It seems that Chen Yuan is jealous and wants to suppress himself at all costs. He even wants to hold on to his identity as a member of the Central Security Bureau. As Chen Yin said, Chen Yuan is not capable enough to take charge of the Chen family.
, is already quite difficult. In addition, the Chen family has no heirs. If they want to gain a foothold in the capital in the future, the only way is to marry.
In the capital nursing home, the old man of the Ye family was leaning on the recliner.
Ye Qingchen was sitting on the side, chatting with the old man.
"Qingchen, there's nothing important these days."
The old man asked intentionally or unintentionally.
"It's not a big deal." Ye Qingchen smiled, hesitated for a moment, and swallowed the discomfort in his heart.
"Just say what you want to say." Mr. Ye smiled.
"Grandpa, I want to ask your opinion about Haoxuan."
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Qingchen finally expressed his thoughts.
"Do you want him to return to the Ye family?" the old man said.
"Yes, I didn't know he existed all this time. I owe them a lot and I want to make up for it." Ye Qingchen nodded.
"No one stopped his mother and son from returning to Ye's house, but have you thought about the consequences?" the old man said.
"I will do some work with the Yang family," Ye Qingchen said.
"The Yang family is second. The key is, how do you feel about the child's own abilities?" the old man asked.
"Grandpa, I am not boasting. Haoxuan is a great person among men. Having him will definitely be a great help to the Ye family."
Mentioning his son, Ye Qingchen showed a hint of pride on his face. He had checked his son's past affairs and found that his son had always been a top student when he was studying. Especially in the past year, he has skyrocketed and there is no need to question his ability.
"That's the problem, he has good abilities." The old man said with a smile.
"Grandpa, I don't quite understand." Ye Qingchen shook his head.
"If he is allowed to return to the Chen family like this, he will be covered in dust. Even if he has ability, he will not be recognized by those in the family. It is very likely that his talent will be obscured." The old man said.
"Grandpa, I understand. What you mean is to let him make a name for himself in the capital. When the time comes, no one will dare to say anything when he returns to the Ye family?"
Ye Qingchen is not a stupid person, and his mind will brighten up once Mr. Ye touches him.
"That's right, Qingchen. I have been paying attention to this child since I learned about his existence a few months ago. He has good abilities. The Ye family may be counting on him in the future." Old Mrs. Ye sighed.
"Grandpa..." Ye Qingchen was surprised. He did not expect that the old man would speak so highly of his son. What the old man said was tantamount to saying that he would hand over the future of the Ye family to Ye Haoxuan.
"Grandpa, he is still young." Ye Qingchen said.
"Although I am old, I am not confused yet. Haha, before this boy, I had always hoped to live in your eldest brother's son, Le Cheng. Although Le Cheng has good abilities, he is radical and reckless, and although his courage is
His strength is average, so from now on, the Ye family will still have to rely on your child." The old man said.
"Grandpa, I understand, now we have to test his ability." Ye Qingchen nodded, feeling much more comfortable.
Ye Haoxuan left Long Ao's villa. The place where Long Ao lived was not very prosperous. After leaving the villa community and walking a few kilometers forward, there was an antique street. When passing by the antique street, Ye Haoxuan felt a move in his heart.
I paid for the taxi and walked into the antique street.
A few months ago, I was an intern doctor. Because I broke into the director's good deeds, I was suppressed by the director and cheated on by my girlfriend. It can be said that it was one wave after another.
But by chance, he received the inheritance of his ancestor's medical and mystical skills, which made him soar to the sky. He still remembers that his first pot of gold was earned in the antique street of Qingyuan.
The prosperity of the capital is not comparable to any other place. This antique street alone is twice as big as the antique street in Qingyuan, and no matter when it comes, the business on the antique street is very hot, and there are many
Shoppers are wandering through the streets and alleys, trying to pick out a bargain from the densely packed shops and stalls.
As the saying goes, gold comes from troubled times and antiques from prosperous times. Now in the peaceful and prosperous times, antiques have gradually become the objects of appreciation and collection by some upper-class people. But now, if you want to pick out a big leak from here, I'm afraid it won't be easy.
Ye Haoxuan didn't think about picking holes. With his current wealth, he didn't need to pick holes to survive. He just had nothing to do and wanted to come here to take a look.
The sidewalks on both sides of the Antique Street are covered with street stalls. The vendors on the street stalls are shouting hard, attracting people on the street to look sideways.
Most of the things on the roadside stalls are counterfeit. Even if they are not counterfeit, the collection value is not very high, let alone picking up the missing ones. Nowadays, picking up the missing ones may be more difficult than winning a million.
Ye Haoxuan was wandering around the antique street with some aimlessness. He walked to a stall on the side and seemed to be interested in a bronze sword owned by this young man.
"Brother, just watch it. If you like it, tell me, I'll give you a loss price." The vendor said in a Beijing movie tune.
"How can I sell this sword?" Ye Haoxuan picked up a bronze sword that looked very good. The sword was less than three feet long and had a faint green light on it. It looked extremely beautiful.
But even an inexperienced person can tell at a glance that this sword is a forgery. Where can ancient swords have such good craftsmanship?
"Brother, you have a good eye. This sword is from the sword of a general during the Warring States Period. I think it looks familiar to me, and I feel a sense of intimacy. I'll give it to you for eighty-eight thousand," the vendor said with a smile.
"Eighty-eight thousand?" Ye Hao
It won't attract his attention.
Although it has aura, this sword is indeed a counterfeit, but Ye Haoxuan can't figure out the mystery for a while, but he is sure that there must be another mystery to this sword.
"Brother, I got this sword with great difficulty. If it's too expensive, why not make it cheaper, 70,000?" The vendor also knew that his price was a bit harsh, so he smiled sarcastically.
"It's just a handicraft, I'll take the eight hundred yuan and forget it." Ye Haoxuan said with a smile.
"Brother, this sword is from the Warring States Period, the Warring States Period..." the vendor exclaimed in surprise, the price was too high.
"If it doesn't work, forget it." Ye Haoxuan shook his head.
"Brother, you are too cruel. We are all running a small business. Besides, you can see the quality of this thing. It is really good. Maybe it is a big leak. I gave you 70,000 yuan today and it is a loss."
The hawker gritted his teeth and looked like he was in pain.
The vendor's words made Ye Haoxuan dumbfounded. Damn it, can you pick out a fake and leak it? But the smell on this thing is indeed extraordinary.
After thinking about it, I realized that what the vendor said was somewhat true. This was really a big leak. Just from the aura emanating from it, you could tell that it was definitely not an ordinary object.
Finally, after a lot of bargaining, the sword was sold for 50,000 yuan.
The hawker was overjoyed, and the money and goods were cleared. I really met a Kaizi today. He said that this sword is a defensive product, but it was a little old. But it dates back to the Republic of China, but the imitation is a defensive product. He is very
I got it for a few yuan, but I didn't expect it to sell for 50,000 yuan.
Just now, Ye Haoxuan was bargaining with the vendor, which attracted many people to watch. Regarding Ye Haoxuan, everyone really had nothing to say except shaking their heads. They were stunned, but they had never seen anyone so stunned. Although this sword looks good, but
The older the object, the more dingy it looks.
In the antique world, the more shiny something looks, the more likely it is to be a fake. Ye Haoxuan was fooled today.
A vendor nearby said with envy: "Lao Liu, you are so damn lucky today."
"Isn't that right? I met someone..." The hawker named Lao Liu couldn't help laughing before Ye Haoxuan walked away.
"Who are you talking about?" Ye Hao
Before leaving, he scolded the buyer, right?
"Who else could it be but you?" the hawker said proudly. Now that the money and goods are clear, he is not afraid of Ye Haoxuan's regrets. After all, he has some influence in the Antique Street area.
The hawker becomes more and more proud when he thinks that his items costing more than ten yuan can be sold at sky-high prices.
"Ahem, young man, you should leave as soon as possible. The antique world is booming. I will learn more and experience in the future."
"Yes, this thing of yours is at best an imitation from the Republic of China period and is not worth much. You are too impatient."
Some of the onlookers thought that Ye Haoxuan was not worth it. In fact, who among those who play antiques has not missed it a few times? But it is really rare to lose money like Ye Haoxuan.
"So, this thing is fake?" Ye Haoxuan sneered at the vendor.
"You can't say that. There is no such thing as authenticity in the antique world. It can only be said to be fake. Now that the money is clear, I can only say that you were wrong. You spent money today. I will teach you a lesson. Like you
I can buy a lot of these things for one thousand yuan." The vendor was so proud that he even told Ye Haoxuan that this was a fake.
I have seen arrogant people, but I have never seen anyone so arrogant. This kid must be a local leader here, otherwise he would not dare to be so blatant.
Anyway, the money and goods have been cleared now. Things in the Antique Street are not returnable or exchangeable. Given the order here, even if you call the police, it will not help.
But the hawker's character was so bad that the customer bought fake goods and he was already depressed. He also rubbed salt into the customer's wound.
"Also, you can't return this thing. Even if you call the police, it won't help." The vendor said proudly.
"You just think that what I bought is fake, aren't you afraid of ruining your reputation?" Ye Haoxuan sneered.