He had never planned to develop such a hobby in his life.
However, if he had the chance in the future, he could plant some red sandalwood and yellow rosewood trees in the game farm. When they were mature, he could find someone to make a batch of furniture and give the old lady a new recliner.
As for now, he would just make do with it.
Hearing Chen Zhengyu's words, even the older woman looked up.
Her face was full of disdain.
Getting married and buying old furniture?
Such a good-looking girl was really blind.
"The old furniture is at the end. There are people there.”
The younger woman pointed inside and ignored him.
Seeing this, Chen Zhengyu was not annoyed.
This was the norm for service staff nowadays.
They were all comrades, and there was no distinction between high and low occupations. In fact, many people envied their jobs.
"I'll go over and take a look. You don't have to accompany me.”
Chen Zhengyu stopped pulling Yang Fangfang.
After he left, the older woman couldn't help but speak.
"Sister, listen to me. This person can't live a proper life. Marriage is a lifetime event. Even if he has to sell everything, he has to buy some property.”
"Who knows who slept on these old furniture?”
When Yang Fangfang heard what the other party said, her face immediately turned red.
"Comrade, you've misunderstood. That's not my partner. I'm already married.”
This time, even the younger sister looked at her with a strange expression.
You're married, yet you're here to buy furniture with another man?
Moreover, from the way they interacted, it was obvious that they were not siblings.
Instantly, the two of them were ignited with the fire of gossip.
"That was my husband's younger brother. He just came to the city and isn't familiar with the roads, so I brought him here.”
Yang Fangfang hurriedly explained when she saw that their expressions were getting worse.
The younger sister was skeptical.
As for the older woman, she had a look that said,"I've already seen through you. Don't even think about fooling me."
After saying that, Yang Fangfang did not dare to stay any longer and hurriedly left.
However, that back view of his seemed somewhat pathetic.
The two waiters moved closer at the same time and began to talk in low voices.
On the other side, Chen Zhengyu came to the innermost part of the warehouse and saw a little old man sitting on a recliner. He was humming a tune and tapping his fingers on the armrest leisurely.
Behind him was a messy pile of furniture. It could be said that there were all kinds of furniture.
Moreover, judging from the thickness of the dust on it, it was obvious that no one had visited it for a while.
"Is there a better bed here?”Chen Zhengyu asked.
When the little old man heard the voice, he opened his eyes and sized him up.
?? "Little comrade, you've come to the wrong place. There's only old furniture here.”After sizing him up, the little old man said indifferently.
"I just want to buy old furniture, and it's best if it's a red sandalwood bed.”Chen Zhengyu went straight to the point.
"A red sandalwood bed?"
The little old man had a strange expression.
"Who told you that there are red sandalwood beds here? Do you think everyone is a fool who can't tell good from bad?”
"No?" Chen Zhengyu could not help but feel a little disappointed.
"Of course not. Not to mention a bed made of red sandalwood, we don't even have a bed made of old wood. However, there are two beds made of parasol wood. They are estimated to be thirty to fifty years old.”The little old man asked with a smile.
"But I heard that there are antique furniture here.”Chen Zhengyu said.
"You're here to pick up the loot? Little comrade, to tell you the truth, a few years ago, there might have been something like what you said, but now, it's definitely gone. Moreover, the old furniture here is at most from the Republic of China period. It's good-looking but useless.”The little old man explained.
There was no doubt that Chen Zhengyu had been deceived by the story again.
In his previous life, he had heard some stories from a friend who liked antiques. It was about a friendship store in Beijing in the 1970s and 1980s that specialized in selling antiques, and they were all authentic.
Currently, the Friendship Store was still closed.
Therefore, Chen Zhengyu instinctively felt that there should also be a department store.
However, he did not expect that he would make a fool of himself.
Since he didn't have the red sandalwood furniture he wanted, Chen Zhengyu naturally didn't want the so-called parasol wood bed. That thing would probably collapse if he stomped his feet hard.
However, just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly recalled the other party's subtle expression and firm expression. His heart stirred.
Moreover, the other party had just said that there was one a few years ago.
Where did he go now?
"Old sir, I'll have to trouble you to give me some pointers.”Chen Zhengyu said.
"Don't, I can't afford to be called mister. As for connections, I'm a person with half a foot in the coffin. What connections can I have?”
The little old man shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"Old sir, are you short of food?" Chen Zhengyu directly used his trump card.
In fact, there was no one who did not lack food these days.
"What's wrong? You have food? I'm already so old, and my teeth aren't good.”The smile on the little old man's face faded a little.
"I can get pumpkin and wheat.”Chen Zhengyu said.
If he had to spend money to buy it, he might feel heartache, but if he used food to exchange for it, he didn't feel anything. He even felt that he had earned it.
Even though he knew that food was more useful than money, he could not change his mindset.
This time, the little old man's expression turned completely serious.
He sized up Chen Zhengyu again.
However, looking at Chen Zhengyu's appearance, skin, and clothes, it was obvious that he was not from a rich family that had never suffered.
On the contrary, Chen Zhengyu's skin was somewhat rough.
This was because the Host used to live in the countryside all year round. She was exposed to the elements and could not be compared to a gigolo like Chen Weimin.
"Old sir, to tell you the truth, I just arrived in the city not long ago. The pumpkin was planted at home in the past, so I secretly kept a little more. The wheat has not been handed over, so it has not been ground into flour yet.”
Chen Zhengyu had an honest look on his face. He was as honest as he could be.
"Pumpkins? If you eat too much of them, you'll get angry easily. A few are enough. How much wheat can you get?”
The little old man moved closer, clearly moved.
With his connections, it was not difficult to process wheat into flour.
"How much do you want?"
Speaking of this, Chen Zhengyu was not afraid.
Even if he had not obtained the wheat seeds yet, he would have them sooner or later.
It was nothing more than a verbal advance.
It wouldn't be too late to plant them after two days.
The little old man did not answer immediately. Instead, he pondered for a moment before saying,""I can help you get a bed made of red sandalwood, but you should know that this kind of thing can be treated as a family heirloom. It can't be measured by money alone.”
Even though the little old man said that it couldn't be measured with money, it was clear that he was raising the price.
"Old sir, I got that bed to sleep. Don't give me any strange things. As for the era, the closer it is, the better.”Chen Zhengyu also voiced his thoughts.
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