Chapter 637

Without a job, she was a burden in the Yan family.

With a job, she was an income in the Yan family.

If she went to work and then proposed a divorce,

the Yan family might cause all sorts of trouble.

Yu Li nodded gently: "I know, thank you, Weiguo."

Cao Weiguo said affectionately: "Sister Li! I hope you can be happy!"

Yu Li was already moved, but she still had that sense of reason in her heart.

In the end, the two didn't break through that relationship.

They just poured out their feelings to each other and then separated with reluctance.

Without eating the meat, Cao Weiguo felt as if a fire was burning in his heart.

But Song Yulan was pregnant, and it was too late to go find Bai Lijuan.

With no other choice, he could only endure it, his mood restless as he headed to the Pigeon Market.

He had lied to Song Yulan, saying he was going to his master's house to talk about things.

It wouldn't be easy to explain if he went back so early.

He might as well take a stroll through the Pigeon Market to see if he could pick up a few treasures.

People cannot just have material pursuits; spiritual happiness must also keep up.

Days with occasional surprises won't be boring or dull.

It is precisely because of this that Cao Weiguo likes to stroll through the Pigeon Market from time to time.

On one hand, it is to pick up leaks and speculate.

On the other hand, it is to enjoy the fun of collecting.

In the process of picking up leaks at the Pigeon Market, one can often feel surprise and fun.

Spending the price of a piece of clothing to buy a treasure worth a thousand or ten thousand times more.

This kind of joy of making a fortune in silence is even more satisfying than winning at the card table.

This is also an important reason why Panjiayuan could become popular and noisy in the future.

Speaking of picking up leaks at the Pigeon Market, Cao Weiguo can be considered a regular customer.

Although the people at the Pigeon Market don't know Cao Weiguo's identity,

they also know there is a character named "Cao Weiguo" at the Pigeon Market.

He loves bottles and jars that can't be eaten or drunk, and his spending is quite "generous."

In the eyes of these people, Cao Weiguo is the model of a fool with too much money.

Quite a few people have "come for his reputation," hoping to sell their "heirlooms" for a good price.

Cao Weiguo moved through the Pigeon Market in the dark, like an old wolf looking for prey.

Turning left and right, he soon captured three pieces of prey.

The first piece of prey was a Yu Bo Yi from the late Spring and Autumn period.

The Yu Bo Yi that Cao Weiguo bought had twenty-one characters cast on the inner bottom; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it is a national treasure.

Just with this one item, Cao Weiguo's trip tonight was not in vain.

The second piece of prey was a large celadon plate with carved grape patterns.

The third piece of prey was a celadon jade lying dog, celadon jade quality, round carving.

Cao Weiguo pretended to put the things into his satchel.

He continued to stroll through the Pigeon Market, preparing to try his luck again.

At this time, a hunchbacked old man brought two men over:

"Young man!"

"I see you're interested in bottles and jars."

"I happen to have quite a few in my hands."

"I don't know if you're interested."

Cao Weiguo sized up the hunchbacked old man: "Are they on you?"

The hunchbacked old man smiled and beckoned: "Er Ya."

Getting the signal from the hunchbacked old man, a bald man carrying a satchel stepped forward.

Another thin, tall man took out an iron flashlight and covered the lamp head with his hand to provide light.

Cao Weiguo leaned in and scanned the things in the satchel roughly.

They were all jade and stone artifacts, and they all looked like they had some age to them.

The hunchbacked old man began to sell the "heirlooms" with great effort.

"These were all passed down from my ancestors."

"Each piece is a rare treasure."

"Young man, you shouldn't doubt it!"

"Think back, my ancestors were fierce generals who charged into battle with Lord Oboi."

"Quite a few of the things inside were rewards for military merit from Lord Oboi."

"..."

Listening to the hunchbacked old man's bragging, Cao Weiguo picked up a dragon-pattern jade plaque.

Hetian white jade quality, moist and delicate, white and flawless, with a feeling of congealed fat, decorated with cloud and dragon patterns on the front...

Cao Weiguo said calmly: "You are an insider; this thing is not bad, how much money do you want to sell it for?"

The hunchbacked old man smiled: "Good eye, if you like it, take it for a hundred yuan?"

Cao Weiguo shook his head: "Old sir, do I look like a sucker to you?"

The hunchbacked old man smiled: "Not at all, not at all, then you name a price."

Cao Weiguo smiled: "I won't play tricks with you; if twenty yuan works, I'll take it."

The hunchbacked old man shook his head repeatedly: "That won't work, that won't work! No one haggles like you!"

Cao Weiguo returned the jade plaque to the old man: "Then forget it."

The hunchbacked old man took a step back: "Don't! Young man, your temper is too hot!"

Seeing the hunchbacked old man retreat, Cao Weiguo knew the deal was done.

Cao Weiguo took out the money and handed it to the hunchbacked old man: "Old sir, the price I gave is definitely not low."

The hunchbacked old man took the money and sighed with a look of shame: "I have failed my ancestors."

Cao Weiguo didn't believe a single word of what the hunchbacked old man said.

He hadn't been hanging around the Pigeon Market for a short time, and he wasn't some greenhorn who didn't know anything.

The hunchbacked old man put the money into his pocket: "Young man! Don't you want to take a look at the other things?"

Cao Weiguo smiled: "Another day, I don't have enough money on me today."

Without too many words, Cao Weiguo turned and left.

The hunchbacked old man shook his head with a look of regret: "This kid's eye is really sharp."

It wasn't that Cao Weiguo didn't have enough money, but that the rest were all high-quality imitations.

He wasn't interested in a pile of broken stones. ===== CHAPTER 639 =====