experience, and they were no longer the same.

But the consumptive ghost didn't care about these things, and he firmly said that he didn't dislike it. He was even ready to wait for a few decades, and the girl was eight or ninety years old, with wrinkled face, white hair, and hunched back to the underworld.

But the tuberculosis ghost didn't want girls to be too embarrassed, so he said that they can't be a couple, but they can be relatives. Before, she took care of him, but now he takes care of her.

In a blink of an eye, they have been together for five years, and the sick tuberculosis man also said that he loves the girl very much, regardless of the worldly eyes, and insists on being with her. The girl gradually let go of her knot, and her personality becomes cheerful.

It may be that the consumptive ghost felt sorry for the missing wedding, so he decided to make up for her with a ghost marriage.

According to the news, the wedding banquet will be held in half a month, and now almost a week has passed, and it will be nine days after serious calculation.

Ming Yi wrote down the time and sent him a big red envelope, expressing that he would be there on time.

After dealing with the news, Ming Yi felt bored, so he simply asked Cao Xuanhe for a mobile phone, and lay down on the table to continue playing his own small game.

A table, half yin and half yang, one is playing games wholeheartedly, and the other is looking at antiques without distraction, the atmosphere is harmonious and harmonious.

But this atmosphere was quickly broken.

"Waiter, I heard that your boss Cao is very good at appraising antiques. Let him help me find out how much this box is worth."

The arrogant voice in the front shop suddenly aroused Ming Yi's curiosity.

He put down his phone, floated to the screen, poked his head out and looked out.

The man who spoke was a fat, medium-sized, strong-looking man, with a large string of sandalwood beads hanging around his neck, three jewelry rings the size of pigeon eggs on one hand, and several rings around his wrists. bodhi seed.

A nouveau riche image that I am a big money man and I am rich.

On the counter in front of him, there was a twenty-inch box, and his fat and short right hand kept tapping on it, looking very impatient.

Qiao Fan maintained his quality as a service staff, with a smile on his face and a kind tone: "I'm sorry sir, my boss is not in the store."

The wealthy man frowned in dissatisfaction: "Not in the store, where did you go?"

Qiao Fan shook his head: "I don't know where the boss is. I'm just a clerk. If you're in a hurry, why don't you find other masters for identification first?"

The wealthy man waved his hand: "No, I'll just find your boss. I heard from other people that your boss has a lot of people and usually doesn't see customers. I don't believe in evil. You can call him and ask him when he will finish his work. How much is it to give me an appraisal."

It was obviously not the first time that Qiao Fan met such a customer. Although he was already angry, he still tried to keep a smile on his face.

"Sir, you may have misunderstood. Our boss is not seeing customers, but he is in poor health. He is recuperating most of the time. If you don't mind, I can help you take a look."

"Although I'm just a clerk in Wanbaozhai, my eyesight is not bad."

The wealthy man waved his hand in disgust: "I don't want you to see it, but let your boss see it."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and said to Qiao Fan: "Come on, let's be friends, you can call Cao Xuanhe for me, and I'll give you a red envelope, how about it?"

Qiao Fan waved his hand: "Sir, this is inappropriate."

The wealthy man said indifferently: "What's not suitable, if it's not possible, you can call me and I'll talk about it."

Qiao Fan still shook his head and refused: "I'm sorry sir, it's really not possible."

"Hey, you are such a brainless person. I told you that you just need to make a call, and I will give you a red envelope whether your boss agrees or not."

Ming Yi curled his lips, he couldn't listen anymore.

This man is really brutal.

Others use jewelry to set off their temperament, but it is good for him to directly treat himself as a walking jewelry shelf, and he is not afraid of being missed halfway.

And this way of talking about money is really annoying.

He glanced back into the lounge, and saw that Cao Xuanhe was still seriously examining the jade bottle in his hand, as if he hadn't heard the outsider's conversation.

"Cao Xuanhe."

"Ok?"

"Can I punch him?"

"Ah."

Ming Yi got the shop owner's permission, smiled and rolled up his sleeves, walked behind the man, raised his foot and kicked him mercilessly on the back of the man.

Unprepared, the wealthy man jumped forward, bumped into the glass counter, and exclaimed, "Ouch!"

Qiao Fan stood at the counter, saw him fall over, and said concernedly: "Sir, are you alright?"

The rich man propped his hands on the counter, turned his head and looked back, there was nothing behind him.

Just now he clearly felt a strong force hitting his body, could it be his illusion?

"No...it's okay, maybe I accidentally twisted my waist."

The rich man supported his kicked lower back, went to the wooden chair beside him and sat down.

Seeing where he was sitting, Qiao Fan hurriedly got up and walked out of the counter, reminding: "Sir, you can't sit on that set of tables and chairs, you should come here to rest."

The wealthy man rubbed his lower back, waved his hands impatiently and said, "I can't sit on any chair, if it breaks, I will compensate you."

"Hurry up and call Cao Xuanhe. My time is precious. I left a lot of business in the company and ran to him for appraisal. It is enough to give him face. It is okay to put on airs, but it can't be too much."

"Hey!"

Ming Yi got angry again, turned his ankle, and kicked him sideways again.

"Boom."

The rich man fell to the ground together with the chair, the string of sandalwood around his neck snapped, and beads rolled everywhere.

"Ouch." The rich man screamed again, and at the same time he heard the crackling sound of the beads falling off the tiles.After being stunned for half a second, he shouted loudly: "Who, who the hell is playing tricks!"

Ming Yi snorted disdainfully, but unfortunately the other party couldn't hear him at all.

The wealthy man looked around the empty place again, with panic in his eyes, and said to Qiao Fan behind the counter: "You... your store is not clean, there are dirty things!"

He pointed to the sandalwood beads on the ground and said, "My string of sandalwood beads is broken in your store now, you have to pay for it!"

Qiao Fan frowned and said, "...Sir, you are here to touch Ci'er. If you do this, I will call the police."

Hearing this, the wealthy man slapped the wooden table in front of him, and said angrily, "Who touched porcelain!"

"I came into your store and talked to you in a good voice, but I got kicked twice for no reason, and even broke my precious beads. According to this, I still want to call the police and let the police come Check the surveillance in the store to see who is touching who!"

"I came all the way to get your boss to appraise it. I didn't say anything when I saw it, and I put a string of sandalwood beads in it. Besides, you look at me like a master who is short of money. I'm just here to talk to you. This moment of wrangling is enough for me to negotiate a business of tens of millions, and if I talk about porcelain, I won’t be afraid to flash your shit-eating tongue.”

Qiao Fan's cheeks flushed from anger, and his tone became cold and hard: "Sir, are you being reasonable or not? I told you clearly just now that our boss is not here. He is in poor health and is inconvenient to see people. It is you Keep pestering me on the phone."

"Also, I don't know how much business you can negotiate in a short time, but the set of tables and chairs next to you is made of Hainan pineapple flower wood, worth millions. Now you have dropped the chair and need to claim compensation. Since you think I am wronged You are dead, then let's call the police and let the police handle this matter."

As Qiao Fan spoke, he picked up the phone receiver, and as soon as he pressed two numbers, he was blocked by the number keys with a slap from a big man running over, grabbed the receiver from his hand, and put it back heavily.

"I'll pay you, uncle! What kind of dog are you? I haven't asked you to pay for my sandalwood beads. It's really fucking unlucky to come to your house today!"

As he said, he limped to the counter with his waist supported, picked up his suitcase and prepared to leave.

Qiao Fan naturally couldn't let him go so easily, and ran to stop him.

"You can't go!"

"I hate you!"

……

Seeing that the two of them were getting more and more violent, Sister Juan, Si Ling, Cao Zhong, and Qian Yu and the little ghosts all floated down from the bogu stand, with worried faces: "Master."

Cao Xuanhe waved his hands and said, "It's okay."

Qian Yu frowned, and said: "But master, in case Ming breaks that set of tables and chairs..."

Cao Xuanhe said indifferently, "Qiao Fan can handle it well."

As soon as the words fell, the screams of the wealthy man came from outside again.

Seeing that he wanted to attack Qiao Fan, Mingyi punched him without saying a word, and beat up the rich man first.

Qiao Fan took the opportunity to call 110 for the police.

Not long after, two policemen came to the store. After listening to the two parties narrate what happened, they called the store surveillance and found that both men fell out of thin air. It was indeed a bit strange to watch.

At this time, Qiao Fan saw the message Cao Xuanhe sent him on the phone and left a message, and calmly brought the topic to the box on the counter.

"Although our store is an antique store, there have never been any supernatural events. On the contrary, this gentleman can stumble himself while standing upright, and fall down out of thin air while sitting on a chair. Is it because you were killed by something? Dirty stuff got tangled up."

Qiao Fan pointed to the box and said, "I'm curious to see this box, I don't know what's inside, can you open it so we can have a look?"

The wealthy man immediately hugged the box in his arms, and his expression became vigilant: "Look at that, this is my thing, why should I show it to you, in case I accidentally lose it..."

Qiao Fan explained: "Sir, you misunderstood. You didn't show it to me, but to the two police gentlemen. With them here, what are you afraid of losing?"

There was a bit of panic in the rich man's eyes, which was quickly covered up by him, pretending to be angry, and shouted: "I have nothing to fear, but you, you want to blackmail people as soon as you open your mouth, Mr. Police, you have also seen it, the surveillance I was sitting well, but I fell down for no reason, and said that the tables and chairs are worth millions, I think they must have done something on the chairs, deliberately defrauding us customers."

The two policemen have sharp eagle eyes, how could they fail to catch the panic hidden in his expression.

Now seeing him trying to lead the topic to the chair, he couldn't help but look at the suitcase that was being protected by a wealthy man.

The rich man didn't notice, and continued to complain: "And my sandalwood beads."

He pointed to the ground not far away: "Look!"

"My string of sandalwood beads is very good in appearance, but it's worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Even if the chair is made of pineapple flower wood, it's worth a dozen or two hundred thousand at most. How can it compare with my sandalwood beads? Please comment. Who is at a loss!"

One of the policemen asked aloud, "Since the beads are so expensive, why don't you pick them up?"

The wealthy man: "I...Of course I want to pick it up. Didn't I argue with him just now!"

The policeman raised his hand to pick up the box in his hand: "This thing is precious. In order to avoid losing it, I will keep it for you first. Go and pick it up."

The wealthy man subconsciously dodged his extended hand, and refused, "No, I can take it myself."

Seeing this, the two policemen looked at each other, making sure that there was something wrong with the things in his box.

Ming Yi had been standing by the side watching the play, seeing the guilty attitude of the wealthy man, he also noticed something strange in it, glanced at the box in his hand, walked forward, grabbed his wrist and squeezed it hard.

The rich man was unprepared, he took a sharp breath in pain, and subconsciously let go of the hand holding the box.

The box fell, and Ming Yi raised his foot to catch it, making it land safely on the ground.