Sang Jueqian turned around and looked directly at Xie Mingshan, "So what did Mr. Xie say to Grandpa?"
Xie Mingshan smiled. "Zhenzhen and I have discussed this. Holding a wedding is really too much trouble. She's also pregnant after giving birth, so she should take good care of herself. A wedding is full of things and will be tiring. It's not suitable for holding it now, so we're not planning on having it. It's better for our family of three to live a good life, don't you think?"
"What did Grandpa say?"
Xie Mingshan smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Grandpa was a little unhappy, but he still knew how to be considerate of us younger generations. Although he was unhappy, he didn't refute it, which was considered as tacit agreement."
Sang Jueqian shook his head, "I'm afraid Mr. Xie has misunderstood."
"What?"
"Grandpa didn't say anything. It's not that Grandpa acquiesced. It's just that Grandpa knows that since you have made up your mind, you won't regret changing it easily. So, there is not much difference between saying it and not saying it. I'll just not say it."
The expression on Xie Mingshan's face froze for a moment, but he quickly adjusted it and returned to normal.
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that Zhenzhen's health doesn't allow it. In a few years, when Zhenzhen's health has recovered and the child has grown up, if you still want to have a wedding, you can have one. By then, we can even let the child be our flower girl. What do you think?"
"Mr. Xie." Sang Jueqian looked directly into Xie Mingshan's eyes. "Whether you and Sang Zhenzhen get married or not, and whether you have a wedding or not, that's your business. It has nothing to do with me. I can't control it, and I don't want to control it."
A look of surprise flashed across Xie Mingshan's face. "I thought you and Zhenzhen were cousins, so you would—"
"Even if we're cousins, we have no say in these matters. Instead of explaining it to me, why don't you explain it to her, her parents, and her brother? As long as they don't mind it, that's fine."
"Okay, I understand."
Xie Mingshan's eyes flickered, and he quickly changed the subject, "By the way, why didn't Mr. Li come with us this time?"
"He had his own things to do, so he didn't come along."
"Oh? What are you busy with? Do you need any help? If so, Boss Sang, just tell me directly. I will definitely not refuse."
Sang Jueqian refused directly, "There's nothing I can help you with, but Mr. Xie is so thoughtful."
"It's all as it should be. Mr. Li and I hit it off right away, so it's only natural for us to help each other."
The use of these two words "mutually" is very spiritual.
Sang Jueqian blinked slowly, "Mr. Xie, is there anything you need his help with? It's the same if you tell me."
"I originally didn't intend to tell you, but since Boss Sang has said so, I won't be polite anymore. Now I really have something I want to ask Boss Sang and Mr. Li for help."
Sang Jueqian didn't respond, but just looked at Xie Mingshan, waiting for Xie Mingshan to continue.
"It's not a big deal, actually... I just want to look for a few things. Boss Sang and Mr. Li have connections in this area, so I think it should be easy to find."
After Xie Mingshan finished speaking, he handed over an envelope.
Sang Jueqian took the envelope and took out a few photos from it.
I don’t know under what circumstances the photo was taken, and I don’t think it’s very good. The things on it are blurry, and I can only vaguely see the shape and color.
If an outsider saw this, he might think that what was filmed here was garbage.
But Sang Jueqian has seen so many antiques, so he still has a certain vision.
When I saw the thing in the picture, I recognized it instantly.
These are all bronze artifacts, and judging from the looks of it, they should be bronze artifacts used for sacrificial ceremonies.
At this moment, Sang Jueqian's heartbeat quickened, almost jumping out of his throat.
After laying so much groundwork and waiting for so long, is the fish finally going to take the bait?
Although he was excited in his heart, Sang Jueqian did not show it on his face, and even frowned.
Xie Mingshan had been looking at Sang Jueqian, observing her reaction.
After seeing her frown, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Boss Sang, is there a problem?"
Sang Jueqian stuffed the photo back into the envelope. "Is there any problem? Doesn't Mr. Xie know this? I don't have anything like this, and I won't look for it. Making money is good, but I have to live to spend it!"
When Xie Mingshan heard Sang Jueqian's refusal, he was not disappointed, but even a little happy.
If Sang Jueqian really agreed to it immediately, he would find it strange and unbelievable!
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