Chapter 069 Hu Meili with a sinister expression
Shi Yue checked again.
Yes, the smell is right, it is the smell of real agarwood; the touch is also the cool and oily feeling of real agarwood; the color is also the same as real agarwood, oily black.
After all, Shi Yue was born into a wealthy family and had come into contact with real agarwood bracelets. He was sure that the bracelet in front of him was made of real agarwood.
Although judging from the pattern and smell, it should not be a particularly precious species, but it is agarwood after all, so the price should not be too low. Shi Yue estimated that this bracelet would sell for at least a few thousand yuan based on the current market price.
And his daughter got it for only three dollars.
Shi Yue glanced at Shi Qiu Shui, who was chatting with Zhao Ran without realizing the problem, and thought to himself that his daughter had pretty good fortune.
Shi Qiushui's eyelashes trembled, and noticing Shi Yue's fixed gaze, she looked up and asked, bewildered, "Dad, what's wrong?"
Shi Yue: "It's okay."
He paused and said, "I want to see the other two bracelets, the ones you want to give to your Grandpa Zhao and Uncle Zhao."
"The bracelets given to Grandpa Zhao and the others are the same as the ones given to you." Shi Qiu Shui muttered, but still took out the other two bracelets and handed them to Shi Yue.
Shi Yue took them and examined them. These two bracelets were different from his own.
As soon as he got these two bracelets, he knew they were fake. Although the patterns and colors were similar, the weight and touch were completely different. What's more, these two bracelets did not have the special fragrance that agarwood should have.
Knowing that these two bracelets were fake, Shi Yue felt relieved.
If Shi Qiu Shui had bought genuine agarwood bracelets, he would have started to suspect whether this was a conspiracy.
Now that he knew these two were not real agarwood bracelets, he felt relieved.
This shouldn't be a conspiracy. Maybe the technology of imitating agarwood bracelets is too good. The good stall owner himself can't tell the difference between real agarwood bracelets and fake ones, so he accidentally picked up a bargain.
Shi Yue's mouth curled up. Although he thought the stall owner had made a mistake and accidentally sold him a real agarwood bracelet, he was not kind enough to return the item.
This is the nature of the antique business. Once you've bought something, it's a sure thing. Regardless of whether the vendor made a mistake or not, once his daughter bought it, it's hers. For her to have found such a bargain, she's lucky.
As for the yellow-haired guy who made a mistake and sold the real thing, Shi Yue could only say that he was unlucky. When he was selling things, he didn't even know whether they were real or fake. When he encountered such a thing, he could only blame himself for his bad luck.
Shi Yue didn't feel sorry for the little yellow-haired boy at all.
However, what he didn't know was that just as he and Shi Qiu Shui got on the bus leaving Panjiayuan, an old man in a Zhongshan suit came to Xiao Huangmao's stall.
The old man angrily grabbed the little yellow-haired boy and said, "Huang Erhu, why can't I find the agarwood bracelet I just put on yesterday? Did you take it away?"
Huang Erhu was startled when he saw the person coming, and said with a guilty conscience: "No, no, Grandpa, what kind of agarwood bracelet are you talking about? I don't know, I've never seen one before."
The old man said, "You're talking nonsense! My bracelet is in the tool shed. You're the only one who's been in and out of the tool shed these past two days. How could you not have seen it?"
Huang Erhu stammered, "Ah, really? Then, then, then maybe I saw it."
The old man said: "Stop talking nonsense, take out my bracelet quickly. I polished it myself. It is made of genuine Hainan agarwood, which is different from these fake things. Give it to me quickly."
"What?" Huang Erhu asked in shock, "Is it made of real agarwood?"
Old man: "Nonsense, of course it's true."
"It's over!" Huang Erhu felt his eyes go dark. He never expected that the bracelet in his grandfather's tool room was actually made of real agarwood. He thought it was also a replica made by his grandfather, so he sold it together with other replicas.
He couldn't tell at the moment whether the bracelet made of real agarwood had been sold.
The old man knew something was wrong when he saw Huang Erhu's expression. He quickly asked, "What's going on? What did you do, you little bastard? Did you lose my bracelet?"
Huang Erhu forced a smile with difficulty, looked at his grandfather ingratiatingly, and said cautiously: "Well, Grandpa, I want to tell you something, please don't be angry."
The old man snorted coldly: "Go ahead."
Huang Erhu: "It's your bracelet, right? I don't know where it is now. Maybe it's still at my stall, or maybe it's already..." He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, "Maybe I've already sold it."
"What?! You sold it?"
The old man glared at Huang Erhu and said in a bad tone, "You little bastard, you're not going to sell my bracelet with these fake things, are you?"
Huang Erhu shrank and nodded.
The old man raised his hand and was about to hit his grandson.
"You little bastard, if you had paid attention when I was teaching you, you wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between an agarwood bracelet and other bracelets!"
The old man was angry about losing an agarwood bracelet, but he was even more angry that his grandson, who was so old, could not tell the difference between an agarwood bracelet and other bracelets.
He chased Huang Erhu and beat him, saying as he beat him: "When you go out in the future, don't tell others that you are my grandson, Huang Tingzhu. I'm ashamed! I, Huang Tingzhu, have been in this business for so many years, and I've never seen a fool like you..."
Huang Erhu and his grandson made quite a commotion. All the stall owners and customers picking things around here looked over. When they heard the whole story, they also laughed.
Who is Huang Tingzhu? He is a famous expert in their area. It is really surprising that such a great man has such a useless grandson who even sells agarwood as ordinary wood.
Because this incident was so sad, Huang Erhu became famous in the Panjiayuan Market. Whenever the stall owners in this area had disobedient children, they would always bring up the incident of Huang Erhu selling bracelets. However, Shi Qiu Shui, who bought the bracelets, successfully stayed out of the spotlight.
So much so that one day, when Shi Qiu Shui came here with Shi Yue again and heard about this incident, it took him a while to remember that it was her who bought the bracelet.
But that’s another story.
Back to the present, Shi Yue took the two children back to the slum. After Shi Yue returned home, Shi Qiu Shui skipped to the backyard to give gifts to the Zhao family.
When she arrived at the Zhao family, Shi Qiu Shui did not take credit for the purchase. She honestly told the Zhao family that the gifts were bought by her and Zhao Ran together, and her father also contributed to it.
Everyone in the Zhao family except Zhao Hui was surprised. Zhao Hui knew that the child had gone to Panjiayuan in the evening, but in order to keep the surprise, he only told the Zhao family that Shi Yue took Zhao Ran out for something, but did not say what it was. So the Zhao family only then knew that Zhao Ran came back late because he went out to buy gifts for them.
Aunt Lu wiped her hands carefully before taking the bracelet with a look of cherishment.
After receiving the bracelet, she said exaggeratedly: "Oh, this bracelet is so beautiful. I am sixty years old and this is the first time I have seen such a beautiful bracelet. Grandson, you and Xiaoqiu have such good taste!"
Zhao Ran's mother, Ms. Xie, also changed her usual serious look and said with a smile: "Thank you Ranran and Xiaoqiu, the bracelets you picked are very beautiful, I like them very much, and I will wear them every day from now on."
Of course, the one who performed the most exaggerated was Old Zhao. He was so moved that his eyes turned red, as if tears were about to flow out in the next second.
"Grandson, your grandfather's love for you is truly worth it. The first money you earned at such a young age was spent on gifts for your family. This is much better than your father's. When your father got his first salary in his twenties, he never even mentioned buying anything for us old couple."
Zhao Hui: ???
What happened to his dad?
Just praise his grandson, why are you dragging him down?
After praising Zhao Ran with tears in his eyes, Old Zhao turned around and looked at Shi Qiushui lovingly, saying, "Our Xiaoqiu is also a good child. It was Xiaoqiu who set up the stall, and she was willing to split the profits with our Zhao Ran 50-50. She even thought of our family when buying gifts. Xiaoqiu is really a good child."
Shi Qiu Shui blushed a little embarrassedly.
She waved her hands and said, "No..."
Old Zhao: "Hey, Xiaoqiu, don't be so modest, you..."
Shi Qiushui was too embarrassed to listen any longer, so he decisively said goodbye: "Well, Grandpa Zhao, my dad is waiting for me at home for dinner, I'll go back first."
After she finished speaking, she ran away. Old Zhao looked at her leaving figure and muttered, "Didn't Xiaoshi just come back? He prepared the meal so quickly. Is he waiting for Xiaoqiu to come back and eat?"
Aunt Lu rolled her eyes at him and said, "You old man, you have no sense at all. Xiaoqiu was embarrassed by your praise, so she left."
Old Zhao said: "Well, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Xiaoqiu is such a good kid. Sometimes I get so jealous of her."
He glared at Zhao Hui beside him and said, "It's all your fault, you little brat, for not living up to your expectations and not being able to give me a good granddaughter like Xiaoqiu."
Zhao Hui: ???
Why are you blaming me again?
He laughed and said, "Dad, didn't I give you an obedient grandson? Why are you still not satisfied?"
Old Zhao: "Humph, my eldest grandson is obedient because he is a good boy. What does it have to do with you?"
Zhao Hui: ...
Hey, is his old man angry today?
Why does it look like his nose is not a nose and his eyes are not eyes?
"Forget it, I won't waste my time talking to you. I'm going out to cool off for a while." Old Zhao picked up a large palm-leaf fan and walked out leisurely.
Zhao Hui: "Oh, no, Mom is almost done cooking, what are you doing out now..."
Zhao Ran pursed his lips and glanced at him helplessly. However, Ms. Xie beside him smiled and patted Zhao Hui, saying, "Dad deliberately went out with the bracelet. What do you think he could go out for? Going out to show off!"
Zhao Hui twitched his lips: "Hey, this old man."
Old Zhao strolled into the front yard. Gao Cuifen's husband, Old Zhang, happened to be chopping wood in the yard. Old Zhao came up to him and said, "Old Zhang, are you chopping wood?"
Old Zhang said "hmm" in a muffled voice, thinking that Old Zhao was bored and was just trying to find something to talk about. Anyone with eyes could see that he was chopping wood, but Old Zhao still asked a question, which was just trying to talk about something to talk about.
Old Zhang's cold attitude did not dispel Old Zhao's desire to show off. He stared at Old Zhang working and said with emotion: "Hey, Old Zhang, you are still very efficient at work, much more efficient than me. I can't chop wood as fast as you."
Old Zhang raised his eyelids and glanced at him, wondering what's wrong with this old guy? He is always so arrogant, why is he praising him today?
"Ahem." Old Zhao raised his hand. "Of course, there's a reason why I'm not working well. After all, I'm not used to carrying this thing around."
Old Zhang's eyes fell on Old Zhao's raised wrist, and he curled his lips and said, "It's just a bracelet. If you don't like it when you're working, why don't you just take it off?"
Old Zhao: "You can't pick it!"
He said, "My eldest grandson bought this for me with the first money he earned in his life. I have to wear it well."
Old Zhang understood what was going on. It turned out that the old man was talking nonsense for so long just to show off the bracelet his eldest grandson bought for him.
He glanced at Old Zhao and said with a sour tone, "It's just a bracelet. What's so great about it? It won't cost much."
Old Zhao said, "Oh, how can this be about money? It's a token of affection. Do you understand what a token of affection is? My eldest grandson worked all night and only earned 20 or 30 yuan. He was able to use most of it to buy things for the elders in our family. Can your grandson do that?"
"Why can't my grandson do the same?" Old Zhang's eyes turned red with jealousy, but he pretended not to care. "Even if my grandson hasn't made any money yet, I guarantee he'll buy things for us old couple when he does."
In fact, he was just saying this. After all, everyone knows that none of the three grandsons of the Zhang family is close to their grandparents.
Old Zhao knew this, but he didn't expose it.
He is here to show off, not to make enemies, so there is no need to hurt him.
He shook his head and said, "It's too early to wait for your grandson to make money. You should first look at this bracelet my grandson bought for me. Look how beautiful it is. This color..."
“Tsk tsk.”
Seeing Old Zhao showing off through the window, Shi Yue couldn't help but smack his lips: "Uncle Zhao is really..."
Shi Qiu Shui leaned over to take a look, then immediately looked away.
Old Zhao didn't feel embarrassed at all. He raised his hand in front of Old Zhang to let him see his bracelet, and at the same time he loudly said how good the bracelet was.
Old Zhao showed off for a long time, but Old Zhang didn't respond. Just when he felt bored and was about to go out to find someone else to show off, the Liu couple came back.
Liu: "Hey, Uncle Zhao, your bracelet is very beautiful."
Old Zhao nodded with a smile on his face: "You young people are really good at judging. I just showed it to your uncle Zhang for a long time, but he didn't even know how to appreciate it."
Liu: "Uncle Zhao, where did you buy this bracelet? I'll get one someday."
Old Zhao: "This bracelet of mine? I bought it at Panjiayuan, but it wasn't me who bought it. My eldest grandson bought it for me. Did you know that my eldest grandson made some money yesterday? As soon as he made some money, he immediately bought things for his family. This is what he bought. He not only bought it for me, but also for his grandmother..."
Liu: "How come Xiao Zhaoran is so filial?"
As soon as Liu Da praised him, Old Zhao immediately became excited: "That's right, my eldest grandson has always been filial and sensible since he was a child..."
Old Zhao boasted loudly in the yard, and the residents in the yard heard his boasting. The Shi family was okay, as Shi Yue, Shi Qiu Shui and Fu didn't feel anything about Old Zhao's boasting. But it was different for Old Yang's family next door to the Shi family.
It was the middle of summer and Old Mrs. Yang was lying in bed recuperating from her injuries. She was already very upset, and when she heard what Old Zhao said, she became even angrier.
However, her anger was not directed at Old Zhao, but at her son Yang Zhiqiang.
Old Zhao is the same age as her, but he has already received the gifts from his eldest grandson who earned money. But she doesn’t even know where her eldest grandson is!
"Mom, do you want to drink porridge or eat rice in the evening?"
Just then, Yang Zhiqiang pushed the door open, and Old Lady Yang's anger was directed at him.
Old Lady Yang: "Eat, eat, eat! You're already an adult, why do you only think about eating all day long? Can't you think about something more serious?"
Yang Zhiqiang: ???
Although he was a little puzzled, he thought that Mrs. Yang might be in a bad mood because of her injury, so he didn't take it seriously.
He smiled and said, "Mom, isn't eating the most important thing in our lives? Tell me, if we don't want to eat, what do we want?"
Old Lady Yang: "Think about when you can find a partner, when you can get married, and when you can give me a grandson."
Yang Zhiqiang had a bitter face. Why were they talking about marriage again?
He tried to change the subject: "Mom, I didn't realize that you still favor boys over girls. You just want me to give birth to your eldest grandson."
Old Lady Yang: "Don't talk nonsense to me. When did I ever favor boys over girls? I would be even happier if you could give me a granddaughter. But the problem is, how are you going to give birth yourself? You have to find a partner and get married first!"
Unable to escape the topic of urging marriage, Yang Zhiqiang had no choice but to face it.
He pretended to be innocent and said, "Mom, it's not that I don't want to find a partner or get married, it's just that I can't find the right one."
He said, "Look, I went on a blind date when you asked me to, but the girl didn't like me, did she?"
"Then you don't like the girl either, right?" Old Mrs. Yang rolled her eyes at him.
Although she said so, her attitude softened a bit.
In addition to the blind date with Pan Mingzhu, Yang Zhiqiang was taken by her to two more blind dates, but the other two times did not go well, and both times the women did not like Yang Zhiqiang.
So if we have to blame someone, it really can't be blamed on Yang Zhiqiang.
Yang Zhiqiang felt that Old Lady Yang's attitude had softened, and he immediately smiled and said, "Mom, you know you can't blame me for this, right?"
He sat down, took Old Lady Yang's hand, and said, "Mom, you don't have to worry about me getting married. I'm living quite well on my own now, aren't I?"
Old Lady Yang's attitude, which had softened, immediately became tough again after hearing these words.
She said, "No, you can't live alone. You still have to get married. It's better for two people to live together."
Yang Zhiqiang tried to persuade Old Lady Yang, but she had fixed ideas and thought that people could not live without marriage.
Yang Zhiqiang's mouth was dry, and he said helplessly: "You want me to get married, but who should I marry?"
Old Lady Yang thought for a moment and asked, "Zhiqiang, what do you think of beauty?"
Yang Zhiqiang: "Who? Hu Meili?"
Old Lady Yang: "Yes, beautiful."
She glanced at Yang Zhiqiang and said, "This morning your Aunt Gao said you two are a good match."
Old Lady Yang hadn't originally thought of bringing Yang Zhiqiang and Hu Meili together. To be honest, in her heart, Hu Meili was just like her own daughter. That morning, when Gao Cuifen told her that Hu Meili and Yang Zhiqiang were a good match, she had said they weren't suitable.
But after Gao Cuifen left, she couldn't help but start thinking about it.
In fact, her son Zhiqiang and Hu Meili are really a good match.
The most important thing is that she likes Meili, and she feels happy when she thinks that Meili will become her daughter-in-law.
So when Yang Zhiqiang asked this question, she subconsciously thought of Hu Meili.
However, Yang Zhiqiang's performance disappointed Old Lady Yang.
He shook his head violently: "No, no, I don't have any feelings for Hu Meili."
Old Lady Yang's anger immediately flared up. "Feeling, feeling, feeling again. Last time you said you had no feelings for Pan Mingzhu, and now you have no feelings for Meili either. Both girls are beautiful, gentle and kind, so why don't you have any feelings for this one? Come on, tell me today, what kind of girl do you have feelings for?"
Yang Zhiqiang: "Oh, Mom, how can I put it that way!"
He stood up and said, "Anyway, I just don't have any feelings for Hu Meili. Mom, don't try to match me up with her. Even if you do, I still don't like her!"
After Yang Zhiqiang finished speaking, he turned around and was about to walk out, but when he turned around, he was stunned.
He opened his mouth and called out awkwardly, "Comrade Hu..."
Hu Meili, standing at the door of Old Lady Yang's bedroom, bit her lip, looking hurt.
Yang Zhiqiang quickly explained, "No, well, Comrade Hu, please don't misunderstand me. I have no problem with you. I just... that's what I'm talking about."
Hu Meili said timidly: "I, I understand..."
She drooped her eyelids and said, "Brother Yang, Aunt Yang, I came to ask if you want porridge or rice. I don't know which one to make."
Aunt Yang: "Porridge, I want some porridge. It's hot, and I feel comfortable drinking some porridge."
Hu Meili nodded gently and said, "Okay, I understand."
She turned and went back into the kitchen.
Seeing her leave, Old Lady Yang felt angry and guilty.
She slapped Yang Zhiqiang and said, "It's all your fault. Look at what you said. You look down on her beauty. I really gave you a chance, but you don't even think about whether her beauty can be appreciated by an old man like you!"
Yang Zhiqiang rubbed his face and felt a little guilty.
He really has no opinion about Hu Meili. At most, he just doesn't feel attracted to Hu Meili, but it's not Hu Meili's fault.
Just now, he was just talking and said something without paying attention. Who would have thought that it was such a coincidence that Hu Meili heard it.
Yang Zhiqiang scratched his head. He wanted to find Hu Meili to explain, but in this situation, he felt that no explanation would be appropriate.
If he said something inappropriate at that time, it might hurt Hu Meili's heart even more.
"Oh! I shouldn't have said that just now!" Yang Zhiqiang wanted to slap himself in the face out of guilt.
However, the guilty mother and son of the Yang family did not know that if they went to the kitchen at this moment, they would see a Hu Meili who was completely different from their impression and had an extremely vicious expression.
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