Chapter 155 Our Family Has a Good Family Background
"Wait a moment, don't leave yet."
The bus came, but Li Ye and others did not get on it.
He stood behind Jin Peng and others, staring at Naoto Nakamura as he got into a car and left quickly.
"Brother Peng, last time Old Song disrupted someone's business near Beier Tiao, and he was almost beaten to a pulp. Which alley did he go to?"
"I really don't know. I went to the police station to pick someone up."
But Jin Peng thought about it and asked Wei Jiaxian next to him: "Did Lao Song mention this to you?"
Wei Jiaxian said sullenly, "It was mentioned, but they only said that the family's surname was Guan, and their home was near Bei Er Tiao. There was a big willow tree at the door, and they had a set of Ming Dynasty official kiln pots in their hands."
Li Ye's heart sank, and he said to Tan Min, "Go call Huang Gang over and tell him I want to ask him something."
Tan Min went there immediately, but after a while, Huang Gang didn't come over, but his sister Huang Suwen came with Tan Min.
"Brother Li, my brother is drunk. You can ask me if you have any questions. If I don't know, just wait until he wakes up and tell him to come find you."
"The same goes for you," Li Ye asked, "I heard there's a big willow tree in your area? Is that right?"
"Big willow tree?" Huang Suwen was slightly stunned, turned his head and pointed: "There is one in that alley, in front of Uncle Guan Er's house. Why are you asking about this, Brother Li?"
When Li Ye looked in the direction Huang Suwen pointed, it was the alley that Naoto Nakamura had just come out of.
"Alas~"
Li Ye sighed, feeling that most of his good mood for the day was gone.
If we were to say which country's people are most interested in Chinese antiques, it would be the Hong Kong people. In addition to the outflow of antiques to Hong Kong Island, Hong Kong was also one of the hardest hit areas.
At that time, the lame Old Song was following the suspicious group of people because he knew that they had sent a ship from Jincheng Port. Now that he saw Naoto Nakamura, Li Ye felt that it was almost certain.
Li Ye doesn’t really care about a set of Ming Dynasty teapots, but if Naoto Nakamura buys them overseas, he will be very concerned and unhappy.
Huang Suwen saw that Li Ye didn't answer, so he suddenly smiled and asked, "Brother Li, have you also heard about the antiques in Uncle Guan's house?"
Li Ye looked at Huang Suwen in surprise, then asked, "Why do you ask that?"
Huang Suwen smiled and said, "About last month, there was a fight in front of Uncle Guan Er's house.
Among them, there was an old man from Dongshan who was very powerful. He beat two people to death by himself. Everyone in the area knew him.
You are all from Dongshan, so I am just guessing. Don’t mind if I am wrong, Brother Li.”
You guessed it right, we are in the same group.
Li Ye looked at Huang Suwen again and felt that this crisp and straightforward girl also had a smart and smooth side.
Just now, Li Ye was whispering to Jin Peng, wondering if Wang Jianqiang would be bullied by this fragile girl if he got together with Huang Suwen in the future. After all, girls with this kind of temper are very sharp-tongued!
But now it seems that this girl's character is tough but soft, much better than I imagined.
Seeing Li Ye was silent in deep thought, Huang Suwen explained: "In fact, the old man in Dongshan is a good person, because the group of rag collectors only gave Uncle Guan Er 60 yuan at the beginning.
But the old man said that the old things in Uncle Guan Er's house were antiques. Later, people often came to Uncle Guan Er to ask for a different price every day.
I heard that someone offered 1,000 yuan a few days ago, and Uncle Guan Er was secretly happy every day, saying that he wanted to buy a motorcycle for his youngest son! "
Li Ye smiled and said, "It will probably be soon. I just saw a kid coming out of that alley. His motorcycle was really nice!"
"Do you want to buy some old stuff from Master Guan Er for your daily life?"
Huang Suwen was stunned for a moment, then said: "Brother Li, wait a moment, I will go and ask for you."
Before Li Ye could stop him, Huang Suwen ran towards the alley in a hurry.
Jin Peng couldn't help but laugh and said, "This girl is too fragile. I don't know if Qiangzi, that fool, can subdue her."
Li Ye said, "I'm quite optimistic about him. Don't always treat Qiangzi as a fool. He is learning and improving every day. If you don't work harder, you might be surpassed by him one day."
"Hehe, progress, progress. I'm making progress every day too!" Jin Peng curled his lips and chuckled, obviously not taking it seriously.
Li Ye gave them two lessons in the past few days. Wang Jianqiang's attitude was extremely serious, while Jin Peng only looked serious.
Huang Suwen came back soon, trotting to Li Ye and said, "Someone did come to Uncle Guan Er's house just now. I didn't find out if he was having a good life or not. He offered a high price, but we still couldn't come to an agreement."
"Then Master Guan must thank my fellow villager from Dongshan. This rare commodity will definitely sell for a high price. Thank you, sister. We are leaving now, you can go back now!"
"Brother Li, please don't thank me. I should thank you for my brother's work!"
Li Ye chatted with Huang Suwen for a while, and then the bus came and everyone got on and left.
After getting in the car, Li Ye said to Wei Jiaxian in a deep voice: "Go and discuss this with Old Song. No matter what, you have to ruin their plans for me."
Wei Jiaxian nodded silently and agreed.
Of course he understood what Li Ye meant, which was that no matter what, the set of Ming Dynasty pots could not be allowed to fall into Xiao Rizi's hands.
. . . . .
Huang Suwen returned to Wang Jianqiang's new house and saw his father chatting with his drinking buddies at the table, while Wang Jianqiang, the host, had already drunk too much. Huang Suwen couldn't help but feel angry.
"Hey uncles, how come you got the master drunk?"
"Girl Wen, what do you mean by drunk? It's all about happiness, happiness."
"Yes, you can drink as much as you want when the wine costs eight dollars a bottle. How can you not be happy? It's not that you are too embarrassed to do that."
"Xiao Wen, come quickly and help me clean up. Where have you been?"
Huang Gang's mother Yang Xiujuan hurried over and pulled Huang Suwen away. If the bad guy said something again, the good friends of so many years would be embarrassed.
After entering the kitchen, Huang Suwen helped her mother wash the dishes while saying, "Mom, Brother Qiangzi is a real man, but they can't treat him as a fool!
With just a few cents of share money, two sips of Moutai cost several yuan, and he even caught my brother and Qiangzi brother to force them to drink, one cup after another."
"Keep your voice down," Yang Xiujuan slapped her daughter on the forehead and whispered, "Are you trying to save money for Qiangzi? Or are you trying to get him scolded? After you feel bad for him, talk to him in private. Why are you going crazy now?"
"Who saved money for him?" Huang Suwen said angrily, "Why should I care about the deputy manager? If he wants to be generous, then let him lose money. He is even killing the rich to help the poor!"
"Whose rich are you going to kill? Whose poor are you going to help?"
Huang Gang came in dazed. He had just blocked the wine for Wang Jianqiang and couldn't hold on any longer. He dozed off for a while and was woken up by the girl's screaming.
"Look, those guys outside!" Huang Suwen pointed outside, then suddenly said, "Brother, Brother Li wanted to see you just now. I went over when you fell asleep. He said that he seemed to have taken a fancy to the antiques in Guan Erye's house."
"A small life? Did Uncle Guan Er sell it to him?"
Huang Gang sobered up all of a sudden and narrowed his eyes.
"No, Guan Dasheng asked for an imported motorcycle and wanted one for 250, but they didn't agree."
"Hey, Guan Lao Si is really brave," Huang Gang said mockingly, "Why don't we have that kind of old stuff at home? If we did, I would also buy a motorcycle, a Xingfu brand one would be fine."
"We don't care about that stuff," Yang Xiujuan said coldly, "Since your grandfather's time, we have been a working class family, unlike the Guan family, huh~."
After hearing what their mother said, the Huang brothers and sisters came over and asked in confusion, "What happened to Uncle Guan Er's family?"
"His family name used to be Gua."
Yang Xiujuan had a sour face and went out with a bucket of slop.
"My last name is Gua? Which Gua? Watermelon or cucumber?"
The brother and sister looked at each other and scratched their heads in confusion.
. . . .
Naoto Nakamura sat in the back seat of a comfortable car, looking at the scenery passing by outside the window, and was in a very bad mood.
Or rather, he has been in a bad mood recently.
Since coming to the flower-growing capital two years ago, Naoto Nakamura has always presented himself as a gentle and wealthy person. He gradually became friends with many of his classmates and became their "good friends".
Many people like Naoto Nakamura and are very polite to him.
But just a few days ago, he fell in love with a freshman girl and fully demonstrated his kindness.
But the other party was so rude and asked her to "stay away from me". Didn't she see that she was different?
Isn’t the third young master of the Nakamura family of the Big Day Empire worthy of his embrace?
Things are not going well at school, and things are not going well outside either.
The grandfather in the family likes flower-growing porcelain and antiques. Naoto Nakamura caters to his taste and has his men search for similar items at high prices in the capital. It had been going smoothly, but in the past month, he has failed repeatedly.
It seemed as if there was a cunning force in the dark, just like the "cunning guerrillas" that my grandfather mentioned, which had been secretly spying on me.
Today, Naoto Nakamura personally came to negotiate a piece of Ming Dynasty porcelain, but the other party suddenly changed his mind and asked for a price that made Naoto Nakamura furious.
[The people of Zhina are really not trustworthy. ]
That would have been fine, but the "secretary" assigned to Naoto Nakamura by the family kept nagging in his ears, which was even more annoying.
"Nakamura-kun, you don't need to show up directly for such a small matter. Your presence will make the other party more alert, and it is not in line with the president's plan for your future."
Seeing that Naoto Nakamura didn't say anything, the secretary raised his tone again and said quite seriously: "The president's wish is for you to make friends here and facilitate the family business to enter the flower planting industry, rather than focusing your energy on an insignificant antique."
"negligible?"
Naoto Nakamura turned his head mechanically like a robot and looked at the secretary coldly.
"If it's so insignificant, why haven't you succeeded yet?
Is it because your salary is too low? Is it because you have been wronged by coming here with me from Osaka? "
"I'm sorry, Mr. Nakamura, I made a mistake."
The secretary's face turned pale instantly, and he quickly apologized and explained: "I don't feel wronged at all. It is my honor to follow you, Your Excellency.
Being able to come to this land full of opportunities is also an opportunity for our Inoue family."
"Hmph~"
Naoto Nakamura looked at Inoue Koji with contempt and said mockingly: "I understand my grandfather's expectations of me better than anyone else. You don't need to teach me what to do. You just need to do what you are supposed to do."
"When I go home for the New Year, I want to give Grandpa a complete set of antique gifts. Now, all I need is that set of exquisite porcelain."
Inoue Koji immediately nodded and said, "Hey, I'll do it."
Naoto Nakamura glanced at his tamed subordinates, slowly closed his eyes, and leaned back on the seat.
I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly said in a dark voice: "That Guan Ciying might have been the follower of that prince in the past."
Koji Inoue suddenly raised his head and looked at Naoto Nakamura with an expression of disbelief.
Naoto Nakamura could guess Inoue Koji's expression without even opening his eyes.
He curled his lips and snorted in triumph.
"Hmph~"
(End of this chapter)
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