After finally meeting a guy who might be a wealthy man, why didn't the stall owner take advantage of the opportunity and said: "This is an antique porcelain left over from the Ming Dynasty. It's a pity that you broke a leg like this."
As he spoke, he looked at the ceramic dog carefully, as if that was really the case.
"Hurry up and pay as much as you want." Young Master Tang watched the old guy start to perform, and felt a little disgusted. If you continue to praise me, it's probably not enough to sell me. When did I encounter this? When did I pay for money?
Too sad?
"Twenty thousand," the stall owner said seriously.
"How much?" Young Master Tang thought he heard wrongly.
"Twenty thousand yuan is really not expensive for a porcelain dog left over from the Ming Dynasty that can hold a house." The stall owner explained.
20,000 is not expensive. You are so expensive. It is difficult to get 2,000 even if you spend all your money. Why don’t you pay 20,000?
"Are you cheating me? Such a piece of shit is worth 20,000 yuan? Why don't you go and grab it?" Young Master Tang took advantage of his superiority and looked down at the stall owner, spitting stars everywhere.
The stall owner looked at Mr. Tang getting angry, with a frightened look on his face, and argued forcefully: "This is from the Ming Dynasty. It's an antique. Do you know that? Besides, robbery is illegal, and I'm not stupid."
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Damn it, Young Master Tang was amused by the stall owner and said, "Do you think I'm stupid?" Wucuo Novel Network does not skip words.
The stall owner looked at Young Master Tang seriously and said, "Well, you're not stupid."
Damn it, what can Young Master Tang say when meeting such a top-notch person? He casually took out two small red fishes and threw them on the ground and said: "It's just two hundred, do you want it if you love me? If you dare to ask me for twenty thousand, I'll give it to you."
All your belongings were smashed."
The other day, I thought I met a rich fat sheep, but I didn't expect that he was a hob-meat guy. He was also a miser, so he actually gave me two hundred yuan, but the ceramic dog only cost me thirty yuan.
I still made money.
When I saw the stall owner picking up two small red fishes on the ground, he turned around and left with a smile on his face.
The stall owner from behind shouted: "Do you still want your dog?"
Young Master Tang stepped back, reached out to take the ceramic dog that was missing one leg, then patted the stall owner on the shoulder and said, "You must be righteous."
After wandering around for a day, Young Master Tang opened the door of his house. The house that was originally more than 200 square meters became less than 40 square meters. The kitchen was squeezed together with the living room, which made the Tang family who were used to living in big houses very uncomfortable.
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"Brother, you are back, how are you finding a job?" A beautiful little lolita who was thirteen or fourteen years old saw Tang Fei coming back and jumping in front of Tang Fei, and kept shaking the hand that was protecting Tang Fei. This is Tang Fei.
The elder sister Tang Xiaoxiao.
Young Master Tang, who was originally very angry, couldn't bear to be upset when he saw his sister looking happy, so he made up a lie and said: "Well, your brother, who am I? Can you still find it difficult for me to find a job?"
"Mom, Mom, my brother has found a job." After receiving the good news, Tang Xiaoxiao naturally wanted to share it with her mother.
"Hey, what are you holding in your hand?" Tang Xiaoxiao asked, pointing to the thing in Young Master Tang's hand.
"Nothing, just a ceramic dog." Tang Dashao said.
"Now that we don't have much money at home, we shouldn't buy random things." Tang Xiaoxiao said.
Young Master Tang chuckled and said nothing.
"Well, look at your ups and downs all day long. A girl will act like a girl. Why are you so hurried and flustered all day long?" Mother Tang scolded her with a serious face.
Young Master Tang's mother is Ye Ling, a standard housewife. It is said that Tang's mother and father Tang Long met in the army and got together smoothly.
But the strange thing about Tang Long is that he has never seen his mother's relatives, that is, his grandfather, grandmother, uncles, etc. He also asked about it when he was a child. His mother didn't answer and just shed tears. The sensible Tang Long has been natural since then.
I never asked.
"Okay, Mom, don't talk about her anymore. You've been talking about her for more than ten years, isn't it still like this?" Young Master Tang shook his head.
"It's really like you two brothers have nothing to do. What kind of jobs have you found?" Tang's mother complained.
Young Master Tang casually lied to his sister about where she had found a job, but when Mother Tang asked, she had to answer. When she glanced at the ceramic dog in her hand, she suddenly had an idea and said casually: "In an antique shop in Laoqianmen
I found a job as an apprentice here."
Laoqianmen is very famous in Haishi. It is the largest antique trading market in Haishi and even in several nearby cities. The three streets are filled with antique shops and antique-related jewelry stores.
"Well, now that you have found a job, you should do it well. In the past, our family had money, so it didn't matter. Now that your dad's business has failed, you have to help your dad afford the family, because you are a man and your sister is still young.
." Mother Tang whispered.
Young Master Tang's nose was a little sore, he held back the tears in the corners of his eyes, and whispered: "I know, don't worry, Mom, I will let you live the life you had before, and it will even be better than before. I believe in your son."
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At this time, the door creaked open, and a sturdy middle-aged man walked in. It was Young Master Tang's father, Tang Long.
The man who had always been upright in the eyes of Young Master Tang was also feeling exhausted today.
"You're back, it's time for dinner," Tang's mother said.
Dad Tang Long just said favor.
After eating, his parents entered the room. Young Master Tang took the initiative to clear the table and asked the younger sister to go to bed early because she had to go to school tomorrow.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Young Master Tang lay on the small sofa and played with the ceramic dog in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking. The small sofa in the living room is Young Master Tang's current bedroom.
In a small room of less than 40 square meters, can we still expect to divide it into three bedrooms and one living room?
After buying this ceramic dog, Mr. Tang hasn't appreciated it yet. After all, he got it in exchange for two pieces of Mao Zedong, so he should appreciate it.
At this time, there was a sound from the door of my parents' room.
"Still haven't received the loan yet?" Wucuo Novel Network's mother asked.
"Well, I've asked all the banks I'm familiar with. Who doesn't know our current situation and who is willing to lend us money?" Dad said with a wry smile.
"Where are some of my business friends?" Mother continued.
"Hmph, friends, can those people be considered friends? What Li Bin said is right, 'Businessmen just hurt people and hurt others.' Those guys knew something was wrong with me, and they ran faster than rabbits." Tang
Long snorted coldly, feeling deeply tired.
"How about... I go find them?" Mother said cautiously.
"They? No." My father said firmly.
"Alas." Mother sighed.
"Them?" Young Master Tang outside the door frowned. Who are they? But then his parents fell silent and did not speak.
Young Master Tang was too lazy to eavesdrop anymore, and concentrated on playing with his ceramic dog. The ceramic dog was standing, and one of its four legs was killed by Young Master Tang's kick, making it disabled.
The whole body is pitch black without a trace of hair. If this is a real dog, it will grow up to be even more ferocious than a Tibetan Mastiff.
I turned the puppy upside down to see where the leg was broken. I couldn't help but chuckle. Damn it, it's still a male dog. Isn't it? There's a fifth leg sandwiched between the two hind legs.
After tapping his belly and making a clanging sound, Mr. Tang judged that the inside should also be hollow. The strange thing was that the weight of the puppy was not light. Looking inside the dog's mouth, there was a golden flash. Could it be that there was something inside?
What's there?
Curious, Mr. Tang put his finger into the dog's mouth and started to dig around. There seemed to be something inside. His face showed joy, and he inserted his finger deeper, but it seemed that something had been hooked but he could not pull it out.
come out.
Suddenly, his finger felt like it had been stung by a bee, followed by a heartbreaking pain. Young Master Tang couldn't help but let out a scream and withdrew his finger.
Then he froze with his mouth open. Although there was no wound on his finger, the color of his index finger turned into a gold-like color, exuding a mysterious aura, while the little golden thing in the ceramic dog's mouth disappeared.
"Xiao Fei, what's wrong with you?" came the mother's concerned voice, then she opened the door and walked out.
Young Master Tang protected his fingers and said quickly: "Well, it's nothing, it's okay, I just kowtowed."
Mother frowned and looked at Young Master Tang to make sure he was fine, then muttered: "You are such an old man and you still don't know how to take care of yourself, ugh!"
Young Master Tang watched with a cold sweat on his face as his mother walked into the door and opened her protective hand. The index finger on her right hand had changed from gold to gold, then slowly faded, and finally disappeared, and the finger returned to its original shape.
However, Young Master Tang felt that his index finger had undergone strange changes. It was not visible on the surface, but a thin golden line was exposed in the index finger, and there was a hazy gray-white mist around the thin line.
What's going on here? It's just taking something out of a dog's mouth, but why does the index finger mutate inexplicably?
After studying with my fingers for a long time, I couldn't come up with any results. I picked up the remote control and was about to turn on the TV. At this time, a strange sound sounded. At the same time, the gray mist in my index finger decreased a little.
"TV remote control, brand: TCL Ace, produced by Foxconn OEM factory on July 9, 1998, average quality."
Damn, what's going on? Who's talking? Looking left and right, I saw that I was the only one left in the whole living room. I looked at the remote control in my hand. It was marked with three big English letters "tcl" and a label on the back.
The production date is written on it, July 9, 1998...but only Foxconn knows whether it was produced by Foxconn's OEM factory.
Young Master Tang was a little confused. His fingers mutated and he made inexplicable sounds. Could it be that the house was haunted?
Young Master Tang slapped the sofa hard, and the strange sound appeared again.
"Seat sofa, no brand, inferior quality sofa produced in Yiwu City, Zhejiang Province, China on September 20, 1999."