Cao Weidong followed Uncle Ma and walked towards the backyard of the courtyard.
He was looking left and right all the way.
My love for this place became even stronger.
He likes it here so much.
You must buy this courtyard house!
Cao Weidong said to himself silently.
Uncle Ma walked in front and kept talking.
Cao Weidong listened and got to know the owner of the house better.
Wang He's ancestors had royal family members, and he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Because he had a special preference for movies, he went abroad to study when he was young, focusing on this knowledge.
After graduation, Wang He chose to return to the country to serve the motherland.
In his early years, he worked in a projection factory, and later moved to Beijing Film Academy as a professor, where he worked for more than ten years.
During the storm, Wang He was naturally implicated because of his identity and background.
Fortunately, someone protected him and he got through the most difficult period safely.
After the storm, everything returned to calm, and the stolen ancestral property—the courtyard house—was returned to him with the approval of the organization.
Seeing that everything was going well, he didn't expect that his lover, who had been dependent on him for decades, fell ill at this time, and his symptoms were so special that the local hospital was helpless.
Because he knew that the United States had advanced medical technology, and his son, who had studied in the United States in his early years, called him many times to persuade him, Wang He came up with the idea of moving to the United States to settle down.
Cao Weidong asked curiously.
"Uncle Ma, how come you know so much about Mr. Wang?"
Uncle Ma sighed with emotion.
"We have been good friends for many years, and I know more or less about his affairs."
Cao Weidong asked seriously.
"Uncle Ma, do you have any hidden identity?"
Uncle Ma was startled.
"What kind of hidden identity can I have? I'm just a bad old man."
Cao Weidong joked.
"The ancients said that there are no white people who come and go. Your friends are all professors at Beiying. You must have some identity, right?"
Uncle Ma's face turned dark.
He felt that Cao Weidong was making fun of him, but he had no evidence.
Take Cao Weidong to the backyard.
There are many people here.
Uncle Ma gave him guidance.
"Did you see the man in the black shirt? He is Wang He."
Cao Weidong looked in the direction of Uncle Ma's finger, and immediately saw an old man wearing a black shirt, a kind face, and a rather bookish attitude. He was chatting with a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
The two were talking and laughing, and seemed to be quite familiar with each other.
Cao Weidong nodded, indicating that he saw it.
Uncle Ma led Cao Weidong over, first said hello to Wang He, and then introduced him.
"Old Wang, this is the Xiao Cao I told you. He is a man who is not short of money. You must not be polite to him."
Cao Weidong's eyelids twitched.
"Uncle Ma, how can you introduce someone like this? You are taking revenge on me."
Uncle Ma snorted arrogantly.
Wang He took the initiative to shake hands with Cao Weidong.
"Mr. Cao, nice to meet you."
Cao Weidong also said with a smile.
"Hello, Mr. Wang, my name is Cao..."
clang!
clang!
clang!
At this moment, the alarm clock hanging on the wall rang.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled.
"Mr. Wang, the bidding will start soon. I'll go to the guest room and wait."
"After the bidding is introduced, I will talk to you about my father's current situation and his opinions on some places in the book."
Wang He said enthusiastically.
"Okay, Xiao Cao, you go over first and we'll talk after the bidding."
As he spoke, he sounded a little sad and said in an apologetic voice.
"Actually, I'm very satisfied with the price you just mentioned. Even though the bidding has been announced in advance, I can't suspend it."
The gold-rimmed glasses expressed understanding and then spoke gently.
"It's okay to participate in the auction. You can sell more of this house so that you can treat your aunt."
Wang He had a grateful look on his face.
Watching the gold-rimmed glasses go away, he turned to look at Cao Weidong, but his tone was a little cold.
"Mr. Cao, I heard Lao Ma mention you. The bidding will start soon. Let's talk about it later."
Uncle Ma was a little unhappy.
"Old Wang, what was your attitude just now? You were too..."
He wanted to say to watch someone place the dishes, but Cao Weidong stopped him.
"Okay, Mr. Wang, let's participate in the bidding first."
Cao Weidong responded, pulled Uncle Ma, and followed Wang He out of the backyard and went straight to the guest room where the auction was held.
The room was very spacious. A small platform was set up against the inner wall and there were many stools around it. At this time, many people were already sitting on the stools, waiting for the bidding to begin.
Cao Weidong also took Uncle Ma and Xu Aiguo to find an empty stool and sit down.
He looked up accidentally.
I found gold-rimmed glasses sitting in the middle of the first row.
Cao Weidong frowned subconsciously.
"Uncle Ma, do you know the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses?"
Uncle Ma shook his head.
"I don't know him, he must be Lao Wang's friend in the college."
At this time, Mr. Wang He and Wang walked up to the stage and briefly introduced the situation of the houses in the courtyard and the bidding rules.
The rules are simple.
The base price is US$15,000, and each time the price is increased by US$1,000, the higher bidder will win.
After telling this information, Mr. Wang He said in an excited voice:
"Everyone, before bidding, I would like to solemnly introduce to you a friend I just met. He is Mr. Cao Zhongsheng, the son of Mr. Cao Weidong."
Xu Aiguo blinked and said in confusion
"Boss, when did you have a son and he is so old?"
Cao Weidong rolled his eyes.
"How could he be my son? You don't have to think about it. Our country is so big, it's very likely that he has the same name."
In a certain period of time, there are so many names such as Red Star, Weidong, Dongfang, Hongqi, and Red Army, that there can even be more than ten people with the same name in a village. It is normal to encounter the same name here.
"Cao Zhongsheng...Mr. Cao Weidong..."
There was a slight discussion in the audience.
After a while, an old man with the same white beard and hair, but a bit fat, said in the audience.
"Old Wang, who is Mr. Cao Weidong you are talking about?"
This is a colleague from the school. He is also a professor at Beijing Film Academy. This time he just came here to join in the fun.
Wang He said with a smile.
"That's right, it's the one you mentioned."
The man suddenly stood up from his seat, looked at Cao Zhongsheng, and asked excitedly.
"Holy crap, are you really Mr. Cao Weidong's son? I often read his books, that one [Overview of the Film Industry]. It's so well written that it almost describes the ideal country in my mind."
"Little guy, where is your father? Has he come here?"
Cao Zhongsheng also stood up and said politely: "My father is old and is recuperating in Hong Kong City. I came here this time because I actually want to buy a property for my father so that he can come to Sijiu City to retire in the future."