She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Lao Qiao seemed to be dozing off while sitting there, his head nodding.

But if you think you can take advantage of this opportunity to steal his things, you are very wrong.

Manshu squatted down only after the last person who came to look at the goods left.

She took the initiative to ask: "Old man, do you still remember the eight-treasure box we bought from you last night?"

Letting Manshu ask was something that everyone had discussed in the car before.

After all, she was a little girl and looked harmless.

It's easy for Lao Qiao to let down his guard.

"Once the goods are sold, they are not returnable or exchangeable." Lao Qiao finally raised his eyelids and looked at her.

“I don’t want to return it…”

Before Manshu could finish his words, he was interrupted: "The rule here is that we don't ask where the source is."

Lao Qiao raised his eyelids and looked at Manshu again: "Little girl, don't delay my business."

There is an implicit warning in these words.

Manshu was not afraid of him, and smiled: "Old man, I know your rules, but the dressing box has some connection with my family, so we asked this question."

"Not to get to the bottom of it, just to find someone."

Looking for someone?

Lao Qiao finally seemed to open his eyes, his eyes sharp.

"I don't have the person you're looking for here, and those old things were all collected from the countryside."

"Which countryside? Do you remember?" Manshu felt that Lao Qiao was just trying to fool them.

Lao Qiao waved his hand: "Don't stop me from doing business, and don't break my rules."

Manshu wanted to say something, but Yan Zhentian stopped him.

"I heard that Mr. Qiao's rule is to only ship out goods once a day?"

Lao Qiao, Qiao Lao, the order is different, which shows respect for the old man.

Lao Qiao raised his head and looked at Yan Zhentian, but he didn't say anything.

Yan Zhentian chose a small item, which was not expensive, only five thousand yuan, and paid the bill.

Manshu had never thought of using this method before.

Only when I saw my grandfather paying directly did I realize what was happening.

She couldn't help but give the old man a thumbs up.

That thing is a piece of gold-painted soot ink.

It's from the Qing Dynasty.

It wasn’t expensive, so he bought it and gave it to Professor Yan.

"Please take it and use it, my dear."

Professor Yan didn't hesitate and gestured for Yan Li to accept it.

Buying things today was not their purpose.

After buying the things, Lao Qiao closed his stall just like yesterday.

They watched but didn't go to help. They just followed Lao Qiao when he walked away.

Lao Qiao took a look at the few people and knew that he couldn't get rid of them easily.

"I've said before, I don't ask where the things here come from. No matter who it is, you can't make an exception."

Yan Zhentian took out two pieces of jewelry he bought at the auction today.

"We are not deliberately trying to embarrass Elder Qiao. It's just that these things were the dowry of my aunt who got married in the Yan family. Now that several of them are in Elder Qiao's hands, I believe that Elder Qiao must have some connection with the owner of these things."

"During the chaotic times, my aunt lost contact with her family. Now she is over 100 years old. If she were still alive, she would have many children and grandchildren."

"If she is not here, her descendants will sell her dowry, and her family will definitely be in financial difficulty. I want to find my relatives, so I would like to ask Elder Qiao to help me."

Yan Zhentian spoke earnestly, but Lao Qiao seemed unmoved.

"Since we haven't been in touch for many years, there is no point in looking for relatives now."

"Besides, I just picked up these things randomly, and I don't remember where they came from."

Lao Qiao still refused to disclose.

Yan Zhentian wanted to say something, but Professor Yan stopped him.

"You should stay in the imperial capital for a few more days. Don't be anxious."

If you can’t impress the old man once, what about again and again?