On the other side, Fatty, who had just returned, immediately found a bed for Mu Feng. He looked at Mu Feng like he was looking at a treasure.
From the conversation between Mu Feng and Big Golden Tooth, the items that he thought were simple and worthless were worth tens of thousands after Mu Feng's explanation.
Knowledge was money.
Of course, Fatty still had to deal with Old Hu.
However, as a fatty who had lived a difficult life together, he understood Old Hu's weakness very well. He could slowly bring Old Hu into his business step by step.
That was to go to the place where they had gone to the countryside to collect old items.
He could also take a look at those people from back then.
For example, the old secretary.
Mu Feng, who was lying on the bed, also relaxed. He was finally about to face grave robbing.
His own system would also come into play.
Suddenly, Old Hu asked Mu Feng.
"Why haven't I heard you mention this before? You actually know antiques?”
Fatty, who heard the voice, looked at Mu Feng.
He also wanted to know. In his memory, those who knew this industry should be older.
After all, the people Fatty saw in the Antique City were all middle-aged men.
"Didn't you say that you should listen more, see more, and speak less?”
Hearing Mu Feng's reply, Old Hu was also shocked. Did he say that before?
It seemed like he did. At that time, Mu Feng had been asking him about Feng Shui every day. That was why he had told Mu Feng this last sentence. He wanted to stop Mu Feng from asking him about Feng Shui.
After all, Mu Feng had almost emptied all the memories in her mind.
Now that he thought about it, Mu Feng was very interested in Feng Shui tombs.
Could it be that he had long yearned for grave robbing?
Suddenly, Old Hu asked Mu Feng.
"Then how many stories do you remember?”
"There should be at least seven or eight floors." Mu Feng replied.
Fatty, who was beside them, perked up after hearing this. He asked the two of them directly," Tell me what story you have." Old Hu, that's not right. You actually didn't tell me.”
"Sleep." Old Hu only gave Fatty two words.
Fatty, who had been rejected, turned to look at Mu Feng.
However, Mu Feng was also sleeping with his head buried in the pillow.
Fatty, who had wanted to wake Mu Feng up, thought that Mu Feng was his precious treasure now. The value of the things he kept would depend on Mu Feng.
Fatty couldn't vent his anger, so he said loudly.
"Alright, the two of you ate, drank, and lived in my house, but you still hid it from me.”
However, Fatty, who did not receive a response, snorted.
Then, she lay down on the bed and covered her head with the blanket, as if she did not want to hear anything.
The three of them gradually fell asleep.
The next day, the three of them woke up with the sound of the rooster crowing in the courtyard house.
As soon as he woke up, Fatty began to plan how to go and collect the old items.
But before that, he had to have money.
Following Fatty's suggestion, the three of them took out all the money in their hands. At the same time, Fatty also decided to sell the tape and the cart at a low price today.
However, when Mu Feng took out the envelope, the two people beside him were shocked.
There were two thousand dollars hidden in the bulging envelope.
"I didn't expect Mu Feng to be the richest among the three of us.”
At this moment, Fatty calculated that he could only pay a few hundred yuan at most.
Old Hu was the same.
In the end, he realized that Mu Feng had the most funds for this operation.
However, Fatty and Old Hu knew the local people.
On the contrary, Mu Feng was a stranger.
After that, Fatty suggested that the three of them buy a television and some scattered fruit candy to go to the village where they had gone to the countryside.
In Fatty's words, if you want to produce, you have to invest first.
Moreover, even if he couldn't do well, he had to at least do well and not let the villagers worry.
After two days, the three of them got on the train with the things and took the donkey cart to gradually approach the village.
However, after delivering the items, the three of them heard a piece of bad news. It was that a large tomb nearby had been shaken out by an earthquake recently.
The higher-ups had sent an archaeological team here to conduct a protective excavation.
After learning that there were bottles and jars picked up from the river in the nearby villages, he was shocked.
He gave out food stamps and took everything away, including the vegetable jars used to preserve vegetables in each courtyard.
Mu Feng also took the opportunity to make use of Fatty and Old Hu's relationship to become familiar with the village.
Although they did not reach their goal, the three of them stayed in the village.
As the rooster crowed at the village entrance, Old Hu, who had woken up early, got off the kang.
She put on her clothes and went to the stream at the foot of the hill outside.
However, he did not realize that just as he got up to leave, Mu Feng, who was lying down, also got up and took a look at Fatty, who was still sleeping soundly.
Soon, Mu Feng, who had finished putting on his clothes, walked outside and looked at Old Hu, who was observing him.
As Mu Feng approached, Old Hu sensed something and turned his head.
"Madman, do you still remember the story I told you?”
"I know, Dead Man's Valley. There should be a warehouse nearby. Are you planning to go there?”Mu Feng replied.
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