Mo Weiming's gloomy face was in stark contrast to Shopkeeper Shi's bright face.
"Okay, it's almost time to go back. It's better to decide quickly how to deal with this thing."
He didn't answer and just urged Wu Hui to leave quickly. Of course she noticed his rare impatience, but she didn't know why.
"What's wrong...are you in a hurry? Didn't you just get here?"
The shopkeeper is very knowledgeable. He stood up, returned the bead to Wu Hui's hand, and said seriously: "Of course, I'm just telling you about the potential value of this thing. It's up to you how to do it."
Wu Hui turned to him and asked: "How about we take it first? Wait until someone comes to the door."
"Sell."
Mo Weiming's tone left no room for doubt.
"Ah? Why is this like this? Didn't you say you gave it to me, then..."
"Sell."
Mo Weiming repeated it, staring into her eyes and tapping the table with his finger.
"You are so fierce..."
Wu Hui whispered. It wasn't that she really felt how cruel Mo Weiming was, or how much she had been wronged, but she just didn't understand why Mo Weiming's attitude was tougher than before. In the past few months, she had never seen him behave like this. His usual smile had almost disappeared, and Wu Hui even felt a little strange when he realized this.
Perhaps sensing something was wrong in the atmosphere, the shopkeeper quickly walked around the table to smooth things over.
"Don't worry, you two. Well, although I said this may be a valuable item, but... I'm sorry, I don't accept it here."
The two of them turned their heads to look at him, with doubts in their eyes.
Then you've been doing nothing for a long time.
"Well, you two, please be patient. I'm not fooling you. What I said before is absolutely true. It's just that this kind of thing has a price but no market. Even if I offer a price you can accept, I don't know what to do. How can I find a home? I am running a small business and I can't afford the auction in Qianhua Lane. I can't deal with the beads in my hands. I don't mean to embarrass you two, but I don't want to say anything. Telling the truth will only cause trouble for yourself. Hmm... I suggest you hide your things elsewhere and pretend that you haven't discovered them before. When others come to you and insist that you don't know, they won't be able to do anything to you."
It's not a solution. This is a common comment made by both of them. Mo Weiming was obviously not satisfied with this proposal.
"It's better to store it with you. You open an order and quote the storage fee."
Wu Hui reminded him: "Well, if I lose it later, I won't be able to use it as evidence to the police..."
"It is to testify for people in the industry. If it circulates, it will affect credibility."
Shopkeeper Shi raised his eyebrows, spread his hands and said, "You are really unkind. My temple is small and there is no room for such a hot potato."
"It's already a mess, not much worse than this."
"Well, I admit that the house is indeed not tidy, but I know where everything is placed. I can find it when the time comes, and there is no need to spend a lot of time organizing it. But for the clam beads, you two should still It’s better to keep it yourself.”
Mo Weiming stared at him without saying a word. The shopkeeper seemed to understand.
"Don't worry, even if you are an old customer like Ouyang, I will not reveal any punctuation marks in today's conversation. Small businesses also have principles. Even the fact that you have been here belongs to the customer's privacy. Although you have nothing There’s no consumption.”
"It's hard to say," Mo Weiming said reluctantly, "This matter itself can be tradable information, right?"
"Hiss. You are not in this business, right?" The shopkeeper blinked, "So professional?"
Mo Weiming sneered, but did not laugh out loud, but Wu Hui also heard a burst of disdain blowing past his ears. Mo Weiming took out his wallet, pulled out a stack of banknotes, and slapped it on the table without blinking.
There are no numbers. Wu Hui was stunned.
"You make me feel so strange..."
The shopkeeper was unmoved. He responded calmly: "I'm not that kind of person."
Just as he was talking, the little girl with black hair from before appeared out of nowhere. She still looked at the two of them warily. In order to keep a distance from them, she almost leaned against the table, brushed her body all the way, and walked away with the banknotes on the table as if nothing had happened. Then she turned around suddenly and quickly disappeared behind a pile of debris.
"cough."
The shopkeeper's expression was a little stiff, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "In short, you can put ten thousand hearts in your belly. To say the least, even if you go to other places, people will tell you that this is a fake and you will get enough." You don’t even recognize my private pocket. I have a thief’s heart but not the courage to do such an unconscionable thing and smash my own brand.”
I don’t know if that girl was taught by him, but the money was given out anyway. If he accepts the money, Mo Weiming may not feel at ease, but if he doesn't accept it, he will definitely feel uneasy. This kind of silent guarantee has no legal effect, but it has the unique sophistication and hint of a businessman. No wonder the shopkeeper made that joke. But Wu Hui didn't see any clues in all this.
"Then, I'll keep it for now." Wu Hui said, "If Qiwen really asks, I'll say it's worth a small amount of money."
"If you have nothing to do, just leave quickly. There are no windows here, so it's very boring." Mo Weiming said.
Don’t you like to open windows at home? Wu Hui swallowed these words.
"Yes. I just made two friends today, and I don't charge money for any small things. Appraisal of treasures, pawning, consecration, seeking talismans, fortune telling, dream interpretation, buying news reports, reading Feng Shui, repairing machinery, giving gifts to children We can do anything like naming it.”
"Ah! I almost forgot, talking about dream interpretation..."
Mo Weiming regretted mentioning that. He should give up his politeness and just drag Wu Hui away. But dream interpretation was one of the purposes of her trip, so it would be inappropriate to interrupt her again.
What's more, this discomfort can only be regarded as his personal problem.
He sighed heavily and turned his head away to make a useless attempt to cover up. When working in a hospital, he and his colleagues were the type to sort everything into categories, so this level of chaos was unbearable. While Wu Hui was telling the shopkeeper about his dream yesterday, he wanted to go somewhere else, at least he wouldn't have to glance at these dazzling dials with his peripheral vision.
Mo Weiming walked to the large grandfather clock. Behind was Wu Hui, who opened a corner of the curtain. She didn't know what she saw. However, he had no interest and was not very polite in front of his master. He turned and walked toward the other wall that they hadn't paid much attention to. There are several large standing cabinets here, the style is somewhat similar to those left by the antique dealer, and many exhibits are displayed on them. The light here is a bit dark, but it's enough.
This place can be regarded as the neatest place in the whole house, at least everything is placed on the shelves. At first glance, it seems to be very high-end, but upon closer inspection, there is nothing unusual. The porcelain products include several vases, tea sets, and a porcelain doll. The workmanship of the doll is a bit rough and the coloring is uneven, but the blue and white porcelain snuff bottle on the side is very exquisite, which is a bit interesting.
There are many small wooden ornaments, among which a small wooden house is the most exquisite. There is a windmill on it, which should be a mill. There were also several wooden spoons, building blocks, wooden combs, and small jars, all covered with dust. He didn't know what they were for. The largest wooden product is a music box over a foot long. How did he know what the huanghuali wood-veneered box was? Of course, I opened the cover and saw the metal structure inside. But there was some rust, and he didn't think it still made a pleasant sound.
More metalwork. The small ones include gears, screws, buttons, badges, pins, batteries, etc. I don’t know where to disassemble the parts. There are also lighting objects such as copper candlesticks and portable iron oil lamps, and even luxuries such as flashlights. A light bulb was placed haphazardly in a small grid. The tungsten filaments were all burned out and most likely had to be replaced. Other daily necessities include copper irons, iron scissors, and hand warmers. There are also things that cultivate sentiments. There is a pure silver tripod-shaped double-eared small incense burner. It looks silver and has no rust at all. Maybe it's not made of pure silver, but some kind of alloy. There is also a golden bowl, which is definitely not pure gold.
Mo Weiming suddenly tripped over something, but luckily he didn't fall. If I hit the cabinet, I'm afraid it will be hit by the debris on it for a quarter of an hour. What he encountered was a sewing machine, which was still trembling slightly because of its lack of balance. There was a stack of money on the table of the sewing machine, and two stacked enamel basins were placed on the footrest, which was also buzzing.
What was even more bizarre was that he actually saw a bicycle leaning aside.
Not to mention why the grocery store owner could afford this rare vehicle—it even had a license plate—Mo Weiming was even more curious about why it appeared in a room on the second floor of a building.
He raised his head and saw an open birdcage hanging in front of him. The dark bird stared at him with its small dark eyes, tilting its head, alert to death. He did not provoke it and retreated silently.
Wu Hui finally finished chatting with the shopkeeper, but judging from her expression, it seemed that she did not get a satisfactory answer. But it doesn't matter, he just wants to get out of here quickly. What made him unhappy was actually not only the messy layout and the shopkeeper who talked about things, but also the topics mentioned by the shopkeeper. He wanted to talk to Wu Hui for a while after leaving here.
Before leaving, Wu Hui paid attention to the number on the grandfather clock. It was half past twelve, which was the time to have lunch. After saying goodbye to the shopkeeper, he left the corridor and walked down the stairs. Around the corner, she saw the girl looking curiously at the railing again. Wu Hui waved to her and said goodbye, while Mo Weiming just hugged her.
The fresh air is so nostalgic, and the cold temperature is so real. When the natural light passed through the lenses and fell into Mo Weiming's eyes, he felt a touch of death and resurrection. Everything in front of me is kind and strange. The streets are still empty, there are no people around, and even the angle of the sunlight seems to be the same as when I left.
He frowned quickly.
He pulled Wu Hui's left wrist without permission. When his eyes met the dial, the hands just passed twelve o'clock.
"What are you doing?" Wu Hui withdrew her hand angrily, "I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time. You've always been so rude to ladies. You're even so rude to the little girl in the pawn shop."
The look in Mo Weiming's eyes made her tremble.
"What little girl? Isn't there only the male shopkeeper there from beginning to end?"
