People in the courtyard: starting from the canteen director

Because of the attribution of this painting.

He Yongqiang and Xu Huizhen had a quarrel.

Cai Quanwu never said a word, just sat beside him silently, helping to support the scene.

Xu Huizhen said, "He Yongqiang! You are so confused!"

"This is an authentic work by a famous artist."

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"It's the wealth left by your father."

"It's a family heirloom."

"You want to exchange it for food?!"

"I disagree!"

He Yongqiang said, "Things belong to our He family."

"Why do you occupy it?"

"Did you really show your face?"

"What shall I do with this painting?"

"That's my business."

"You don't need to point fingers."

"in addition."

"People are starving to death, why do you need this broken painting? Xu Hui really listened.

Almost pissed off.

This guy surnamed He has a lot of fallacies.

However, Xu Huizhen and Cai Quanwu also knew about the current situation.

Everyone's rations are not rich, and they don't have enough to eat, so they can't help relatives and friends.

He Yongqiang continued, "Bring the things."

"I'm leaving right away."

"I don't care about anything else."

"Just this painting."

"My family is my daughter."

"You just have the heart to watch them starve?"

"You are so cruel!"

Xu Hui was really speechless.

My heart softened on the spot.

Who said no.

She has heard.

After He Yongqiang and Xu Huizhi were together, they gave birth to three children in succession, all of which were daughters.

In these days, it is not a good thing that the family has a large population, and the food to eat is enough to cause headaches.

What's more, based on the blood relationship between Xu Huizhen and Xu Huizhi, the latter's three children had to be called auntie, proper relatives.

It's impossible to ignore death.

Xu Huizhen sighed.

sit down.

There was a long silence.

She said slowly, "He Yongqiang, what you said is not unreasonable."

"Everything is yours."

"How do you deal with it?"

"Then I don't care."

"I'm just sorry."

"Such a precious cultural relic."

"One day, you'll regret it."

He Yongqiang sneered, "See what you said."

"I, He Yongqiang, do things and never regret it."

"Don't say I took it out and sold it to others."

"Even if it is used as firewood."

"You can't control it."

"Hurry up, it's getting late."

Xu Hui really hated that iron could not be made into steel.

He gave him a hard look.

Said, "Okay, I can give you something."

"But you have to say it."

"Who is the buyer?"

"Is it a little old man?"

He Yongqiang said, "It seems that you know a lot."

"It's okay to tell you."

"Just a little old man in his fifties."

Xu Hui's heart moved, and she said, "Where is he from?"

"What does it look like?"

"What unit?"

"What's your last name?"

He Yongqiang was unhappy, and said, "You can check your household registration here."

"Why so many questions?"

Xu Huizhen said, "If you don't make it clear, I won't give you the painting even if I kill you."

He Yongqiang had no choice but to say, "He is a teacher."

"It looks very gentle, and she even wears a pair of glasses."

"Say it's Yan."

"He's a bit shorter than me."

Xu Hui was really dumbfounded.

Fuck!What's the situation? !

Isn't that bastard He Daqing? !

In fact, she has been guessing in her heart.

It was this man surnamed He who was holding fire behind his back.

However, hearing what He Yongqiang said, she was immediately confused.

What the hell?

A teacher, also knows how to collect this? !

However, it is not impossible.

Teacher Xu, who had pursued her before, liked to collect antique calligraphy and paintings.

Hey!Co-authoring this beauty, I got into a fight with the teacher!

Chapter 439 Get what you want! [From the novel group 9 *8 0 '2 0 "5 8; 5 6 ([-]) 】

Looking at He Yongqiang, he took away the ink bamboo painting of Su Shi.

Soon out of the door of the tavern.

Xu Hui's heart is cut like a knife.

Because of this painting, that is her favorite thing.

It's that easy.

was taken away.

And she didn't get a penny of benefits.

You say irritating is not irritating.

Xu Huizhen shifted her gaze to Cai Quanwu and said,

"Hurry up and follow."

"I need to find out."

"Who is the one who bought the painting?"

"Is that Chef He up to something?" Cai Quanwu said, "I also have this suspicion.

"It's too coincidental."

"I just heard you say it a while ago."

"Brother is interested in this painting."

"You refuse to sell afterward."

"What are you still doing?

"He Yongqiang is here."

"If you say that there is nothing tricky behind it, I'm afraid no one will believe it."

"Yes, you wait at home."

"I'll follow this He to take a look."

Saying "[-]", Cai Quanwu hurried out the door.

Looking at He Yongqiang's back, he followed secretly.

Cai Quanwu used to ride a rickshaw, and once sent Xu Huizhen to the hospital to give birth, so he was quite familiar with the routes of most of the Forty-Nine City.

He is very confident.

Never lose someone.

Work for a while.

Sure enough, he saw that He Yongqiang met a little old man who was riding a bicycle and wearing glasses.

This appearance, this body, is far from He Daqing.

Even if they are hundreds of meters away, they will not recognize the wrong person.

Then, He Yongqiang sat on the back seat of the little old man's bicycle, and the two left in a hurry.

Cai Quanwu wanted to catch up.

It's a pity that even with one person on board, the speed of a bicycle is faster than walking.

What's more, Cai Quanwu didn't want to run behind and expose himself, that would be too embarrassing