Chapter five hundred and seventy fourth questionable western sword
Xue Chen gave Wei Minghua a chance. The reason was simple. He didn't want to make this matter a big deal. If the matter spread, the one who would bear the brunt of the impact would not be him or Wei Minghua, but Uncle Shen.
Wei Minghua is the child of Uncle Shen's old friend, and he was also a former assassin, so he believed in him and recommended him to him. However, something happened that he made false accounts and embezzled business funds. Uncle Shen's face will definitely be lost in his heart. Angry and sad.
Uncle Shen is not young anymore, and he doesn't want to cause any more trouble to Uncle Shen.
Secondly, Wei Minghua has the ability. If Wei Minghua is kicked out, the well-developed branch will be shut down immediately. It will not be easy to find someone who can manage a branch well.
He also believed that after this time, even if he gave Wei Minghua 10,000 courages, he would never dare to do something similar again!
After leaving the branch, Xue Chen planned to visit Mr. Huo. The last time he went to visit, he left without staying because there were too many unfamiliar people.
After passing the guard and security, the car drove outside the villa where Mr. Huo lived. Xue Chen secretly said that it seemed that the timing of his arrival was not very good, because there were two luxury cars parked in front of the villa, one of which was a luxury car. The aristocratic Rolls Royce.
But now that he is here, he has to go in. Besides, when he passed the doorman, the doorman had already contacted the nanny, so Mr. Huo must have known that he was coming. When he parked the car and walked to the door, the nanny opened the door for him. Went into the living room.
There were five or six people sitting in the living room, but there was no Mr. Huo. He had seen three of them before, Mr. Huo's third apprentice Li Yitian, Mr. Huo's grandson Huo Jiajia, and a middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing who he had seen by the lotus pond. Yes, he should be Huo Lao's son.
A group of people saw Xue Chen walking in with different expressions.
"What are you doing here again?!" Huo Jiajia stood up angrily and asked loudly and unkindly.
"Jiajia!"
Before Xue Chen could express his stance, the man with a calm demeanor, who was most likely the helmsman of Shenhong Group, one of the five largest private enterprises in Yunzhou, took the lead in scolding Huo Jiajia.
"Have you ever treated a guest like this?"
Huo Jiajia's arrogance suddenly disappeared, and she muttered bitterly: "What kind of guest is he?"
Xue Chen said to Mr. Huo's son: "Excuse me, Mr. Huo. I'm here to visit Mr. Huo. I didn't know you were all here."
"You must be Xue Chen who subdued the gangster. I heard my father mention you many times, but I never had the chance to meet you. Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, my dad would definitely be hurt by the gangster." Huo Dongting stood up and walked over, extending his hand. Shake hands with Xue Chen.
"Mr. Huo?" Xue Chen took back his hand and said hesitantly.
"My dad...is ill." Huo Dongting sighed, "It's upstairs. Let me take you up. I think my dad would like to see you."
"Okay." Xue Chen followed Huo Dongting and walked upstairs, completely ignoring the resentful look behind him.
Pushing the door and walking into a bedroom on the third floor, Xue Chen saw Huo Shaolin. His face was a little pale and his expression was depressed. He was very different from the energetic and windy Huo Shaolin in his impression. He was lying on the bed covered with a quilt. There was a sling bottle on his arm, and a nurse was with him.
The moment he saw Huo Shaolin, Xue Chen frowned and glanced at the whole room again.
When Huo Shaolin saw Xue Chen coming, he leaned up and said with a slight smile: "Xue is here, come and sit."
Xue Chen walked over and sat down beside the bed.
"How are you? Have you been lazy during this time?" Huo Shaolin asked with a smile.
"When Mr. Huo gets better, I'll beat him in front of you, so you'll know if I'm lazy or not." Xue Chen replied with a smile.
Huo Shaolin looked at the white snow that could be seen everywhere outside the window, and coughed twice violently: "It's just that this time, I don't know whether my illness will be cured."
Huo Dongting stood by the bed and said worriedly: "Dad, of course your illness will be cured."
"I know my own physical condition very well, and didn't the hospital not check out the specific condition? It just said that the body was weak and there were signs of infection in the internal organs." Huo Shaolin sighed, "I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid
Old Jingtou laughed at me for not surviving him."
Huo Dongting looked a little sad.
At some point, the people from the Huo family in the living room downstairs also came upstairs and gathered around the bed.
"Grandpa, don't say such things, you will definitely get better." Huo Jiajia said sadly.
"Yes, Master, you have always been in good health. It's just some minor problems that will definitely get better." Li Yitian followed.
At this time, Xue Chen walked to a wall of the room without anyone noticing, reached out and took off a Western sword hanging on the wall as a decoration.
This Western sword is very exquisite in style. The blade is slender, and the hilt made of gold is engraved with unknown floral patterns. It is also inlaid with two sapphires one behind the other. If the entire sword's surface had not been corroded by sea water,
The traces will only become more beautiful.
"Fetched from the sea?"
Xue Chen had come into contact with some salvaged cultural relics, so he could tell that this sword was fished out of the sea.
From Yutong’s feedback, we also clearly understood that this is a sword from the 17th century, with a history of more than 300 years, and it was the best craftsmanship at that time, the most advanced and very valuable sword.
But, why is there... on this sword?
The Huo family members gathered around the bed to protect Mr. Huo, and naturally noticed Xue Chen who ran to the wall to admire the Western sword. Li Yitian immediately got angry and shouted loudly: "Xue Chen, what are you doing!"
Huo Shaolin also looked at Xue Chen and was slightly surprised when he saw Xue Chen walking away from the bed to admire a decorative Western sword placed in the room.
"I'm looking at this Western sword." Xue Chen took the sword, turned around and glanced at Li Yitian and said.
"Ha, I know you are in the antique business. Why, have you fallen in love with this sword?" Li Yitian's tone did not hide the sarcasm at all.
Xue Chen didn't pay attention to Li Yitian at all. In his eyes, Li Yitian was no different from a clown. He thought about it and said to Mr. Huo and Huo Dongting directly: "There is something wrong with this sword. It is best not to put it in the room."
"What did you say? There's something wrong with this sword?" Huo Dongting was confused, "If it's not in the room, where should it be placed? Also, what's wrong with it?"
"It's harmful to the human body. Huo Lao got sick because of this sword. Of course, it should be placed somewhere where no one is. Another way is for me to take it back and try..." Xue Chen was stopped by Li Yitian before he could finish his words.
It was interrupted.
"Haha, the fox's tail is exposed? You take it back? As expected of someone who runs an antique shop, he has good eyesight. He saw the value of this Western sword. I was too embarrassed to ask for it directly, so I found such a ridiculous excuse. I
What does the master's illness have to do with a sword? It's ridiculous!" Li Yitian snorted heavily with a cold face.
For a moment, the eyes of several Huo family members present changed a bit.
Huo Dongting remained silent.
Huo Shaolin twitched his eyebrows and asked, "Xue Chen, do you think my illness is related to this sword?"
"Exactly." Xue Chen was sure of this, because in his eyes, from time to time, a black and reddish mist would appear on this Western sword fished out from the sea hundreds of years ago.
"This..." Huo Shaolin was a little confused.
Huo Dongting hesitated and said: "I probably understand what you are saying, Mr. Xue. Do you think this sword is the source of my father's illness? I have read similar articles before, saying that it is possible that it was something hundreds of years ago salvaged from a sunken ship at the bottom of the sea.
It carries some bacteria and infects those who come into contact with it.”
Xue Chen didn't know if it was bacteria or not, but Yutong would not deceive him. The problems on this sword were somewhat similar to what happened to Han Shiying, but they were certainly different. In short, this seemingly exquisite and precious seventeenth-century Western sword
Big problem!
"Mr. Xue, how did you deduce it?" Huo Dongting did not immediately suspect that Xue Chen was greedy for the sword like others. This was the judgment that a group chairman should have.
"This question... it's not convenient for me to answer, but what I said is the truth. There is something wrong with this sword. As long as people touch it for a long time, they will definitely get sick. Since Mr. Huo hangs here, I think Mr. Huo should like this sword very much.
, I can try to solve the problem with this sword and hang it back up again." Xue Chen looked at Huo Shaolin.
Huo Dongting thought to himself, he would rather believe it or not. Could it be that Xue Chen really made up the lie just to keep the sword for himself? He didn't feel like it. As far as he knew, Xue Chen opened three antique shops, and
In other industries, the value is not low, so they will not do this.
In addition, he is also paying attention to current affairs, and he accidentally saw the big search and rescue that was rumored in Haicheng City some time ago, and saw the photo of Xue Chen shirtless saving a child, so he had a good impression of Xue Chen.
What's more, he glanced at this year's list of the top ten outstanding young people in Yunzhou Province this morning, and Xue Chen's name was among them...
More importantly, if Xue Chen really wanted to get this Western sword, it would be good to at least be able to see Xue Chen clearly earlier.
Just when Huo Dongting was about to agree to Xue Chen, Li Yitian jumped out again, squinted his eyes and said coldly: "Nonsense! Even if this sword has bacteria from hundreds of years ago, how can you see it? You know you are worried
What's your idea? Since you said this sword is the source of my master's illness, then that's good. I'll take this sword away and carry it with me every day. I want to see if I will get sick because of this sword.
Down! Hum!"
Seeing that Li Yitian wanted to experiment on himself, Xue Chen said nothing.
"If I'm fine, it means you're lying and have other plans and bad intentions!" Li Yitian revealed his plan.
Huo Dongting also had some understanding of some of the grievances between Li Yitian and Xue Chen. His impression of his father's third apprentice had always been mediocre, and he was not close to him. Now that he saw Li Yitian, he wanted to use himself as an experiment to prove what Xue Chen said.
True or not, my mind couldn't help but feel that this was a good opportunity.
If the experiment proves that what Xue Chen said is true, then it means that this young man Xue Chen is not simple. He has very powerful abilities and is worthy of close friendship. If it were another situation, there would be no loss. (To be continued)