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Chapter 87 [Which wicked child is this? 】

Bang bang! Bang bang bang!

Lying on the bed, I was confused and heard the sound of slippers kicking the door. Following me was my mother's loud voice: "...Xiaojing! It's time to get up yet! Waiting for me to feed you breakfast? Order it! The pancakes are almost cold!" I agreed casually, rubbed my eyes and looked at the watch, and reluctantly got up from the sticky mat, stretched, stepped on the slippers and took the basin, towel, toothbrush, and toothbrush, and walked slowly to the yard.

"Hu..." I took a deep breath of fresh air in the morning, looked up at the sky, looked at the ground, and began to brush my teeth and wash. The feeling of having money is different. Compared to the past, I feel that the sky is so blue, the grass is so green, and the toothpaste is so fragrant. Although things are as before, everything seems to suddenly become colorful, making me full of energy.

The east door of Zou Yue'e's house sounded, and Grandma Zou, carrying a light green plastic basket, stepped out of the house, "Oh, Xiao Jing got up?"

I nodded politely: "Hello Grandma Zou, what are you doing?"

Grandma Zou said oh, pointing northwest: "Go to Hepingmen Vegetable Market to buy some chicken wings, and bring a few bottles of Erguotou. Yue'e called last night and said she would go home today. Humph, if she didn't buy her wine in advance, she might blame me." Zou Yue'e has been on a business trip for more than two weeks, and it's time to go back to Beijing.

Suddenly, the door of the north house was pushed open. My mother, who heard our conversation, walked out of the house and smiled, "When is Xiao Zou? Why don't I make two more dishes at night, and you and Xiao Zou can come to me?" My parents didn't like Zou Yue'e very much. In addition to the conflict in the bathing in the south house, both of us must have a grudge against each other. However, the grudges are still a grudge, and the relationship between the face must be sufficient, which is the so-called right and wrong, and the face is not in line with each other.

"Xiao Cui, don't be polite." Grandma Zou sighed for some reason: "Yue'e didn't say how long she got home. Listening to her words, it seemed like she had messed up the matter this time on a business trip."

My mother made a worried expression: "Oh, I haven't heard of it, is it serious?"

"She didn't tell me, alas, I don't know what's going on." Grandma Zou shook her head and said, "I won't say anything anymore, I'll go buy vegetables first."

My mother said, "Don't worry, Xiao Zou is smart and knows how to do things, and will not have big problems." I wanted to go with my mother. I am as sleek as Aunt Zou, so I should not be able to make a big disaster.

"I hope."

When I entered my parents' northern room, I took a sip of the smell of soy milk floating in the air and wanted to go to the table to have dinner. Unexpectedly, before I could sit down, my father's eyes were staring at my eyes. I was seen for a while. Before I could ask, I had a slap, and a duck-mouthed walnut was thrown onto the round table by my dad, "...This was taken out from under your bed when you swept the floor last night. Humph, don't tell me that walnuts are not antiques!"

I uh a little, and lied, "I didn't buy this, I got it from my classmates." I thought to myself, maybe I didn't pay attention when I was looking for walnuts last time, and one fell under the bed.

"Eat first." My mother stuffed the spoon into my hand and glanced at my dad: "I said it wasn't he who bought it for money. Who doesn't buy walnuts one by one? How can you pick a single one? Cut, you don't believe it, don't you just want to let go?" He took off the sesame skin from the sesame, and put it into his mouth and chewed it: "Yes, your dad said that you were not allowed to touch antiques with Xiao Jing, but our dad was referring to making money with antiques in business, not to touch them. Humph, you are just doing formalism."

Dad's face turned dark: "You say it again?"

Seeing that he was anxious, my mother rolled her eyes and bit the baked cake without saying anything.

My dad reached out to pick up the duckbill walnut, threw it on the sofa, and looked at me: "...A messy thing, don't take it home in the future, take it short, eat people's hands, eat people's mouths, do you understand?"

"knew."

In fact, with the direct contact with antiques and cultural relics these days, I have become more and more understanding of my grandfather and father's words. The various miscalculations from collection to auction of Yuan blue and white jars made me deeply aware of my shortcomings and immaturity, and I also felt the thrillingness of the antique industry. It is more risky than any industry. For example, two days ago, if I was not careful, I would pass by a huge sum of millions of dollars and owe a large amount of compensation. From heaven to hell, it may only take a few minutes.

Time catches you off guard and cannot predict. It is not very appropriate to make a metaphor. It is like gambling. If you don’t quit for a day, you won’t know whether you win or lose. So, before you make enough money and stop, I still don’t plan to tell my parents about my antiques. If relatives and friends can hide it, you must hide it. In this way, even if you lose everything one day, I will still be that ordinary college student. In the eyes of my parents, everything has never changed.

It's great to lose pressure.

After drinking a sip of soy milk that was not very thick, I leaned on my chin and began to consider the following money-making plan.

Where can I find a bargain? Is there any incident that I haven’t remembered?

"Don't turn the table around, what's the best thing about singing and dancing shows? Look at the news!" My mother grabbed the remote control and pressed it a few times.

As the picture turned, the sweet voice of the female host popped up from the screen: "... Recently, a Yuan blue and white pot that was repaired and seriously damaged after being repeatedly damaged was sold at the special auction of Hanhai porcelain. It is said that the jar was glued and repaired from a fragmented state, but its transaction price was beyond everyone's expectations, reaching an astonishing 1.35 million yuan, causing an uproar in all sectors of society. This auction price also raised the value of the Yuan blue and white pot to a new height. It can be foreseeable that the future ancient porcelain market..."

My mother swallowed the pancake in her mouth and curled her lips and said, "Why are this broken thing so valuable?"

"Scarcity is precious." My father said: "Well, there is no report on TV news, but I read the newspaper that the person who sent Yuan blue and white porcelain to Hanhai for auction seemed to be a child who was still in school?"

"Child?" The mother immediately showed a very unbalanced appearance: "Who is so lucky for the unethical child? Can he get more than one million things?"

I coughed, "Mom, let's talk about something else, what should we eat tonight?"

My mother turned her head and glared at me: "I said Yuan blue and white tweed, what does it have to do with you? Let's eat your meal."

I sweat, why has nothing to do with me?

The unethical child you are talking about is me!

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