I am doing well in the Siheyuan

"Hey, Su Meng, this is what you meant, right?"

Han Chunming ignored Uncle Liu and turned his gaze to Su Meng.

The expression is complex and difficult to discern.

"Chun Ming, he is my uncle after all, and 30,000 yuan is a lot of money, enough for you to run the restaurant."

Su Meng didn't want to get involved in this matter, after all, she and Han Chunming had a past.

However, after being with Uncle Liu for a long time, Su Meng also got used to looking at things from a businessman's perspective.

Now Han Chunming is just a distant outsider in her eyes, so she naturally stands on the side of her uncle.

"Since you guys treat me like a fool, I won't be polite."

Han Chunming's eyes revealed loneliness and his face looked a little gloomy.

He never expected that the girl he once loved deeply would treat him as someone who could be fooled at will.

"Just because I'm a rag picker and a bricklayer, you naturally think I would be grateful for a mere 30,000 yuan?"

Han Chunming's words made Su Meng fall into silence. She and Uncle Liu did hold such an idea.

In that era, 30,000 yuan was undoubtedly a huge sum of money for ordinary people!

"Su Meng, I thought you were just a little willful, and what you said before was out of consideration for me.

Put away your hypocrisy. You want to buy a Qing Yongzheng powder green glaze embossed Ruyi garlic-shaped vase for only 30,000 yuan. Do you really think that I, Han Chunming, am a street beggar?"

After saying that, Han Chunming turned and walked into the house.

There is no point in talking if there is no agreement. There is no emotional entanglement and only business negotiations. If they want to get a bargain, this price is reasonable.

But once Su Meng was involved, Han Chunming was unable to handle the matter impartially.

There was nothing else in my mind except disappointment.

"Hey, think about it again."

Before Uncle Liu could finish his words, the door was closed.

"Isn't it just a Qing Yongzheng powder green glaze embossed Ruyi ear garlic vase? What's so cool about this nouveau riche?"

"Come on, uncle, do you want to embarrass us further?"

Su Meng frowned. Han Chunming's words made her feel mixed emotions, anger, guilt, and more of aggrieved.

News of the auction has not yet been announced and the antiques have not yet been truly valued.

From a businessman's perspective, their willingness to pay 30,000 was already quite considerate of Han Chunming.

"Wu Zi, is Su Meng here? I think I heard her voice."

Han's mother heard the noise outside and saw Han Chunming enter the room, so she asked casually.

"No, Mom, you heard it wrong. Who is Su Meng? How could she possibly come to our house?"

Han Chunming responded with a wry smile.

Seeing this, Han's mother didn't ask any further questions.

"Wu Zi, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Nothing, I'll give you a surprise later, Mom, you haven't told me what delicious food you made tonight!"

"You know how to eat!"

Su Meng stood alone in the yard, listening to the conversation in the house, his expression changing constantly.

"Hey, that Qing Yongzheng powder green glaze embossed Ruyi ear garlic vase you mentioned at the auction, could it be Han Chunming's?"

Uncle Liu suddenly thought of a possibility.

When Su Meng heard this, she became even more angry.

If Han Chunming knew the value of the garlic bottle already, then what he did before was to secretly mock them.

"Uncle, let's go!"

Su Meng greeted Uncle Liu and walked towards the backyard with a lot on her mind.

"You're really ignorant!"

Uncle Liu had never expected to encounter setbacks with Han Chunming, and he spat angrily at the Han family.

"Hey, Mengmeng, look at Han Chunming's brothers and sisters, they are too arrogant, and Han Chunming is a narrow-minded person. He will definitely not reveal the money and antiques on hand. Why don't we spread the word and let him suffer a little bit!"

Uncle Liu held a grudge and planned a sinister plan.

"It's up to you. Anyway, I'm in a difficult situation now."

Su Meng no longer wanted to interfere in Han Chunming's affairs.

"Let's put this matter aside for now. Let's go visit Mr. Guan tomorrow. Maybe we can get something out of it."

Uncle Liu mentioned the arrangements for tomorrow.

When Su Meng and Uncle Liu were leaving the Han family, Ye Ming happened to see this scene.

You don't have to think too much to know what happened.

However, Ye Ming did not take it to heart.

"Mengmeng, what's wrong? You look unhappy?"

Teacher Liu was puzzled when he saw Su Meng became silent after returning.

"Is he having a conflict with that kid from the Han family again?"

Teacher Su mentioned Han Chunming's name.

"I am full!"

When Su Meng heard the name, she felt very annoyed. She pushed the bowl away and went straight back to her room.

"Hey, kid, why are you so angry? You haven't even finished your meal."

Teacher Liu looked at the almost untouched food and couldn't help but scold.

"You can't say less!"

"I think Mengmeng hasn't paid much attention to her studies since her uncle came back. How can this continue? It's all because of you!"

Teacher Su said seriously, turning his eyes to Su Meng's closed door, and a few more wrinkles appeared on his forehead.

The next day, Uncle Liu brought two bottles of Moutai and Su Meng to Uncle Guan's courtyard.

As time goes by, I found Han Chunming buying two bottles of Du Kang at the supply and marketing cooperative at the door as soon as I arrived.

"laugh!"

Su Meng snorted coldly and didn't even look at Han Chunming.

"What are you doing here too?"

Yesterday’s conflict had not yet subsided, and Han Chunming was still furious.

Seeing that the two people were also looking for Uncle Guan, he frowned and glanced at the newspaper in his hand.

"The first auction at Changsheng Auction House in China, the transaction price exceeded 30 million Chinese Yuan!"

"Mi Fu's Tiaoxi Poetry Collection was found at Changsheng Auction House, and experts valued it at 10 million Chinese dollars!"

The entire page of the Sijiu City Daily was filled with reports on yesterday’s auction. A storm was quietly brewing, and the atmosphere outside had become unusually subtle.

At this moment, Uncle Guan was discussing museum matters with Ye Ming and Polan Hou in the yard, when suddenly two uninvited guests came to his house.

"Mr. Liu?"

Ye Ming was slightly surprised to see the visitors, but based on what he witnessed yesterday, he roughly guessed their purpose.

Uncle Guan and Marquis Pao Lan were confused as to what was going on, and because Han Chunming was following them, they mistakenly thought that he was the guest he brought with him.

"Hey, what brings you here today?"

After the three of them entered the house, Uncle Guan greeted them expressionlessly.

"Master, the wind is blowing from the northwest today!"

Han Chunming was not polite at all. He put the Du Kang tea he bought on the table and sat down.

"You're so mean, you came here together, but you asked me to drink this?"

Uncle Guan saw the Moutai in Uncle Liu's hand at a glance.

"Mr. Guan, Mr. Hou, I have heard of your great names for a long time. I didn't expect Mr. Ye to be here too."

Uncle Liu took the opportunity to make friends with him. He was very familiar with such social practices, but he did not expect that Ye Ming was also with Uncle Guan, and it seemed that the relationship between the three of them was special.