A treasure-appraisal maniac

After returning to Hong Kong Island to rest for a night, Lu Fei checked the condition of Mr. Chen. It was barely okay, so he took his hand back with confidence.

"Tell me the truth, how long can I live?"

The old man's voice was still crisp, but it was no longer as loud as thunder before. His eyes became more turbid, his complexion was much worse, and even his forehead wrinkles were stretched a little.

Lu Fei stared at the old man, but the old man couldn't hold his temper.

"Hurry up, I'm not afraid of death. I have four generations living together. Even if I die now, I have no regrets. To be honest."

Lu Fei carried him to the wheelchair and handed him the teacup. The old man took a sip and pouted.

"Grandson, are you going bankrupt?"

"Haha, where do you get that from? Our family's money can't be spent in several lifetimes. I won't go bankrupt even if anyone goes bankrupt." Lu Fei said with a smile.

"Then you give me this?

There are only two leaves in a cup, no taste, no wonder people say that the richer people are, the stingier they are."

Old man Chen has been holding this in his heart for a long time. After the war, he had the conditions. In addition to drinking, he liked to drink tea. Since he had Lu Fei, a local tyrant grandson-in-law, the tea has been several grades higher, which made him very happy. But the good times didn't last long. In the past one or two years, he felt that the tea he drank was getting more and more bland, especially in the past six months, he only brewed two leaves at a time. The old man has been depressed for a long time.

Lu Fei laughed out loud: "Old man, can you be reasonable? I told you a long time ago that your physical condition does not allow it. Drinking strong tea will affect your rest and your metabolism. I remember I told you more than once or twice, and Lao Xue also told you."

Old man Chen knew that he was in the wrong, but he didn't want to admit it. He pouted and said: "I'm old and confused, I can't remember it, did you say it?"

"Hahaha!"

Lu Fei laughed loudly, really an old child, a little child.

"Don't be so unreasonable with me. I'm a doctor. I know whether you have Alzheimer's disease or not better than you do. Don't play tricks on me!"

"Hmph!"

The old man's neck stiffened, indicating that he was very unhappy.

"Okay, okay, when you are buried, I will put more good wine and tea in the coffin for you, so that you can drink enough, okay?"

After hearing what Lu Fei said, Chen Yunfei's expression eased a little, but he frowned again soon: "Aren't I cremating you?"

"After cremation, put your urn in the coffin and bury it according to the old rules. It does not violate the policy and can follow the tradition."

The old man's eyes lit up: "This

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Okay, this is good, it has to be you, I can't count on anyone else. "

Lu Fei took the old man's teacup and put it on the tea table, and said like coaxing a child: "That's right, I have prepared the coffin for you."

"Really?"

"Of course, can I fool you? I have been preparing for more than a year, four, five or six large cypress coffins, oiled three times a year, bright and shiny, I still have photos here, do you want to see it?"

"Okay, find it for me quickly."

Chen Yunfei pointed at his grandson-in-law, his eyes full of love, that is, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. This grandson is really good at doing things.

Lu Fei did not fool the old man, he really prepared it for him for a long time, and asked Master Gu Yizhong, a master craftsman who specializes in making coffins for four generations in Bianliang, to customize it.

Lu Fei found the photos on his mobile phone and opened them for the old man to see. The old man looked at the huge yellow coffin on the shelf, squinted his eyes and nodded frequently.

"Very good, very good, but why not red?"

"Nowadays, people pay attention to the original ecology, and yellow is closer to the natural color, so they all use yellow."

"Oh, that's right, it's really good, this is it." The old man was quite satisfied.

"Old man, I took the initiative to use cypress for you, instead of the top-quality golden nanmu, you won't say I'm stingy, right?" Lu Fei asked.

The old man waved his hand and said, "This is good. I came from the countryside, and it's great to use cypress wood. In the past, let alone cypress, pine wood was not affordable for most people. There were too many people who just rolled it up with mats. I'm not a landlord, so there's no need to use too good a material. Besides, if the material is too good, I'm afraid bad people will want it, and your father will have to hire someone to guard it. I like quietness, so you don't need to do that. I hate it." "I guess you think so too, so you make your own decision. By the way, there's another question you need to discuss with my father and my second uncle. Should I be buried in Tiandu or go back to my hometown in Bashu?" Lu Fei asked. The old man shook his head: "No need to discuss with them, we can just make it up." The old man narrowed his eyes and thought for a while and said: "Why don't we go back to my hometown? I don't plan to be buried in Babaoshan. It's not appropriate to stay in the sky, and it won't have a good impact. Go back to my hometown." At this point, the old man paused and asked: "If you go back to your hometown, will it be inconvenient for you to visit the grave?" "It doesn't matter. Even if you are buried on the moon, it won't delay my visit to your grave." The old man still shook his head: "It's still not appropriate. If I go back to my hometown, it will probably affect those local people. I think they are troublesome. How about this, find a suitable place in your hometown to arrange a place for me, and when you go back to visit the grave, it will be on the way." After returning to Hong Kong Island to rest for a night, Lu Fei checked the condition of Mr. Chen, which was barely okay, and took his hand back with confidence. "Tell me the truth, how long can I live?"

The old man's voice was still crisp, but it was no longer as loud as thunder before. His eyes were becoming cloudy, his complexion was much worse, and even the wrinkles on his forehead were stretched.

Lu Fei stared at the old man, but the old man couldn't calm down.

"Be happy. I'm not afraid of death. I have four generations living under the same roof. Even if it's over now, I won't have any regrets. To be honest."

Lu Fei carried him into the wheelchair and handed him the tea cup. The old man took a sip and pouted.

"Grandson, are you going bankrupt?"

"Haha, where do you start with this? Our family's money will never be spent in a few lifetimes, and I won't bankrupt anyone." Lu Fei said with a smile.

"Then you will give me this to drink?

There are only two tea leaves in a cup, so there is no taste. No wonder people say that the richer the tea, the more stingy it is. "

Mr. Chen has been holding this in his mind for a long time. After the war, when conditions were met, besides drinking, the old man also liked to drink banquet tea. Ever since he had Lu Fei, the wealthy grandson-in-law, the tea had become several grades higher, and he could He was so happy, but the good times did not last long. In the past year or two, he felt that the tea he drank was becoming more and more bland, especially in the past six months or so, he only brewed two leaves at a time, which made the old man depressed for a long time.

Lu Fei laughed out loud: "Old man, can you be reasonable? I have told you a long time ago that your physical condition does not allow it. Drinking strong tea will affect your rest and your metabolism. I remember I told you more than once. Twice, Lao Xue must have told you."

Mr. Chen knew he was in the wrong, but he didn't want to admit it. He curled his lips and said, "I'm so confused that I can't remember clearly. Did you say that?"

"Hahaha!"

Lu Fei laughed, what an old kid, what a little kid.

"Don't mess around with me. I'm a doctor. I know better than you whether you have Alzheimer's disease. Don't pretend to be like me!"

"snort!"

The old man's neck wrinkled, indicating that he was very unhappy.

"Okay, okay, when you are buried, I will put some more good wine and tea in the coffin for you, and let you drink it down below, okay?"

When Chen Yunfei heard what Lu Fei said, his expression softened a little, but he soon frowned again: "Isn't I going to be cremated?"

"After cremation, put your urn into the coffin and bury it according to the old rules. It does not violate the policy but also abides by the tradition."

The old man's eyes lit up: "This

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Okay, this is good, it has to be you, I can’t count on anyone else. "

Lu Fei took the old man's teacup and put it on the coffee table, and said as if coaxing a child: "That's right, I've prepared the coffin for you."

"real?"

"Of course, can I fool you? It has been prepared for more than a year. It is a big coffin made of cypress wood. It is oiled three times a year. It is bright and shiny. I have pictures here. Do you want to see it?"

"Okay, find it for me quickly."

Chen Yunfei pointed at his grandson-in-law, his eyes full of love. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him. This grandson was indeed capable of trouble.

Lu Fei did not fool the old man. He had actually prepared it for him for a long time. He asked Master Gu Yizhong, a master who has been specializing in making coffins for four generations in Bianliang, to customize it.

Lu Fei found the photos on his phone and opened them for the old man to see. The old man looked at the huge yellow coffin on the shelf, squinting and nodding frequently.

"It's great, it's great, but why isn't it red?"

"Nowadays, we pay attention to the original ecology, and yellow is closer to the natural color, so we use yellow."

"Oh, that's it. It's really good. This is it." The old man expressed great satisfaction.

"Old man, the cypress wood I decided to use for you was not made of the finest golden nanmu. You won't say I'm stingy, right?" Lu Fei asked.

The old man waved his hands and said: "This is good. I come from the countryside. If you can use cypress wood for the roof, it will be good. In the past, let alone cypress wood, most people couldn't afford pine wood. They just rolled it up with mats." There are too many. I am not a landlord and have a lot of money. There is no need to use too good quality. Besides, if the material is too good, I am afraid that bad people will notice it. Your dad has to hire someone to guard it. I like to be clean, so there is no need to do that for me. I'm annoyed."

"I guess you thought so too, so you made your own decision. By the way, there is another question you have to discuss with my father and my second uncle. Should I be buried in Tiandu or return to my hometown in Bashu?" Lu Fei asked.

The old man shook his head: "There is no need to discuss it with them, we will make it up."

The old man squinted his eyes and thought for a while and said: "How about going back to my hometown? I don't plan to go to Babao Mountain. It is not suitable to stay in Tiantian and the impact will not be good. Go back to my hometown."

Speaking of which, the old man paused and asked, "If you go back to your hometown, won't it be inconvenient for you to visit the grave?"

"It doesn't matter. Even if you are buried on the moon, it won't stop me from visiting your grave."

The old man still shook his head: "It's still inappropriate. If you go back to your hometown, it will probably affect those people in the area. I think they are troublesome. How about this? Find a suitable place in your hometown and arrange a place for me. Wait for you to go back to visit the grave." It’s just the right time.”