I Can Extract Abilities From Antiques

Hu Muzhi returned to the courtyard first on a jib car.

Finding that the door was closed, he went in and saw that Yang Enhui was not in the courtyard.

Since the truck to transport the furniture hadn't arrived yet, Hu Muzhi came to the central hall, picked up the handset of the landline and dialed Xia Yurou's number.

The call was connected quickly.

Before Xia Yurou could speak, Hu Muzhi asked directly.

"Manager Xia, do you know someone named Tong Fan?"

"Tong Fan? Xia Yurou said to herself, "I don't know, what's wrong?"

Hu Muzhi told Xia Yurou what happened in the hospital warehouse today.

Hearing Hu Muzhi's remarks, Xia Yurou was also confused.

"Is there such a thing?" Xia Yurou said, "Who is sitting in that car?"

"If I could know who was sitting in the car, I would already know the answer." Hu Muzhi said bitterly: "And that Tong Fan doesn't say anything no matter how much I ask."5

"It's really weird." Xia Yurou couldn't understand: "But from the current point of view, the other party doesn't seem to have any malice towards you, and even a little flattering you.

"Fuck me?" Hu Muzhi laughed at himself: "I have no money, and I have no power, what is the other side trying to flatter me?"

"Could it be that you helped or saved someone in the past, and now they are prosperous, so they came back to repay their gratitude?" Xia Yurou guessed.

Xia Yurou's words made Hu Muzhi ponder.

It has been almost a month since I came to this world in 520, and I have not helped or saved such a rich person.

Is it related to the previous 'self'?

Hu Muzhi began to recall.

Seeing that there was no voice on the other end of the phone, Xia Yurou thought that Hu Muzhi didn't want to continue on this topic, so she changed the topic and asked, "How about that batch of furniture?"

Xia Yurou's words brought Hu Muzhi's thoughts back to reality, and she replied.

"I haven't counted it carefully, but I looked at it, and there are thirty or forty pieces.

Having said that, Hu Muzhi did not forget to say thank you.

"Thank you, Manager Xia."

"You're welcome, if it weren't for you, that Xu Wei's "Snow Bamboo" might have fallen into someone else's hands." Xia Yurou said.

After the two exchanged a few more polite words, Hu Muzhi hung up the phone.

As the phone hung up, Hu Muzhi thought about a friend who could help him find Tong Fan.

After thinking about it, I finally thought that Wang Degui, who works in the public sector, might be able to help him.

Immediately, he dialed Wang Degui's BB machine.

After telling the people at the control tower what he was looking for, Hu Muzhi hung up the phone and waited quietly for Wang Degui's call back.

At this time, the truck to transport the furniture also arrived.

Hu Muzhi greeted the porters and told them to move them all into the yard.

One by one, the porters began to work hard.

At this moment, Zhongtang's phone rang.

Hu Muzhi picked up.

"Muzhi?" Wang Degui's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Wang, it's me." Hu Muzhi replied.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Wang Degui asked.

"Brother Wang, I want to ask you a favor for something." Hu Muzhi said.

"You said." "Wang Degui said.

"Can you help me check the middle-aged man named Tong Fan? I want his detailed information. Hu Muzhi said.

"What? Have a grudge against this person?" Wang Degui frowned.

"Brother Wang, if you have any grudges, do I dare you to investigate? It must have been secretly looking for a private detective or something." Hu Muzhi laughed.

"That's right. Wang Degui laughed: "Then tell me the specific information about this person.

"Tong Fan, male, about 40 years old, about 1.68 meters tall, claims to be a Hong Kong businessman who came to the mainland to invest..." Hu Muzhi told Wang Degui what he knew.

After Wang Degui wrote them down one by one, he said: "Muzhi, I can't guarantee that I will be able to find this person, but if there is any news, I will call you back.

"Thank you, Brother Wang." Hu Muzhi said, and hung up the phone.

After another hour, all the furniture has been moved to the yard.

After paying the freight, the workers left.

Hu Muzhi began to count carefully.

In the end, I found that there were two Arhat beds, two canopy beds, one Bubu bed, two Baxian tables, two red sandalwood painting tables, three Huanghuali painting tables, and countless other tables, chairs and benches.

Forty-two pieces of furniture in total.

And one water is the hardwood furniture of Ming and Qing dynasties.

This result, even Hu Muzhi himself did not expect.

(bjci) It can be said that this trip made Hu Muzhi a direct profit.

You know, after all, a piece of hardwood furniture here is only a little more than 1,000 yuan, and the huanghuali round table that Sun Fugui bought from Uncle Liu cost almost 4,000 yuan.

And that's the purchase price.

Hu Muzhi believes that after 20 years, the value of this batch of furniture will be immeasurable.

With this thought, he put all the furniture into the void ring.

Around 6pm.

Hu Muzhi was lying under the plane tree to enjoy the shade, and someone came in outside the courtyard.

It was not Yang Enhui who came back, but his master Chen Baoguo.

Hu Muzhi thought that Chen Baoguo was here to chat with him, so he got up from the reclining chair and said, "Master, you are here.

"Muzhi, your letter." Chen Baoguo took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Hu Muzhi.

"My ?35 Hu Muzhi wondered.

"Yes." Chen Baoguo nodded: "Your parents still don't know about your dismissal from the museum?

"So I sent the letter to the office compound of the museum, I saw it and sent it to you.

"A letter from home?" Hu Muzhi was inexplicably shocked when he heard the words.

Although he came to this world, he never met his parents.

But with the complete fusion of memories, that emotion is also subtly changing.

It can be said that the current Hu Muzhi and the previous ones are no longer indistinguishable from each other.

"Excuse me, master." After Hu Muzhi said a word, he took the envelope.

"Muzhi, since the letter has been delivered, I'll go first." Chen Baoguo waved his hand towards Hu Muzhi and was about to leave.

"Master, drink some water. 35 Hu Muzhi shouted.

"I have some old friends for tea, next time."

With Chen Baoguo leaving, Hu Muzhi opened the envelope.

I saw that in addition to a handwritten letter, there was a money order for 500 yuan.

The year 1991 is not like the 21st century. It does not mean that you can transfer money directly to the bank.

At this time, it is also very troublesome to send money. You have to go to the post office to exchange the money for a money order of the same denomination, and then the payee will take the money order and go to the bank where you are based on the ID card to withdraw money.

Hu Muzhi put the money order aside, opened the handwritten letter and read it.

The content of the letter is very simple, it is to ask Hu Muzhi to take care of himself and so on.

But at the end of the letter, it was mentioned that the second old man would come to the capital to see him in a few days.

"This..." Hu Muzhi was a little embarrassed.

It's not that I'm afraid of seeing the second old man, but I really don't have a job right now.

Could it be that he was going to tell them about his dismissal from the museum?

Although I say that my life now is a hundred times better than in the museum, the thinking of the older generation is different.

They don't look at how much money they make, they just think that state-owned enterprises are always better than self-employment.

This is the thinking determined by the times, and it will not be changed for a while.

Just when Hu Muzhi was thinking about how to confess to the second old man, the phone rang in the middle hall.

"Hello, Muzhi?" Wang Degui's voice came from the phone.

"It's me. 33 Hu Muzhi replied.

"I have already checked the Tong Fan you asked me to check. Wang Degui told Hu Muzhi about Tong Fan's information.