Chapter 155: The Antique

"Wait a moment, don't leave yet."

The bus came, but Li Ye and the others didn't get on.

He stood behind Jin Peng and the others, staring fixedly at Nakamura Naoto getting into a small car, and then quickly leaving.

"Brother Peng, Old Song messed up someone else's business near North Second Alley last time and was almost beaten to death. Which alley was it specifically?"

"I really don't know about this. At that time, I went to the police station to pick him up."

However, Jin Peng thought for a while and asked Wei Jiaxian next to him: "Did Old Song mention this to you?"

Wei Jiaxian said dully: "He mentioned it, but only said that the family was surnamed Guan, lived near North Second Alley, had a big willow tree at the door, and had a set of official kiln pots from the Ming Dynasty in their hands."

Li Ye's heart sank and he said to Tan Min: "Go call Huang Gang over and say I want to ask him something."

Tan Min went immediately, but after a while, Huang Gang didn't come, but his sister Huang Suwen followed Tan Min.

"Brother Li, my brother is drunk. You can ask me if you have anything. If I don't know, I'll tell him when he wakes up and let him find you."

"Asking you is the same," Li Ye asked: "I heard you have a big willow tree in this area? Right?"

"Big willow tree?" Huang Suwen was slightly stunned and pointed: "There is one in that alley, at the door of Guan Erdaye's house. Brother Li, why are you asking about this?"

As soon as Li Ye saw the direction Huang Suwen pointed, it was exactly the alley Nakamura Naoto had just come out of.

"Sigh~"

Li Ye sighed, feeling that most of his good mood for the day was gone.

If you ask which country's people are most interested in Chinese antiques, it's definitely the little Japan. Antique outflow, besides flowing to Hong Kong, the eastern chrysanthemum is also one of the disaster areas.

And Old Song, who was limping at the time, followed those suspicious people and knew that the other party was shipping from Tianjin Port. Now seeing Nakamura Naoto again, Li Ye felt it was eight or nine out of ten.

Li Ye didn't care much about a set of Ming Dynasty pots, but if they were bought overseas by Nakamura Naoto, he would care very much and be very unhappy.

Seeing Li Ye didn't answer, Huang Suwen suddenly asked with a smile: "Brother Li, did you also hear about the antiques in Guan Erdaye's house?"

Li Ye looked at Huang Suwen in surprise before asking: "Why would you ask that?"

Huang Suwen said with a smile: "Two months ago, someone was fighting at Guan Erdaye's door.

Among them, a little old man from Dongshan was very powerful, beating two people into disability by himself. Everyone in this area knows about it.

You are all from Dongshan... I'm just guessing. Don't mind if I guessed wrong, Brother Li."

You guessed really accurately; we are all in the same group.

Li Ye looked at Huang Suwen again, feeling that this crisp and straightforward girl also had a smart and smooth side.

Just now Li Ye was whispering with Jin Peng, wondering if Wang Jianqiang would be bullied by this crisp girl if they became a couple in the future. After all, a girl with this kind of temper has a sharp tongue and is unforgiving!

But now it seems that this girl's personality is hard on the outside and soft on the inside, much better than imagined.

Seeing Li Ye thinking and not speaking, Huang Suwen explained again: "Actually, that little old man from Dongshan is a good person, because those who collect junk only gave Guan Erdaye 60 yuan at first.

But that little old man said Guan Erdaye's old things were antiques. Later, people often came to find Guan Erdaye, and the price changed every day.

I heard that a few days ago, someone offered 1,000 yuan, and Guan Erdaye was secretly happy every day, saying he wanted to change his youngest son into a motorcycle!"

Li Ye smiled and said: "Then it's estimated to be fast. Just now I saw a little Japan coming out of that alley. The little Japan's motorcycle is really not bad!"

"Little Japan wants to buy Guan Erdaye's old things?"

Huang Suwen was stunned for a moment, then said: "Brother Li, wait a moment, I'll go ask for you."

Before Li Ye could stop her, Huang Suwen ran toward that alley in a flurry.

Jin Peng couldn't help laughing: "This girl is too crisp. I don't know if that silly Qiangzi can handle her."

Li Ye said: "I'm quite optimistic about it. Don't always treat Qiangzi as a silly guy. He learns every day and improves every day. If you don't work hard, maybe one day he will surpass you."

"Hehe, progress, progress, don't I also improve every day!" Jin Peng curled his lips and smiled lightly, clearly not taking it to heart.

Li Ye had given them lessons twice in the past few days. Wang Jianqiang's attitude was extremely serious, while Jin Peng's was just looking serious.

Huang Suwen came back quickly and ran to Li Ye: "Someone did arrive at Guan Erdaye's house just now. I didn't ask if it was a little Japan. The offer was quite high, but they didn't reach an agreement."

"Then Guan Erdaye has to thank my fellow townsman from Dongshan. If he holds the goods for a high price, he will definitely sell it for a high price. Thank you, sister. We are leaving. You go back!"

"Brother Li, don't thank me. I should thank you for my brother's business!"

Li Ye chatted with Huang Suwen for a few words. Just as the bus came, everyone got on and left.

After getting on the bus, Li Ye said to Wei Jiaxian in a low voice: "You go find Old Song and discuss it. No matter what, you have to mess up their good deeds for me."

Wei Jiaxian nodded silently and agreed.

Of course he understood Li Ye's meaning, which was that no matter what, he couldn't let that set of Ming Dynasty pots fall into the hands of the little Japan.

Huang Suwen returned to Wang Jianqiang's new house and saw her father chatting with those brothers who loved to drink at the table, while Wang Jianqiang, the host, was already drunk, and she couldn't help but get angry.

"I say, several uncles, why did you get the host drunk?"

"Wen girl, what you said... what do you mean by getting him drunk? It's all happiness, happiness..."

"Right, drinking 8-yuan-a-bottle wine to the fullest, can you not be happy? No, how can you be so embarrassed..."

"Xiao Wen, hurry over and help me clean up. Where did you go crazy?"

Huang Gang's mother, Yang Xiujuan, hurriedly came over and pulled Huang Suwen away. If she let her say a few more words, friends of many years wouldn't be able to keep their faces.

Entering the kitchen, Huang Suwen helped her mother wash the dishes while still being unforgiving: "Mom, Brother Qiang is an honest person, but they can't treat people like fools!

Giving a few cents of gift money, drinking a few mouthfuls of Maotai wine is several yuan, and they caught my brother and Brother Qiang and kept pouring wine, cup after cup, never ending..."

"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 attract scolding for him? If you feel sorry for him, find him privately and talk about it. Why are you going crazy here?"

"Who is saving money for him?" Huang Suwen said angrily: "How can I manage a deputy manager? If he's willing to be generous, let him lose money. He's even killing the rich to help the poor!"

"Killing whose rich? Helping whose poor?"

Huang Gang came in dizzy. He had just been blocking wine for Wang Jianqiang and couldn't hold on, so he closed his eyes for a while, but was woken up by his sister's shouting.

"Look, those few outside!" Huang Suwen nudged her chin outside, and then suddenly said: "Brother, Brother Li was looking for you just now. You were asleep, so I went over. He said it seems like a little Japan has taken a fancy to the antiques in Guan Erdaye's house."

"Little Japan? Did Guan Erdaye sell it to him?"

Huang Gang suddenly sobered up and narrowed his eyes.

"No, Guan Dasheng opened his mouth and asked for an imported motorcycle, and it had to be a 250. The other party didn't agree."

"Hey, Guan Laosi really dares to open his mouth," Huang Gang said mockingly: "You say why doesn't our family have that kind of old object? If we had it, I would also change it for a motorcycle, a Happiness brand would do."

"Our family doesn't care for that kind of thing," Yang Xiujuan said coldly: "Starting from your grandfather's time, we have been a red-rooted working class, unlike them, the old Guan family, hmph~."

The Huang siblings listened to their mother's words and leaned over to ask suspiciously: "What's wrong with Guan Erdaye's family?"

"Their family used to be surnamed Gua."

Yang Xiujuan went out with a bucket of swill with a stinky face.

"Surnamed Gua? Which Gua? Watermelon or cucumber?"

The siblings looked at each other, both scratching their heads in confusion.

Nakamura Naoto sat in the comfortable back seat of the car, watching the scenery passing by outside the window, his mood was very bad.

Or rather, his mood had been bad all along recently.

Since coming to China's Beijing two years ago, Nakamura Naoto had always appeared with a gentle and wealthy face, gradually becoming friends with many classmates and becoming "good friends."

Many people liked Nakamura Naoto and were very polite to him.

But just a few days ago, he took a fancy to a first-year girl who had just enrolled and fully displayed his kindness.

But the other party was so rude, actually telling him to "stay away from me." Didn't she see his difference?

Is the third young master of the Nakamura family of the Great Japan Empire not worthy of her throwing herself into his arms?

Things weren't going well at school, and things weren't going well outside either.

His grandfather at home liked China's porcelain and antiques. Nakamura Naoto catered to his preferences and let his subordinates search for similar things in Beijing at high prices. It had always been very smooth, but in the past month, he had failed repeatedly.

It seemed that there was a cunning force in the dark, just like the "cunning guerrillas" in his grandfather's mouth, who had been secretly spying on him in the dark.

Today, Nakamura Naoto went into battle himself to talk about a piece of Ming Dynasty porcelain, but the other party temporarily went back on their word and asked for a price that made Nakamura Naoto smoke from his seven orifices.

【Zhina people, really don't keep their word.】

Originally, this would have been fine, but the "secretary" sent by the family to Nakamura Naoto kept muttering in his ear, which was even more annoying.

"Nakamura-kun, you don't actually need to come forward directly for such small things. Your appearance will make the other party more vigilant, and it doesn't conform to the president's arrangements for your future."

Seeing that Nakamura Naoto didn't speak, the secretary raised his tone again and said quite seriously: "The president's wish is for you to make friends here and provide convenience for the family's business to enter China, rather than putting your energy into a trivial antique."

"Trivial?"

Nakamura Naoto was like a robot, mechanically turning his head and looking coldly at the secretary.

"Since it's trivial, why haven't you succeeded yet?

Is the salary given to you too low? Is it because you came here from Osaka with me that you feel wronged?"

"I'm sorry, Nakamura-kakka, it was my slip of the tongue."

The secretary's face turned white instantly, and he hurriedly apologized and explained: "I have absolutely no feeling of being wronged. Being able to follow you is my, Inoue Koji's, honor.

Being able to come to this land full of opportunities is also an opportunity for our Inoue family."

"Hmph~"

Nakamura Naoto looked at Inoue Koji with contempt and mocked: "I understand my grandfather's expectations for me better than anyone. You don't need to teach me how to do things. You just need to do what you should do."

"When I go home for the New Year, I want to give my grandfather a whole set of antique gifts. Now, I'm just missing that set of exquisite porcelain."

Inoue Koji nodded immediately: "Hai, I will do it."

Nakamura Naoto looked at the tamed subordinate, slowly closed his eyes, and leaned against the back of the car seat.

I don't know how long it had been, but he suddenly said faintly: "That Guan Ciying used to be a follower of that Beile-ye."

Inoue Koji raised his head suddenly, looking at Nakamura Naoto, full of disbelief.

Nakamura Naoto didn't even open his eyes, but he could guess Inoue Koji's face.

He twisted his mouth and proudly made a nasal sound.

"Hmph~"

(End of chapter)