Chapter 83

That night, the three brothers and sisters of the Tang family returned to Haimen from Shengjing.

The two cities are not far apart and take less than two hours by highway.

Shengjing is the economic center of the country, with abundant resources and broad development prospects. It is a battleground for military strategists.

But Haimen is different. Haimen has belonged to one family - the Tang family for hundreds of years.

Tang's industry supports one-third of Haimen's population, and he is known as the "Uncrowned Emperor" of Haimen. It can be said that without Tang's family, Haimen would be an ordinary second-tier city, and its economy would not be able to develop so fast.

The three brothers and sisters came to the antique Falling Star House.

"Ah! Miss! When did you come back?!"

The old man in his sixties who came to greet them excitedly was Master Tong, the manager here.

He is the youngest son of Tang Wanting's wet nurse. He and Lao Wan grew up playing together and had such a close relationship that they were inseparable.

Lao Tong doesn't have any big ambitions. Even though Lao Wan's driver has listened to Lao Wan's calls every day and bought three houses in Shengjing, he is not interested in career. If you don't get married and don't have children, you'll just stay alone in this Falling Star Studio, spending all your time with jade stones, watching the falling clouds and falling flowers.

"Uncle Tong, how are you doing lately? Do your legs still hurt when it rains? Is your asthma better? How are you using the medicine I asked Asu to send you a while ago?"

Tang Qiaoer's bright eyes were crescent, and she held Lao Tong's arm affectionately.

"Okay, okay, everything is fine... But all the good things are not as good as having you back!" Old Tong was so happy that he burst into tears.

"Actually, I came here this time to ask you something..."

Tang Qiaoer sighed quietly and got straight to the point, "I have a good friend who gave me a gift, but I broke it.

I was afraid that he would be sad if he found out, so I thought. . . . . . Make one exactly the same. "

"What is it?"

Tang Qiaoer pursed her red lips, carefully took out a retro jewelry bag, and took out the jade bracelet fragments from it.

"Oh! This is the best material. Now there is no one like this out of a thousand. What a pity!" Old Tong was so addicted to jade that he felt heartbroken when he saw it broken into pieces.

"I also know that this material is rare to find in a century, but I still want to... give it a try. How many unopened materials do you have here now?" Tang Qiaoer asked.

"More than five hundred."

"I'm on all cylinders tonight."

"Poof!" Lao Tong almost spit out blood.