A junk collection station floats in my mind

Chapter 33 Stone Lion!
"Eight? Or?"

Chen Muyu thought that his ears had misheard. The daughter of his father's comrade-in-arms should be about the same age as him no matter what.

"Eight years old, eight years old, eight years old. What's your expression?"

The important thing was said three times, and it was said that knowing a son is like a father. Chen Jianzhong didn't know what Chen Muyu was thinking, so he reached out and tapped Chen Muyu on the head three times, "Your mother and I adopted her as a goddaughter. In a few days, we will I will pick her up to play at home for a while, and then you will be able to see her..."

……

eight years old?

That's over!
Chen Muyu spread his hands, not to mention spending 230 million, and also had an extra sister for nothing, every day...

……

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In the early morning of the next day, Chen Muyu was dragged by his father to go to work in the station, but Huang Xiaoqi called and successfully helped Chen Muyu escape.

In the north of the city, in happiness.

When Chen Muyu came over, Huang Xiaoqi was already waiting downstairs in the community.

Actually, it wasn't Huang Xiaoqi looking for him today, but her father Huang Dashan.

Didn't Chen Muyu come here last time? He also looked at the bronze tripod that Huang Dashan bought for 250 yuan. Huang Dashan was not there that day. When he came back at night, Chen Muyu had already left, but Deng Jie still conveyed Chen Muyu's words to Huang Dashan.

Originally, Huang Dashan didn't take it seriously, but he was afraid of thinking about some things, and he was a little scared after thinking about it, and he didn't dare to find someone to appraise it. If it was true, it would be bad to get into trouble.

After much deliberation, Huang Dashan decided to call Chen Muyu to his home and ask him about it.

"Brother Yu, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Seeing Chen Muyu from a distance, Huang Xiaoqi came up to meet him. She must have been waiting for a long time.

"Don't I have to dress up and dress up!"

Chen Muyu stroked his hair with his hands, and smiled sassyly.

"Hate!"

Huang Xiaoqi cast a sharp look, "Hurry up, my dad and the others are waiting impatiently!"

When he came up, he dragged Chen Muyu into the corridor.

"They? Who else?" Chen Muyu was a little taken aback.

"A friend of my dad's is also a teacher. He came over early in the morning and brought a bunch of things. I want you to show me too!"

"Oh?"

……

While talking, go upstairs.

Deng Jie was busy with lunch in the kitchen. On the sofa, Huang Dashan was chatting with a middle-aged man with a bit bald hair.

The TV was on and no one was watching.

"Uncle Dashan!"

Chen Muyu came in and said hello.

"Yo, Xiao Yu is here?"

The conversation between the two stopped, when Huang Dashan saw Chen Muyu, he quickly got up and called Chen Muyu to come and sit down.

That was quite a passion.

Chen Muyu grinned, he was a frequent visitor to Huang's house.

He looked at the man sitting on the sofa.

Huang Dashan was busy introducing it to Chen Muyu, "Xiao Yu, this is your Aunt Jie's school admissions teacher, Teacher Zhang Deliang, and my old friend for many years!"

Chen Muyu greeted politely, and stepped forward to shake hands.

"Dashan, is this your nephew?"

Zhang Deliang's face was full of smiles, but there was obviously something more in his eyes looking at Chen Muyu.

I couldn't tell what that thing was, but Chen Muyu still felt that it was a kind of contempt.

Originally, Zhang Deliang had taken his annual leave for the past few days, and had just returned from a trip with his family. As soon as he got home, Huang Dashan called him, saying that the last time they went to the countryside to collect folk songs, there might be some problems with the things they collected. Tell him to bring everything over quickly, and he finds an expert to show it to him.

They were all old friends, so of course he couldn't bear to say no to it, so he came here early this morning with his stuff.

Hearing Huang Dashan say that the so-called expert is one of his nephews, Zhang Deliang smiled wryly, Huang Dashan is only in his forties, how old is his nephew, and he has some good eyesight.

Sure enough, now that Chen Muyu was younger than he imagined, Zhang Deliang couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. In his opinion, Huang Dashan was just joking.

However, for the face of an old friend, you still have to deal with it.

"Mu Yu is a college student. They don't want a high-paying job in the provincial capital. After graduation, they will go back to our Qingshan..."

Huang Dashan hurriedly introduced Chen Muyu to Zhang Deliang again, it was so chic and brash, it made Chen Muyu's ears turn red!

"Uncle Dashan, don't brag anymore..." Chen Muyu couldn't help it, and interrupted quickly, "What about the things, let me have a look!"

"Look, this kid is more anxious than me!"

Huang Dashan laughed, and led Chen Muyu to the back balcony.

……

On the balcony, there are four or five cardboard boxes piled up.

Most of them were brought by Zhang Deliang, and they were all packed in cardboard boxes because they were afraid that people would see them.

Two people stepped forward, opened the largest one of the boxes, and took out a large item from it.

"Look at this first!"

Gently put it on the floor, Huang Dashan and Zhang Deliang both patted the ashes on their hands.

It is snow-white and snow-white, with a big head and belly, half a meter high. It looks like a stone lion with its mouth wide open. The carving is very rough. The stone is also very ordinary, looking like a lump of plaster.

There is a crack on the back of the stone lion, which should be a natural crack, and some black ash is stuck on the surface here and there.

"Where did you get this thing?"

After a glance, the expression on Chen Muyu's face was a bit dignified. These days, he has also supplemented some knowledge related to antiques. Although he still can't tell the truth from the fake at a glance, there is a systematic appraisal, and he still has the basic appraisal information. able to grasp.

Originally, seeing Chen Muyu's expression, Huang Dashan's relaxed atmosphere suddenly became a little heavy.

Zhang Deliang looked at Huang Dashan, obviously he didn't want to say this first.

"Some time ago, our Qingshan Federation of Literary and Art Circles organized a trip to the countryside to collect folk songs. We went to Cucumber Mountain in Yancheng City, and Deliang and I went there!" Huang Dashan didn't mean to hide it, and said directly, "There are In a small town, there is a grocery market in the town, these things and my small tripod were bought in that small town, my tripod cost 250, Deliang’s total cost should be more than 1000!"

"1200!"

Zhang Deliang made a statement next to him, "We talked about the price for a long time there, and the stall owner didn't buy oil or salt. How about it, young man, did I lose money on this thing?"

As he was talking, he even started complaining. Chen Muyu really didn't understand this person's operation.

Chen Muyu raised his head, looking hesitant to speak.

"Xiao Yu?" Huang Dashan called out to Chen Muyu, "There are no outsiders here, so what can I say!"

Chen Muyu frowned, "Is the stone lion of the Ming Dynasty worth anything? It's worthless. The shape is too rough. I can only say that more than 1000 is worth it!"

The first half of the sentence brightened the eyes of both of them, but the second half disappointed Zhang Deliang.

It's really hairless, and it's not safe to do things. If it's something from the Ming Dynasty, it's only worth a thousand yuan?Zhang Deliang has already complained in his heart.

(End of this chapter)