Grandpa Supreme

Chapter 1777 Bankruptcy
The little guy also heard about it, and he was depressed all day.

"Is Papa really out of money?" The little guy said with a slight frown.

Long Yanran said: "It's true, those companies have all been taken over by others, Brother Ling Yun has nothing."

"Can't you just eat ice cream in the future?"

The little guy muttered, thinking that those ice creams would pass her by in the future.

Long Yanran was speechless, the child was still thinking about food.

Ling Yun is fine, but he feels relaxed, but he is famous, and the media revealed that he is the rich second generation of the capital, the strongest prodigal son.

An Qing is similar, if the company is gone, it will be gone. Anyway, she has learned Ling Yun's calmness, and she will be raised by Ling Yun, a young mistress.

The little guy is different, thinking about how to make a comeback, first she must get money, and her simplest idea is to pick up the leak.

"Papa, I'll take you to a good place."

After the little guy had lunch, he secretly hated Ling Yun as he spoke, his eyes were gloomy, and he was not wary of An Qing.

"Where."

"Shh, it's a secret."

Ling Yun had no choice but to go out with her and Beibei, while Long Yanran and little Ailin stayed at home to look after the house!

The little guy led the way, and Ling Yun drove the car. After a while, he arrived at Jiangbei's Antique Street. There are three streets here, and some vendors are setting up stalls.

Ling Yun asked curiously: "Why are you here?"

The little guy shook his head, and said softly, "You can find money here."

Most of the elderly grandpas here are studying the stalls here, dreaming of picking up leaks, or picking up an object they like.

The little guy's eyes widened, and he seemed to be interested.

These things are already rubbish in her eyes, but she knows that some of them can be sold for a good price.

The little guy started shopping from the first stall, and Ling Yun also displayed a curious heart, looking at this so-called antique from the perspective of ordinary people.

When Ling Yun saw a turquoise, he immediately wanted to laugh.

An old man next to him asked the stall owner, "Man, is this turquoise real?"

"Yo, you really have a good eye, you can guarantee the real thing." The stall owner was a young man with a smile on his face.

The old man seemed to be questioning this sentence, and his eyes kept flickering.

The little guy on the side muttered: "If it's true, I'll eat it on the spot."

The stall owner: "..."

Old man: "..."

Ling Yun was a little speechless and said: "Qi Qian, don't tell the truth even if it's true, it will embarrass the boss."

The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched!
Beibei curled her lips and said: "Boss, why are you so dishonest, how do you do business if you are dishonest, how do you make money if you don't do business, and what kind of stall do you set up if you don't make money."

The stall owner: "..."

He didn't even know how to answer the two children's words. God must have sent them to stop him from making a fortune. The atmosphere was really awkward.

Fortunately, no one caught on to this topic, so the little guy squatted down, pointed at the gold strips in front of him, and said, "Papa, are you tempted or not?"

"Buy it back if you want it." Ling Yun rolled his eyes, the little guy was testing him, this gold is fake.

"Aha." The little guy scratched his head, very cute.

At this time, the stall owner thought that the little guy liked the fake gold, so he kept talking beside him.

"This is 99 pure gold. It is said to be from the Yuan Dynasty. It is very valuable for collection."

The little guy shook his head and looked at the copper coins in the old man's hand next to him.

He said in a milky voice: "Grandpa, don't look at it, this thing is not as old as the lighter in your hand."

Puchi!

Ling Yun couldn't help laughing, this child is about to crack down on fakes, the key is that kind of words, the voice of a baby, the words are so special that they want to make people laugh.

The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched, and he quickly said: "The child is talking nonsense, you must not listen to her. This is a copper coin from the Qing Dynasty. I picked it up in my hometown last week."

The old man didn't believe it in the end, he just looked at it and put down the copper coin, and glanced at the little guy unexpectedly.

At this time, the little guy was holding a silver bowl-shaped carving, on which some Buddha statues and eighteen arhats were carved.

"Uncle, what kind of material is this?"

"That silver, contains silver!"

The stall owner glanced at it and immediately responded to the little guy.

Beibei curled her lips: "There is no silver at all, it must be some kind of alloy!"

The stall owner felt a lump in his heart, and looked at Beibei seriously, because the latter really hit the ground running!

The little guy put down the bowl, pointed to the cloth and said, "This cloth is really old cloth."

Because that piece of cloth is really old, probably three to five years old, and it is not washed every day, which has a sense of history.

The owner of this stall is already a little angry, he doesn't welcome the little ones, if they are here, won't he cut off his fortune.

Ling Yun had no choice but to move to the next booth. The next one was a bit busy, and many people were watching, picking and choosing.

"Uncle Boss, what is this thing?" Beibei was attracted by a circular object with a hole in the middle.

The boss is a young man, only in his twenties, and his stall has everything.

He looked at Beibei and Lingyun, and said without enthusiasm: "It's ice jade, pure green."

The little guy said, "Isn't this a beer bottle?"

"It's the bottom." Beibei said speechlessly, rolling her eyes again and again.

The corner of the young boss's mouth twitched, and he said in embarrassment: "It's definitely not, what kind of beer bottle, nonsense."

For the facts, he will definitely not admit it, otherwise how to do business, these things are true or false, most of which he himself does not know.

The little guy looked at all the goods displayed by the stall owner, and said in a childish voice: "Computers are also sold, and everything is sold, not professional at all, sister... let's go."

Ling Yun: "..."

He could only follow them away helplessly.

The next stall was still a young man, about the same age as the previous one.

There is a person in front of him who is bargaining with him, and a customer has taken a fancy to a certain object.

"Boss, how do you sell this?"

"twelve thousand!"

"It's too expensive."

"It's not expensive, it's something that can't be identified, and it's worth a little bit."

"It's still too expensive, can it be less."

"It's already the cheapest, so I can't afford it. In fact, there are still many people who want it."

Listening to their conversation, the little guy said without interest: "They are all defective products of modern industry, earn a ball..."

Hearing this, the customer said: "Boss, you really know how to do business."

After speaking, he left angrily!
The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched violently, and then he looked at the little guy: "Son, go home and drink milk, uncle doesn't have the toys you want here."

(End of this chapter)