Hao Huai made up his mind to get the situation of the chicken man from the old stall owner. After lowering his head and thinking about it, he had an idea and immediately showed a secret smirk on his face.

"You have always seen what the little chicken man did just now. I am a stern person. If I talk about this to the stall owner who was suffering a loss just now, he will definitely hold a grudge against your behavior that you do not remind me."

"Men, I didn't realize that you were so mentally terrified at such a young age. Well, I'm going to take your hands today."

After hearing Hao Huai's words, the old stall praised him helplessly, and then lowered his voice to tell Hao Huai everything he learned about the little chicken man.

Under the explanation of the old stall owner, Hao Huai knew that the man named Chicken Man was 19 years old and was named "Wei Suo". Because this name is homophonic with the cash buzzword "君", and his appearance is exactly the same, he prefers others to call him the nickname "君君".

Speaking of this nickname, it is also because of this guy's personality. There is a word in the Beishi dialect called "chicken thief" that means being stingy, stingy, and not being able to go to the table. Or it is particularly calculating, stingy, and selfish. There is another meaning, which is "crawling, clever, and a little vulgar". These meanings are exactly the same as the personality of a chicken man.

The chicken man's ability to distinguish ancient paintings at one glance was obtained from his grandfather's oral teachings. At that time, their family was still wealthy, but people were not as good as daily calculations. Later, his family was in a downturn, and only he and his mother depended on each other for their own life.

The old stall owner finally shook his head and said helplessly: "I heard that this kid has the skill of making old hands, but this guy has never used it before, so everyone just thinks he is bragging."

Hearing this, Hao Huai was cheered up. After throwing the words "Thank you", he went straight to the gate of Baoguo Temple. Walking out the door, Hao Huai found that the little chicken man had already hid under a big willow tree, and took out the sterling silver snuff bottle he had stolen from the street stall from his pocket, and ecstatically tidied it in his hand.

"Little Chicken Man, 'Master' will take you today."

Hao Huai made up his mind, took two steps at a time, walked behind the chicken man, stretched out his left hand and pressed his head on the willow trunk. Then, Hao Huai used his right hand to grab the sterling silver snuff bottle and flipped his hand behind him. Those few strokes were exactly the same as the police catching a thief.

"Who is looking for trouble?"

The chicken man looked panicked, but because Hao Huai was pressed from behind on the willow trunk, he couldn't see clearly whether he was plainclothes behind him.

"Boy, I actually steal something in broad daylight. Go to the police station with me." Hao Huai had already planned, and was talking to the chicken man in a plainclothes tone.

The little chicken man turned his eyes and then said to Hao Huai behind him: "Brother, you are my biological brother. I beg you to let me go, and this thing belongs to you."

"Stop doing this with me."

Hao Huai felt that the weak little chicken man could not run away, so he simply let go of his hand pressed on his head, then pulled his arm and threatened him to take him to the police station to make a record.

Seeing that the little chicken man was begging for mercy, he suddenly lay on the ground and hugged Hao Huai's legs and sobbed: "Hero, I have an eighty mother above and a child under term. You can pity me and treat me as a fart."

"Don't worry about your mother or wife and children, I've bought it all, just go to the prison to eat steamed buns."

Hao Huai looked down at the little chicken man on the ground with a smirk on his face. It was obvious that his tricks were not worthy of Hao Huai at all. Compared with a thief and a gangster, Hao Huai stood up.

"Then you go and die."

After the chicken man finished speaking, he did not take out a weapon such as a murder weapon, but turned around and ran, hoping to get rid of Hao Huai's entanglement with speed. But as soon as he got up, Hao Huai's hand was already tightly grasping his neck.

"Hehe..." The chicken man smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, I can see that you are definitely not plainclothes. You have to be punished by the thief who put down plainclothes. You have to use your brothers. Can't you say it even if you say it?"

"You are the one who is ahead." Hao Huai said, let go of the chicken man, washed the red pen wrapped in the glaze wrapped in the newspaper from his pocket and placed it in front of the chicken man.

"Blue underglaze red pen washing, a fine item from famous kilns in Jiadao dynasties." The chicken man only glanced at it and said the type and age of pen washing, but then a very strange smile appeared on his face: "Brother, do you want me to help you repair the broken leg?"

"That's right." Hao Huai was secretly happy with the ability of the chicken man, but his face looked righteous. He believed that he would definitely let the chicken man submit.

"You can send me to the police station. I would rather go to jail than help you fix this."

The chicken man gritted his teeth and looked at Hao Huai with great determination. This made Hao Huai a little curious. He didn't expect that such a cautious and savvy person would be willing to go to jail than to repair the pen and wash it.

"Why?"

"I admit that it's wrong for me to steal something, but if you ask me to fix it, isn't it also a lie to me? I don't do anything like this kind of immoral thing."

The chicken man looked at Hao Huai and sneered. Perhaps in his opinion, Hao Huai was just a guy who couldn't make it in the antiques business and wanted to take advantage of some tricks to do something cheating.

"Oh! You thief boy taught me a lesson. You didn't ask you kid to lie, what are you afraid of?" Hao Huai couldn't help feeling a little surprised when he saw the little chicken man's righteous words, which made him even more want to understand why he was unwilling to be aphored for himself.

"It is an extremely unethical thing to do, and this is what my grandfather told me when he was dying."

Although the chick man still looked firm on his face, Hao Huai obviously felt a hint of sadness mixed in it, and there should be a special story behind it.

"Is your family's downfall immortal because of being old?" Hao Huai said, and looked at the chicken man. He found that the sadness on the chicken man's face suddenly became sad.

"It seems you came to me on purpose, and it's nothing to tell you."

After the story of the little chicken man, Hao Huai realized that his wretched grandfather was a strange man. He was a top master in calligraphy and painting in his twenties. When he was thirty, he also reached the peak of his old porcelain making, but the old man was noble by nature and never made profits for this. He even settled in a mountain village in the remote suburbs of Taipei City in order to get rid of others' harassment.

The old man has all his skills, and his children live up to expectations and become a famous calligrapher and painter of a generation, but he always accompanied the old man to live in the mountain village. Not long after, the chicken man was born.

The chicken man can be said to have grown up with the eyes and is very passionate about old age, so he had some superficial business at the age of twelve or thirteen, but the good times did not last long.

One day, a friend of grandfather's life and death came to the door. The old man knew that the friend was in trouble and had no choice but to make a fake painting for his friend against his will. Later, he learned that the friend offended the man and lost his life. He felt heartbroken and felt that he had harmed his friend. Not long after, he himself died of persecution because of this incident. The wretched father was implicated and framed and went to prison, and died soon after.

Wei Zuo is 18 years old this year, one year younger than Hao Huai. He has been dependent on his mother in a broken house in the mountain village and lives a pitch life, but he has never been a thing of the past.

After the little chicken man finished telling, two tears fell on his face. After wiping his nose, he sobbed: "So even if I die, I will not make old for anyone, including myself."
Chapter completed!