Zhou Shiqi's expression was extremely solemn. A while ago, he spent a bunch of old Dzi bead bracelets worn by monks with three rings for more than ten years, and then helped Mr. Wang get rid of the dark purple mist behind his back.
Except for the temporary solution to the tuft of jet-black hair, Zhou Shiqi felt from the bottom of his heart that Mr. Wang should be able to live a comfortable life.
Unexpectedly, not long after this, under the influence of the weird hair, the purple mist showed signs of resurgence.
Zhou Shiqi was sure and certain that there was nothing strange about Mr. Wang when he had breakfast this morning.
All of this happened after he got the phone call and went out.
As for Mr. Wang who went out happily and came back with a beautifully packaged paper bag as if he had picked up a big deal, Zhou Shiqi knew with his dog paws that everything was caused by the contents of the paper bag.
The titanium alloy dog eye penetrates directly through the paper bag, and inside is a small wooden box with exquisite carvings.
In the wooden box, there is an exquisite and clear blood-colored jade pendant. The whole jade pendant is in the shape of a tiger's head.
With the insight of titanium alloy dog eyes, Zhou Shiqi can see through all appearances.
Zhou Shiqi's eyes darkened slightly, this tiger head jade pendant... was weird!
The material of the tiger-head jade pendant should be a piece of mutton-fat white jade, but at this time, blood seemed to be flowing on the surface of the entire jade pendant, which was bloody and dyed the entire tiger-head jade pendant into a strange blood color.
It looks very ominous!
From a distance, Zhou Shiqi's nose seemed to smell a nauseating smell of blood.
But on the tiger head jade pendant, Zhou Shiqi didn't find the purple mist like the one behind Mr. Wang.
But looking at the traces of life-like blood on the tiger head jade pendant, Zhou Shiqi knew that the matter was definitely not that simple. Even if the tiger head jade pendant was not acting as a monster, it had something to do with its origin.
Zhou Shiqi opened his mouth, wanting to explain the stakes here to Mr. Wang directly.
This is not only for the sake of Mr. Wang's personal safety, but also for the safety of the entire family.
After all, the tiger head jade pendant that Mr. Wang brought back was really weirdly tight, and no one knew what trouble might happen.
However, after taking a look at the other three people in the room, Zhou Shiqi could only sigh helplessly.
It doesn't matter to the little brat Wang Xiao, the key is Wang Ke'er and Mrs. Wang, both of them now only regard themselves as ordinary huskies.
If he spoke out of the blue, he would probably scare them both out of his wits.
Zhou Shiqi could only wink wildly at Mr. Wang from the side, hoping that he would understand what he meant.
It's a pity that Mr. Wang seemed to be too happy today and never took a look at Zhou Shiqi.
After finally waiting for Mr. Wang to turn his eyes, Zhou Shiqi grinned at him.
Mr. Wang looked stunned, then said with a smile for a long time: "Wang Dazhuang, grandpa is happy today, can I give you some extra food later?"
After saying that, he ignored Zhou Shiqi again.
Zhou Shiqi felt a little tired. Mr. Wang was usually a very observant person, but now he was carried away by excitement.
It seems that when you encounter something you really like, everyone will do this, and no one is immune to it.
While having lunch, Zhou Shiqi looked at the two roast chickens in front of him, chewing them one after another.
It's not that this thing doesn't suit Zhou Shiqi's taste. Not to mention, the roasted chicken has crispy skin and tender and juicy meat, and it tastes really good.
However, Zhou Shiqi was now focusing all his attention on the tiger head jade pendant and the purple mist behind Mr. Wang. Even if the delicious food was in front of him, it would still taste like nothing.
In the end, Zhou Shiqi unknowingly ate all the two roast chickens in front of him. He even chewed up the chicken bones and swallowed them.
At the dinner table on the other side, Wang Keer asked curiously: "Grandpa, after you answered the phone this morning, you rushed out in a hurry. Where did you go?"
"Also, what's in that paper bag?"
As he said this, Wang Keer pointed to the paper bag placed on the coffee table by Mr. Wang.
Just when Mr. Wang was about to speak, Mrs. Wang said angrily: "Where else can he go?"
“We must be going to the antique market again!”
"I like to decorate those antique calligraphy and paintings all day long."
"I can guarantee that there must be something like this in that paper bag!"
Mr. Wang's face turned dark and he said in a dull voice: "I call this collecting antiques. This is to promote the traditional national culture."
Mrs. Wang pouted and curled her lips and said, "I've never heard of anyone who specializes in collecting fakes."
"Don't think that I don't know anything. I know very well that there are only a few genuine items in that room of treasures in your study."
Mr. Wang's face changed drastically, he blushed and said with a thick neck: "You don't understand antiques, how could you possibly know?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Old Mrs. Wang chuckled, "I don't understand antiques, but I know that your bucket of water is not full and half a bucket of water is sloshing around. I really thought I heard someone tell me some knowledge about appreciating antiques.
, after reading a few appreciation guides, do you really think you are an expert?"
"Don't you know how much you are capable of?"
As she said that, Mrs. Wang scolded her again: "You, a rough guy who has spent your whole life wielding swords and guns, really think that by raising fish, growing flowers, and collecting antiques, you consider yourself a cultural person?"
Mr. Wang opened his mouth, somewhat speechless.
Wang Keer and Wang Xiao were holding back their laughter.
After pondering for a moment, Mr. Wang picked up the paper bag from the coffee table, took out a small wooden box with exquisite carvings, and said proudly: "I tell you, this thing today is absolutely authentic."
"I spent 50,000 yuan to buy this..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Wang's face turned dark on the spot, and she roared: "What? Fifty thousand yuan? Are you crazy?"
"You prodigal old man, are you going to use up all your pension?"
"Hand over your salary card to me. From now on, you will receive a monthly allowance of 1,000 yuan. If you are short of money, ask me again!"
Hearing this, Mr. Wang was about to have a fit, but he was glared at by Mrs. Wang fiercely, and was instantly frightened.
Rolling his eyes, Mr. Wang suddenly said in a sly tone: "Wait a minute, how about we make a bet?"
"If the things in my wooden box are genuine, you can't confiscate my salary card in the future, let alone restrict my collection of antiques."
After thinking for a while, Mrs. Wang said calmly: "Okay, but what if this thing is fake?"
"snort!"
Mr. Wang looked away very arrogantly: "If it is a fake, it will be whatever you say, I will never complain!"
As he spoke, Mr. Wang added another sentence: "Ke'er and Wang Xiao, you bear witness!"