After feeding the exiled criminals, she was forced to reveal herself

Chapter 240 The things he collected were strange

When Tu Hua heard it, it was true!

Qin Lang has known Minghe for a long time.

"Mr. Lan's things are so valuable?"

On the other end, Qin Lang got off the ground with a puff, and couldn't help but laugh as he followed the signal, "I don't know where he got those things from. Whether they are worth money or not depends on who is right? The Ming family? That guy doesn’t go out of his way to buy things, just like collecting stamps.”

"what?"

"The most important thing is that the things he collected don't sound very reliable to me. They have no rules or preferences and are just random things."

Through his brother-in-law Lan Qiaosheng, Qin Lang still has some impression of this "big resentment" who spends money like water.

"I don't want to get in touch with people like Minghe. They are too shrewd, but a shrewd person always does stupid things, which makes me a little confused. Is he doing it on purpose or is he just really stupid?" Qin Lang As he became more familiar with Tu Hua, he spoke more casually, "If you meet him, it's best to stay away from him. This person is hard to figure out."

Tu Hua was silent for a while and said, "You reminded me a little late."

Qin Lang was silent for a while on the phone, and said, "If I'm being targeted, there's nothing I can do about it. Are you... asking for happiness?"

"so serious?"

"Anyway, this person is deep in water and cannot be fathomed." Qin Lang rarely uses such words to evaluate a person. He stretched out his two long legs, overlapped them on the wooden stool, leaned back on the recliner, and played with his hands. A windproof lighter that I just bought from a stall at the entrance to Zhenbao Street.

Fingertips flicked back and forth, and the lighter made sounds one after another.

Tu Hua was leaning cross-legged on the table, her big bright eyes looking past Jiang Li and the hot spring, past the walls of the villa, and landing on the distant mountain peaks.

"Uncle's Buddha statue, is anyone collecting it?"

She thought for a while and suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with Minghe.

Qin Lang was surprised.

"No, I smashed it into his hand, what? Miss Tu is interested?" Qin Lang wanted to laugh when he thought about the way his uncle looked at him in the past two days.

Why is a middle-aged man with a successful career so persistent?

He said several times that Tu Hua had gone to other places, but his uncle Lan Qiao didn't believe him.

He had to think of another reason to invite them over and take a look.

It’s just a statue, so why worry? If you leave it for a few more days, it will still be able to run longer.

Qin Lang was not happy to do this work, so Lan Qiao complained after a while.

It is strange to say that the Lan family originally spent a lot of money to hold this exhibition, and Lan Qiao was most confident in taking action on the statue of the goddess. However, after observing it, the most powerful person gave up.

Qin Lang said: "When Minghe came, he was very interested in the goddess statue. I advised my brother-in-law not to give something with a special aura to just one person. It will be difficult to tell what will happen in the future."

Tuhua thought of Minghe at the venue, "He seems to be very interested in the goddess statue at your brother-in-law's house."

"What's the use of being interested? That person has no idea what he's here for. My brother-in-law is a pure businessman. He has never believed in evil. As long as the business is suitable and the money and goods are paid, he will dare to sell whatever the Lord of Hell wants. In plain sight, Looking serious."

Qin Lang thought for a while and said: "Minghe has let go of that thing for the time being. My uncle won't be able to sell it for a while. If you want to see it, come back anytime. I'll go with you."

Tu Hua did not refuse.

She was a little curious.

Qin Lang started the fire, stared at the flames, and suddenly asked: "He is not a good talker, why would he lend you his private building?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

Qin Lang's voice was serious: "Stay away from him. Xie Huailou is so exclusive to me. I have suffered hidden losses in his hands in the past two years."

Tu Hua said with a faint tone: "Oh."

Over there, Qin Lang was happy when he heard the tone on the phone: "That dog in Xie Huailou has such a temper, it will be over if you ignore him."

Tuhua didn't want to mention the words "Thank you Huailou" to him.

Although they both had the surname "Xie", her initial impression of Xie Huailou was not that good.

She didn't want to talk more about someone who was insensitive to gratitude.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear many "clicks" coming from the receiver.

"What's the noise, the clicking sound?"

Qin Lang glanced at the thing in his hand, and opened and buttoned it several times in a cowardly manner, "What do you mean?"

"Yeah." Tu Hua responded.

"lighter."

Tu Hua: "..."

Qin Lang said with a smile in his voice: "It's windproof and made from antique toys. It's quite interesting. I picked it up from a stall outside when I was at work."

Windproof lighter?
Tu Hua's nerves jumped and she thought of something. "What style?"

Qin Lang was just chatting and joking, and he was used to having skewers in his hand, so his hands were itchy and uncomfortable if he didn't bother with it. He didn't expect Tu Hua to be interested in this thing.

"Really, I find that your curiosity is quite strong all day long."

Tu Hua said nothing.

Qin Lang took a photo of the antique windproof lighter in his hand and sent it to Tu Hua.

Tu Hua clicked on the photo.

It's exactly what Qin Lang said.

It looks like a literary toy on the outside, but it's actually a modern lighter.

"Is it shelling out?"

"Did you see it?"

"Well, the shell is very well made and inconspicuous."

Qin Lang lowered his head and carefully read the message sent by Tu Hua.

I dialed the phone directly and was speechless: "What's your aesthetic?"

Tu Hua laughed twice and asked, "How much did you pay for this thing?"

"Huh?" Qin Lang was stunned and said, "Do I still need to buy this little piece of shit?"

"if not?"

"In exchange for an ice cream cone."

Tu Hua: "..."

After a while.

Qin Lang seemed to hear something and asked: "What do you want to do?"

Tu Hua looked at the photo and asked, "Can you get me more of this?"

"There are plenty of them online."

"No, it's the kind you have in your hand, the handmade one."

Qin Lang didn't quite understand, "Is this the shell you want?"

Tu Hua said: "No, I want a windproof lighter with this special shell."

"Just wait, I'll ask the stall owner for you."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Before hanging up the phone, Qin Lang seriously reminded her: "Ming He from the Ming family never does anything useless. If he talks to you, you have to be more careful."

"I know there is no free pie in the world."

"Ok!"

After hanging up the phone, Tu Hua took off her shawl and sank into the water.

The warm spring water seemed to have washed away all the seven meridians in the body.

Jiang Li had been soaking in the water for a long time and was a little bored. She jumped to the edge and paddled in the water with her feet. She smiled and said, "Who is it? Taking so long on the phone? Boyfriend?"

Tu Hua raised her eyes and corrected: "Male, friend."

"嘁~"

Jiang Li's expression was already very familiar to Tu Hua.

It means "I don't believe it".

Jiang Li asked: "How old are you? Where are you from? When did you meet? What do you do?"

Tu Hua smiled kindly and said, "72 years old, from my hometown. I just met him at the end of the year. I collect rags."

When you go out, other people's identities are given to you by yourself.

Boss Qin, who "collects rags", went out to a street stall and kicked an old "friend" lying next to him, just basking in the sun and not making any money.

"Hey, how do you package and sell the pile of junk in your house?"

(End of this chapter)