Chen Yang instinctively pulled Tang Wan to block her front.
He was just halfway through the movement when he saw Edward with his arms wide open and walking towards the old white man with a cigar smoking from his mouth and a smoking shotgun in his hand.
The two hugged each other intimately, patted each other on the back, and complained about each other's dislike, just like a father and son reunited after a long separation.
The old white man excitedly fired a few more shots into the sky, and then said in a loud voice:
"Boy Edward, I say you can do it. You will get lucky one day."
“When God closes a door for you, he will definitely open a window for you.
Is that your window Tangren Chen?”
Chen Yang understood and couldn't laugh or cry.
I bet this old white man is the father Edward calls him. Is the shotgun used as a salute?
Okay, this is very American.
When the old white man mentioned him, Chen Yang walked over with Tang Wan.
Edward introduced him enthusiastically, and the old white man was indeed the father he mentioned.
Chen Yang and the others followed their father into his grocery store, and they immediately felt like their eyes were open.
The facade in the front is just a decoration, and there is an open space in the back with countless miscellaneous things placed in the open air.
Chen Yang glanced over and saw appliances such as refrigerators and televisions, supplies such as fishing rods and bicycles, and even more exaggerated, early-stage weapons such as Gatling guns and trench cannons.
These cover almost anything that may appear in the warehouse, except that it is a little old, and it is like a museum of life or war.
Everything a person needs to live, except food and drink, can be found here.
While Chen Yang was observing the situation in the grocery store, his father had already had an intimate conversation with Edward:
"I heard, boy Edward, you made a big fortune this time, at least 180,000 US dollars, right?
How about I follow the old rules and give it all to dad?"
Edward drooled at the grill set up in the open space, where the lamb leg was roasting fragrantly and oily, while shaking his head without hesitation.
"Dad, I need to discuss this with my partner, the mysterious Tang Dynasty Chen.
God knows why I promised him that the harvest, all the harvest, will be half for each person.
Dad, do you know? My heart is bleeding."
Edward made an expression like he was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. He walked to Chen Yang and lowered his voice:
"Chen from Tang Dynasty, do you want to sell it to dad for 180,000 US dollars? According to the agreement, each of us will get half of it."
Although his voice was low, Logan, who had been beside him, heard him clearly and was completely impressed by Edward.
Edward was so poor that he sold his house, drove a shabby Ford F150, and had no idea where he would stay at night. Yet he was able to resist the temptation of green dollars and abide by his agreement.
This is not something ordinary people can do.
Chen Yang nodded first, then shook his head and said: "Keep two bottles and sell the others. I have use for those two bottles."
Having said this, he took a sneak glance at Tang Wan and caught Tang Wan in his tracks.
Tang Wan instantly understood what Chen Yang meant by using it, her face lit up, and she rolled her eyes back.
Chen Yang chuckled and continued: "The remaining 10 bottles can be sold to dad, and the price is about the same.
Internationally, rose essential oil can be sold for around US$500 for 10 ml depending on its purity. Ours is about the same, and Dad also makes a certain profit.
The remaining money will be used for tomorrow’s auction, so let’s treat it as our capital.”