gifted collector

Chapter 25 Tens of millions!

"Heh~~~~ This set of things is worth money?"

Fang Ming really wanted to kick Zhao Huo to death at this time, and at this time he asked himself if this set of things was worth money?

This set of things is not only valuable, but also worth a lot of money!
you still need to ask?

The belongings of the poor man's family, but they did not expect to be so valuable!

"Sixth Uncle, you can just wait for the delicious and spicy food in the future. If you are willing to sell this set of things, you will pay more in your lifetime. No, your son's lifetime will not be enough."

Zhao Huo's eyes widened, and he said after a while, "How much is it worth?"

"Several millions."

"Huh? How much is it?"

Zhao Huo was still holding a wet cloth in his hand, but he shook his hand and threw it to the ground when he was frightened.

Fang Ming looked at it, pointed to the wet cloth, and said, "Uncle Six, your hands are shaking like this, you can't tell that you were once a master murderer."

How could Zhao Huo hear Fang Ming's words? His face was getting redder and redder, and soon he looked like a monkey's butt!
"Ow!!!!"

Suddenly, Zhao Huo let out a howl, first laughed, and then burst into tears.

"Well, hopefully it's just tears of joy and not madness!"

Fang Ming muttered to himself, but the room was filled with Zhao Huo's laughter and cries, which were immediately drowned out.

Of course Zhao Huo wasn't crazy, he just vented after suppressing it for too long. A man in his 40s, who has learned all about killing skills, can't even marry a wife?Why does he feel better?

Of course he had dreamed that one day he would make a fortune, but he never thought it would come true, but now this kind of thing happened to him!

That's why he cried and laughed!

Fang Ming understood why Zhao Huo was like this, because he was going through the same thing not long ago.

Therefore, he didn't interrupt Zhao Fang, but let him vent. As for Zhang Jiafang, she looked at Zhao Huo obsessively, and also didn't say a word. Choosing Zhao Huo meant a lot of pressure to her, which she also felt. How could it be possible not to know?Even not long ago, she did not hesitate to fall out in order to be able to be with Zhao Huo, why did she hope so?

The previous bowl cleared away the last obstacle to his marriage with Zhao Huo, and the set of tableware in front of him made Zhao Huo have a huge amount of wealth, and he lived a worry-free life from now on.Of course, what is more important is that Zhao Huo can straighten his back as a man.

Otherwise, even if she really married Zhao Huo, because her family is very rich, Zhao Huo would probably just keep a low voice—although that was her father, but as Zhao Huo's wife, she didn't want to see such a situation. matter.

After all, Zhao Huo was a soldier who had received strict training. Although he was extremely agitated, he quickly calmed down.Wiping away the tears that came out, she turned to Fang Ming and said, "Fang Ming, sell it for me."

After hesitating for a while, Fang Ming reminded, "Uncle Six, this is the only thing your mother left behind, so you just sold it?"

"Well, let's sell it. We need money to live. I don't think my mother can ask me to eat without eating, but I must pass this thing down as a family heirloom?"

Zhang Jiafang immediately said, "Zhao Huo, since this thing is passed down from the family, why not sell it?"

The set of things in front of him was the only thing left by his mother, and Zhao Huo was unwilling to sell it in his heart, but if he didn't sell himself, where would he get money?How to support myself and Zhang Jiafang, and of course the children in the future.

So, Zhao Huo shook his head and said firmly: "Sell this thing, and then buy a better one. With this sum of money, I can open a store selling military products in a town or county. What can we do if we keep the stuff? It’s impossible to use it normally, and it’s useless to keep it. Even if Izumi knew it, my mother wouldn’t say anything. Besides, she kept this thing for my wedding. Now that I have found my wife, this thing has fulfilled its mission."

Zhang Guifang blushed and said nothing.

It has always been Zhao Huo's goal to open a store that sells military products—military supplies. Fang Ming naturally understood, nodded, and said, "Okay, no problem."

In the villages and towns near Dashi Village, there are of course people who collect antiques, but after all, they don’t have strong financial resources, so the people who play antiques here are just doing small things. The set of things in front of them is worth tens of millions, definitely not Ordinary people are willing to pay this money, and as far as he knows, there are no such awesome buyers in the village or nearby towns.

Therefore, it can only be taken back to Ningdong City.

"Uncle Six, how about this, I'll go back to Ningdong City in a while, you go back with me, and bring your things with you."

"Oh, Fang Ming, I won't go, you just take the things away, can't I still trust you?"

Zhao Huo absolutely believed in Fang Ming. To a certain extent, he had watched Fang Ming grow up, so he knew Fang Ming's character very well.

"Uncle Liu, you must go with me. This is not a matter of belief or disbelief, but only in this way to be safe. Think about it, we carry tens of millions of things with us, and one more person is always safer."

Zhao Huo still wanted to refuse, but was persuaded by Fang Ming in the end, and finally agreed to go with Fang Ming when he returned to Ningdong City.

Standing up, Fang Ming smiled and said, "Sixth Uncle, Sixth Aunt, I'm leaving first, you guys chat slowly, ha!"

Zhao Huo, especially Zhang Jiafang, blushed. Seeing this, Fang Ming laughed even more happily, and then left Zhao Huo's house.

Walking back through the night, Fang Ming was in a pretty good mood. Zhao Huo was his mentor, so the relationship was naturally very close. Now seeing that he was able to find a lover who could spend his life together, and that he was in the midst of their marriage It also played a big role in it, and this feeling is indeed quite wonderful.

When he got home, Fang Ming was surprised to find that his parents and Zhang Chengdong were still chatting in the yard.

"Hey, you guys haven't slept yet?"

Fang Ming pulled a chair and sat down beside him. Su Cui took a bowl and poured water and handed it over.

"What happened just now?"

His father, Fang Zhonghua, was talking, but Fang Ming noticed that Zhang Chengdong also had his ears up. Obviously, this was what he wanted to ask.

After drinking the water in the bowl in one breath, Fang Ming said, "Oh, Uncle Zhang, don't worry, your daughter has found you a good son-in-law!"

"Oh? What's wrong?"

Zhang Chengdong was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Fang Ming said that.

"Hey, my sixth uncle is no longer poor and short, but tall, handsome and rich."

Fang Ming briefly talked about the discovery of a whole set of antiques at Zhao Huo's house, and everyone was dumbfounded.

"This... how much is that worth?!"

Fang Ming raised four fingers, and Fang Zhonghua immediately said, "400 million? That's really a lot!"

"400 million?!"

Zhang Chengdong was stunned for a while, and then continued: "Okay...it seems that I can only admit that Fang Fang does have vision."

Fang Ming scratched his head and said, "Ah? Who said it was 400 million?"

"Oh? Isn't it 400 million? Is it 40? That's not bad. In fact, the previous 100 million is enough. Few of us have so much money in a few hundred miles."

Zhang Chengdong was not disappointed at all. In his opinion, it is very good for Zhao Huo to have 100 million yuan, which is enough for his daughter to live a happy life.

"400 million? 40? I said 4000 million!"

"Boom!"

Zhang Chengdong was startled, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", smashing it to pieces.

"What? What? 4000 million? You... what are you talking about?"

"Fang Ming!"

Fang Zhonghua glared at Fang Ming and said, "What are you talking about? 4000 million?!"

Not to mention Zhang Chengdong, even Fang Zhonghua didn't believe Fang Ming's words, he almost subconsciously felt that his son was lying!
"Zhao Huo has a set of tableware, a total of 28 pieces, each of which is no worse than the plate Liu Yangping bought before."

As soon as Fang Ming said these words, the courtyard suddenly fell silent, and no one spoke for a long time. After an unknown period of time, Zhang Chengdong stood up, but left without saying anything.

Looking at Zhang Chengdong's figure disappearing into the night, Fang Zhonghua shook his head and said, "Lao Zhang will be hit this time, and I'm afraid someone will gossip about him behind his back."

Fang Ming nodded lightly. There are many people like this in the village. If the news spread that Zhao Huo suddenly made a fortune, someone would gossip about Zhang Chengdong, saying that he didn't want his daughter to marry Zhao Huo before, but now Seeing that Zhao Huo became rich and willing, it is a typical example of disliking the poor and loving the rich.

"Don't worry too much, Zhao Huo won't say this foolishly."

……

It was late at night, and his parents had already gone to bed, but Fang Ming didn't feel sleepy at all, and all the tableware that he saw at Zhao Huo's before his eyes appeared.

The style of the tableware is almost the same as that of the plate sold before, and it seems to be from the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. The crux of the problem is that there are 28 pieces in total, which is really scary!

After sitting blankly for a long time, Fang Ming finally took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhou Yafang's number.

"Miss Avon."

"Fang Ming? What's the matter? You're still calling me so late?"

Zhou Yafang's voice came from his hand in a daze, and he seemed to be sleeping—this was not surprising at all, because it was already three o'clock in the morning.

"Sister, that Ming Yongle's..."

Before Fang Ming finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhou Yafang, saying, "What? I'm not sure? Anyway, I'm fine recently, why don't I go to your hometown tomorrow, and I can go to other places on the way back Take a look and see if there is anything good."

When Fang Ming heard this, he realized that Zhou Yafang had misunderstood, and quickly said, "Sister Yafang, that plate has already been sold for 100 million."

"100 million? It's ok. Ming Yongle's blue and white plate with entwined branches and lotus patterns is sold at such a price. After all, it is something from a folk kiln. Okay, go to bed early if you have nothing to do, and come back if you have something to say."

"Miss Avon!"

Fang Ming immediately yelled, he hadn't said what he wanted to say on the phone.

The other end of the phone was quiet for a while, and then Zhou Yafang's angry cry sounded:

"Ah!? Fang Ming, what are you doing so loudly? Do you know that it is 3 o'clock in the morning? It is shameful to lull people, especially beautiful women, to clear their dreams!"

Fang Ming put the phone away helplessly, and only dared to whisper after Zhou Yafang finished venting, "Sister Yafang, I found a set of porcelain from Ming Yongle, which seems to be even better than the blue and white plate with twining lotus patterns before. "

"Fang Ming, let me warn you, don't make a fuss, it's just an antique, old lady, I haven't seen anything? I understand that you are just starting out and get excited when you find an antique, but you can't base your happiness on my pain On top of that, well, that’s it for now, you should go to bed earlier, and we’ll talk about it when we come back.”

Seeing that his phone had been hung up, Fang Ming shook his head, he didn't dare to call Zhou Yafang again, judging from her reaction just now, if he called again, his fate would be miserable.

However, less than a minute later, Fang Ming's cell phone rang, and it turned out to be Zhou Yafang calling.

"Ah? Sister Avon, what's the matter? Didn't you fall asleep..."

"What did you just say? A set of Ming Yongle porcelain? One set or one piece?"

Fang Ming's words were interrupted again, and Zhou Yafang's voice on the phone was extremely clear, and it was obvious that he had completely woken up.

"One set, it's the same style as the one that was sold for 100 million before, so I said it was from the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. There are 28 pieces in total!"

"what!"

Zhou Yafang's exclamation suddenly sounded on the phone, followed by rapid breathing, which was obviously caused by excitement.

"Fang Ming, just wait, I'll go to your village to have a look, and I'll be there early tomorrow morning."

"Sister Yafang, you don't need to come here, I'll go back to Ningdong City tomorrow."

"Okay! Come back quickly."

(End of this chapter)