Brother Ye chuckled twice, then pulled Ye Weiwei aside to whisper to her.
My younger sister has already said everything she needed to say, so I need to give my mom and older brother some time to think things over.
"Little sister, I did as you said and brought back quite a few things from the scrap yard. They're all in the side room. Look..."
As he spoke, Brother Ye opened the door and showed Ye Weiwei what he had brought inside.
Ye Weiwei followed her inside and saw that the room was filled with bottles and jars, old tables and chairs, and other wooden items.
Brother Ye also opened a box containing some calligraphy, paintings, books, and other old items.
Ever since she bought a jar for hiding gold bars from the scrap yard last time, Ye Weiwei has been determined to bring all the treasures from the Kyoto scrap yard to her own home.
After all, many of the things in that junkyard are worthless now, but in a few years, a piece of calligraphy or painting or even a bottle could buy an apartment in a place where land is incredibly valuable!
Moreover, being able to preserve these things is a way to preserve some precious heritage, a win-win situation.
Ye Weiwei carefully scanned the pile of things with her mental energy and couldn't help but give Ye Sange a thumbs up.
I have to say, although my third brother is young, he has a really good eye for finding treasures.
Of all these items, fewer than ten are fakes; the rest are genuine treasures, some of which have immense potential for future appreciation and could be exchanged for a traditional courtyard house.
Seeing that his younger sister was very satisfied with the things he had bought, Ye Sange scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Little sister, you can keep these bottles and jars and the calligraphy and paintings, but what do you want with these old furniture? The wood is good, but they are old and we can't use them at home. They just take up space."
Ye Weiwei smiled and said, "These will all be treasures in the future. If you see any ebony, agarwood, or rosewood or sandalwood, buy them no matter how old or broken they are. Don't be afraid to spend the money."
After Ye Weiwei finished speaking, she directly gave Ye Sange a thousand yuan.
Brother Ye was dumbfounded.
"Little sister... how come you're carrying so much money on you all of a sudden!"
That's incredibly extravagant—a thousand in one go!
“I have money. You can use this to spend. You can buy anything you want, except for those from the junkyard. If you need more, just ask me.”
Brother Ye quickly waved his hand: "What are you saying! I'm the older brother, how could I spend your money! Don't worry, I'll go and take a look at these scrap yards in Kyoto whenever I have time."
Ye Weiwei nodded: "Make it discreet, don't make it too conspicuous."
Brother Ye said confidently, "Don't worry, I know that. The things coming out of the scrap yard are all officially traded and can be bought and sold directly. In addition, many people go to the scrap yard to look for things every day."
Ye Weiwei reached into a pile of calligraphy and paintings, found one, unfolded it, looked at it, and said with a slight smile, "Third Brother, we'll each have half of what's here."
Brother Ye refused: "You gave me the money to buy it, I don't want it!"
Ye Weiwei laughed and said, "That won't do. Although we were born on the same day, even close siblings should keep clear accounts. I'll pay and you'll do the work. It's perfectly fine to split it 50/50."
Ye Sange was about to refuse, but Ye Weiwei immediately put on a stern face. Fearing that his little sister would be unhappy, Ye Sange had no choice but to agree.
When it came time to divide the spoils, he would only take one or two items as a token gesture, leaving the rest for his younger sister.
When the Qin family's driver came to pick her up, Ye Weiwei asked her third brother to move the box of calligraphy and paintings, along with a few bottles, into the car and take them away.
Although the items at the junkyard are all legitimate, they could still attract unwanted attention and cause trouble. It's safest to store them in her personal space.
Moreover, besides the calligraphy and paintings, the bottles she chose also had the greatest potential for appreciation in the future. It would be a real shame if they got damaged or broken while she was at home.
Since Xu Zhenzi caused that scene, the people at the Qin family's old residence have been much more well-behaved lately, and no longer have the audacity to cause trouble for Ye Weiwei and Old Master Qin.
However, Qin's great-uncle missed the children, so during Qin Xiao's vacation, the old man Qin took the family of five there for a day trip.
Great-uncle adored the three children and packed a lot of things for them before leaving, naturally including some for Qin Xiao and Ye Weiwei.
Especially Ye Weiwei, he is now extremely satisfied with this junior, feeling that her personality and temperament are just right for him, and the things he gives her are always carefully selected.
Before leaving, he repeatedly reminded Ye Weiwei: "Take care of those clueless bastards in the old house just the way you would have them, so they won't cause any more trouble every day without knowing their own limitations!"
Ye Weiwei smiled and agreed.
Although things have calmed down over there recently, they're definitely still up to no good and who knows what kind of wicked schemes they're plotting in secret.
Of course, she had to be careful.
"Xiao, don't just focus on work. Spend more time with your wife and kids. It's the father's fault if the son is not taught properly. Don't push everything onto your wife."
Qin Xiao nodded in agreement, and as soon as he got home, he started to make a fuss, "Honey, why don't you take the kids and come stay with me at my place for a few months?"
Ye Weiwei said helplessly, "Why bring this up again? Didn't we say last time that the child is too young to be here?"
Qin Xiao argued vehemently, "Didn't my great-uncle say that it's the father's fault if the son isn't taught? How can I teach the children when they're not around? What if they grow up to be bad?"
Grandpa Qin said angrily, "Even though you're not home, I'm here to help keep an eye on them. How could my grandsons, Qin Zhenyuan's grandchildren, possibly turn out badly!"
Qin Xiao looked at Old Master Qin with displeasure: I'm talking to my wife, what's it to you!
When Grandpa Qin saw Qin Xiao's eyes, he became even angrier. "You brat, you still won't accept this! Don't you trust me to look after the kids? I'm their grandfather, would I ever harm them!"
Qin Xiao: ...
Is this just about looking after children?
Do I miss my wife?
Distracted by the tactless old man Qin, Qin Xiao angrily went straight back to his room.
Grandpa Qin was indignant and pulled Ye Weiwei aside to reason with her, "Weiwei, you need to discipline this brat properly!"
Ye Weiwei was both amused and exasperated. "Fine, I'll talk about him."
When Ye Weiwei returned to her room, she saw Qin Xiao sitting there sulking with a wronged expression. "That old man is getting more and more outrageous!"
This is simply pushing their luck!
He somewhat regretted agreeing to his request to acknowledge his ancestors so quickly.
Ye Weiwei found it amusing: "Alright, don't think I don't know what you're up to. Once you've tidied up the room over there, I'll bring Aunt Sun and the kids to stay with you for a few days next week."
Qin Xiao was overjoyed when he heard Ye Weiwei agree. "You said it yourself, so you can't go back on your word. I'll get the house ready when I get back and wait for you to come over."
snort!
The old man also got to experience what it's like to be home alone.
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