Chapter 240: The things he collected were very strange
When Tu Huan heard it, it was true!
Qin Lang has known Ming He for a long time.
"Mr. Lan's things are so valuable?"
On the other end, Qin Lang chuckled and crawled over, his laughter following the signal. "I don't know where he came up with those things. Whether they're worth money depends on the person. The one from the Ming family doesn't buy things in the ordinary way. It's like collecting stamps."
"ah?"
"Most importantly, the things he collected didn't sound very reliable to me. There was no pattern or preference, just random stuff."
Through his uncle Lan Qiaosheng, Qin Lang had some impression of this "big complainer" who spent money like water.
"I don't really want to interact with people like Minghe. He's too smart, but a smart person always does stupid things. It makes me a little confused. Is he doing it on purpose, or is he just really stupid?" Qin Lang became more familiar with Tu Huan and spoke more casually. "If you run into him, stay away from him. It's good to stay away. He's hard to figure out."
Tu Huan was silent for a moment, then said, "You're reminding me a little late."
Qin Lang was silent for a while on the phone, then said, "You've been targeted, so there's nothing I can do. You...just wish me the best."
"So serious?"
"Anyway, this guy is unpredictable." Qin Lang rarely uses such words to evaluate a person. He stretched out his long legs, crossed them on the wooden bench, leaned back on the recliner, and played with a windproof lighter he had just bought from a stall at the entrance of Zhenbao Street.
His fingertips flicked back and forth, and the lighter made sounds one after another.
Tu Huan sat cross-legged on the table, her bright eyes looking past Jiang Li and the hot springs, past the walls of the villa, and all the way to the distant mountains.
"Has anyone collected your uncle's Buddha statue?"
She thought about it and suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with Minghe.
Qin Lang was surprised.
"No, it fell into his hands. What? Is Miss Tu interested?" Qin Lang wanted to laugh when he thought about the way his uncle looked at him in the past two days.
How could a successful middle-aged man be so persistent?
He said several times that Tu Huan had gone out of town, but his uncle Lan Qiao didn't believe it.
He had to think of another reason to invite them over and see what happened.
It's just a statue, why are you in such a hurry? Will it grow legs and run away if you leave it for a few more days?
Qin Lang was not happy to do this job, and Lan Qiao complained a lot.
It's strange to say, the Lan family originally spent a lot of money to hold this exhibition, and Lan Qiao was most confident in selling the statue of the goddess. However, after observing, he found that the person with the most strength gave up.
Qin Lang said, "When Minghe came, he was very interested in the goddess statue. I was trying to persuade my uncle not to give some things with special auras to one person all the time, otherwise it would be hard to tell what might happen in the future."
Tu Huan thought of Ming He at the meeting. "He seemed very interested in the goddess statue at your uncle's house."
"What's the point of being interested? That person's intentions are unclear. My uncle is a pure-blooded businessman. He never believes in evil. As long as the deal is right and the money is paid, he will sell anything that the King of Hell wants. He looks serious on the surface."
Qin Lang thought for a moment and said, "Minghe has let go of that thing for the time being. My uncle can't sell it for a while. You can come back anytime you want. I'll go with you."
Tu Huan did not refuse.
She was a little curious.
Qin Lang lit a fire, stared at the flames, and suddenly asked, "He's not a good person to talk to. Why would he lend you his private building?"
"You ask me, who should I ask?"
Qin Lang said in a serious tone: "Stay away from him. Xie Huailou is so self-centered. We have suffered a lot at his hands in the past two years."
Tu Huan said calmly, "Oh."
On the other side, Qin Lang was amused when he heard the tone on the phone: "Xie Huailou has a bad temper. If you ignore him, it will be over."
Tu Huan didn't want to mention the three words "Xie Huailou" to him.
Although they both had the surname "Xie", her initial impression of Xie Huailou was not very good.
She didn't want to talk to anyone who was not interested.
Faintly, she seemed to hear several "click" sounds coming from the receiver.
"What's that noise? That crackling sound?"
Qin Lang glanced at the thing in his hand and unbuttoned it several times in a frivolous manner, "What are you talking about?"
"Yeah." Tu Huan responded.
"lighter."
Tu Huan: “…”
Qin Lang's voice was tinged with laughter. "It's windproof, made to imitate antique toys. It's quite interesting. I picked it up from a stall outside while I was at work."
Windproof lighter?
Tu Huan's nerves jumped and she thought of something.
"What style?"
Qin Lang was just joking around. He was used to playing with the strings in his hands, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't do something. He didn't expect Tu Huan to be interested in this thing.
"Really? I've noticed you're quite curious all day long."
Tu Huan didn't say anything.
Qin Lang took a photo of the antique windproof lighter in his hand and sent it to Tu Huan.
Tu Huan clicked on the photo.
It was just as Qin Lang said.
It looks like a collectible, but it is actually a modern lighter.
"Is it covered with a shell?"
"Did you see that?"
"Well, the shell is well made, inconspicuous."
Qin Lang lowered his head and carefully read the message sent by Tu Huan.
I called directly and was speechless: "What's your aesthetic?"
Tu Huan laughed twice and asked, "How much did you pay for this?"
"Huh?" Qin Lang was stunned and said, "Do I really need to buy this little broken thing?"
"What else?"
"An ice cream cone."
Tu Huan: “…”
After a while.
Qin Lang seemed to understand something and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Tu Huan looked at the photo and asked, "Can you give me more of this?"
“There are plenty of them online.”
"No, the kind you have in your hand, the handmade ones."
Qin Lang didn't quite understand, "You want this shell, right?"
Tu Huan said, "No, I want a windproof lighter with this special case."
"Wait a minute, I'll ask the stall owner for you."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Before hanging up, Qin Lang reminded her seriously, "Ming He of the Ming family never does anything useless. If he talks to you about anything, you have to be careful."
"I know there's no such thing as a free lunch."
"OK!"
After hanging up the phone, Tu Huan took off her shawl and sank into the water.
The warm spring water seemed to open up all the meridians in the body.
Jiang Li had been soaking for a long time and felt a little bored. She jumped to the edge and paddled in the water, laughing, "Who is it? You've been calling for so long? My boyfriend?"
Tu Huan raised her eyes and corrected him, "Male, friend."
"Tsk~"
Tu Huan was already very familiar with Jiang Li's expression.
It means "I don't believe it."
Jiang Li asked: "How old are you? Where are you from? When did you meet? What do you do?"
Tu Huan smiled amiably. "He's 72 years old, from my hometown. We just met at the end of the year. He's a rag collector."
When you are out, the identities others give you are the ones you give them.
Boss Qin, a "junk collector", went out to a street stall and kicked an old "friend" who was lying on the side basking in the sun without making any money.
"Hey, how are you going to sell all that junk you have at home?"
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