Chapter 35: The neighbor’s suspicion (1)
Getting Rich is Hard? My Supermarket Connects Time!
Chapter 035: The neighbor’s suspicion (1)
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Not long after, Dai Wangnian arrived. The weather was too hot, and his bald head was dripping with sweat. When he wiped it with a tissue, it left bits of paper stuck to his skin.
Dai Hengxin opened the door for him, handed him a clean wet towel, and told him to wash his face in the bathroom.
When Dai Wangnian came out, he no longer looked so disheveled, and his breathing had steadied.
Seeing Xiao Yingchun and the gold ingot on the table, Dai Wangnian grinned broadly. “Little Xiao, impressive!”
Xiao Yingchun only smiled without replying.
This time, Dai Wangnian didn’t spend long examining it. He put down the magnifying glass and the gold ingot, nodding. “It’s real.”
Dai Hengxin promptly paid 3.2 million.
Xiao Yingchun had achieved her goal and was ready to take her leave.
But Dai Hengxin stopped her. “I’ll give you a ride.”
“No need, I’ll just call a cab,” Xiao Yingchun tried to refuse.
But Dai Hengxin, without leaving room for argument, lifted the sports bag. “Carrying this thing, and you dare to take a taxi? What were you thinking?”
Xiao Yingchun said, “Then I’ll trouble you.”
Originally, Dai Wangnian had been sitting and drinking tea, but as soon as he heard those words, he immediately realized there must be something valuable inside that bag.
His eyes lit up, and he looked eagerly at Dai Hengxin, then at the bag.
Dai Hengxin pretended not to notice his uncle’s expression, asked him to watch the shop, and then left with Xiao Yingchun.
When Xiaomei saw Dai Wangnian come over, she knew for sure there was something valuable inside, and that the boss hadn’t been confident about it, so he’d called someone for confirmation.
Who would have thought, before long, Dai Hengxin himself personally drove Xiao Yingchun, even going so far as to open the car door for her. That only made Xiaomei even more certain.
When Dai Hengxin had finished seeing Xiao Yingchun off, arranged to pick her up later for dinner, and returned to the shop, Dai Wangnian’s eyes were wide as saucers, his face full of curiosity.
“What exactly is that treasure? To even make you drive her back yourself?”
Dai Hengxin hesitated for a moment. “It’s a lacquerware* piece inlaid with gold and silver filigree and mother-of-pearl.”
After a pause, he added, “Made of agarwood.”
Dai Wangnian’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “!!! Something that fine, and you didn’t call me over to take a look?”
Dai Hengxin glanced at his uncle. “She wasn’t planning to sell it. And besides, even if she dared to sell it, would you or I dare to buy it?”
Dai Wangnian fell silent.
Although he was obsessed with ancient relics, he knew very well there were red lines that couldn’t be crossed.
Puzzled, Dai Wangnian crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back on the rosewood sofa as he looked at Dai Hengxin. “Just what’s that little girl’s background? How could she possibly have so many good things in her hands?”
Dai Hengxin thought for a moment. “She’s from my grandfather’s village. Her family ran a small convenience shop. Last year, her parents died in a car accident…”
He briefly explained the bits of information he had managed to pry from his grandfather.
Dai Wangnian understood at once. “There’s no way these things were left to her by her parents. So where did they come from?”
Dai Hengxin wanted to know that too. “I even told her I’d take her out for lunch today. Could you help me look at the shop?”
Dai Wangnian, burning with excitement, didn’t care whether it was beneath the dignity of a Doctoral Supervisor* to mind the store.
If she’s willing to sell you something, as long as it doesn’t cross the line, pay her a good price. If you’re stingy, there won’t be a next time.”
Dai Hengxin chuckled. “I know…”
If that wasn’t what he had in mind, why would he have handed over 3.2 million without a second thought? After all, antiques are different from other things. The more of the same item that exists, the less valuable it becomes.
Dai Hengxin opened the door for him, handed him a clean wet towel, and told him to wash his face in the bathroom.
When Dai Wangnian came out, he no longer looked so disheveled, and his breathing had steadied.
Seeing Xiao Yingchun and the gold ingot on the table, Dai Wangnian grinned broadly. “Little Xiao, impressive!”
Xiao Yingchun only smiled without replying.
This time, Dai Wangnian didn’t spend long examining it. He put down the magnifying glass and the gold ingot, nodding. “It’s real.”
Dai Hengxin promptly paid 3.2 million.
Xiao Yingchun had achieved her goal and was ready to take her leave.
But Dai Hengxin stopped her. “I’ll give you a ride.”
“No need, I’ll just call a cab,” Xiao Yingchun tried to refuse.
But Dai Hengxin, without leaving room for argument, lifted the sports bag. “Carrying this thing, and you dare to take a taxi? What were you thinking?”
Xiao Yingchun said, “Then I’ll trouble you.”
Originally, Dai Wangnian had been sitting and drinking tea, but as soon as he heard those words, he immediately realized there must be something valuable inside that bag.
His eyes lit up, and he looked eagerly at Dai Hengxin, then at the bag.
Dai Hengxin pretended not to notice his uncle’s expression, asked him to watch the shop, and then left with Xiao Yingchun.
When Xiaomei saw Dai Wangnian come over, she knew for sure there was something valuable inside, and that the boss hadn’t been confident about it, so he’d called someone for confirmation.
Who would have thought, before long, Dai Hengxin himself personally drove Xiao Yingchun, even going so far as to open the car door for her. That only made Xiaomei even more certain.
When Dai Hengxin had finished seeing Xiao Yingchun off, arranged to pick her up later for dinner, and returned to the shop, Dai Wangnian’s eyes were wide as saucers, his face full of curiosity.
“What exactly is that treasure? To even make you drive her back yourself?”
Dai Hengxin hesitated for a moment. “It’s a lacquerware* piece inlaid with gold and silver filigree and mother-of-pearl.”
*Lacquerware: decorative or functional items made with lacquer coating.
-mother of pearl
-gold filigree
-silver filigree
After a pause, he added, “Made of agarwood.”
Dai Wangnian’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “!!! Something that fine, and you didn’t call me over to take a look?”
Dai Hengxin glanced at his uncle. “She wasn’t planning to sell it. And besides, even if she dared to sell it, would you or I dare to buy it?”
Dai Wangnian fell silent.
Although he was obsessed with ancient relics, he knew very well there were red lines that couldn’t be crossed.
Puzzled, Dai Wangnian crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back on the rosewood sofa as he looked at Dai Hengxin. “Just what’s that little girl’s background? How could she possibly have so many good things in her hands?”
Dai Hengxin thought for a moment. “She’s from my grandfather’s village. Her family ran a small convenience shop. Last year, her parents died in a car accident…”
He briefly explained the bits of information he had managed to pry from his grandfather.
Dai Wangnian understood at once. “There’s no way these things were left to her by her parents. So where did they come from?”
Dai Hengxin wanted to know that too. “I even told her I’d take her out for lunch today. Could you help me look at the shop?”
Dai Wangnian, burning with excitement, didn’t care whether it was beneath the dignity of a Doctoral Supervisor* to mind the store.
“Remember this, kid—she definitely has more treasures on her. Mind your words, don’t offend her.*Do you still remember? Dai Wangnian is Doctoral Supervisor in Cultural Relic Authentication at Beicheng University.
If she’s willing to sell you something, as long as it doesn’t cross the line, pay her a good price. If you’re stingy, there won’t be a next time.”
Dai Hengxin chuckled. “I know…”
If that wasn’t what he had in mind, why would he have handed over 3.2 million without a second thought? After all, antiques are different from other things. The more of the same item that exists, the less valuable it becomes.
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