Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

Chapter 490

Jiang Yuan asked:

"Boss, what's the price of this boxwood treasure given by the immortal?"

The boss's voice was very deep and hoarse, "One hundred thousand."

Jiang Yuan didn't say anything. The price the boss shouted was really too high.

The current market price of this boxwood root sculpture should be around 10,000.

Of course, if you meet a buyer who really likes this thing, he will be willing to pay a little more, but absolutely no one will be willing to pay 100,000.

The quotation is just for you to cut!

Someone said in a deep voice:

"I can only see 13,000. Boss, if you are willing, you can make the deal."

The others suddenly fell silent.

Obviously, the person bargaining for the price should be specialized in wood carving or root carving, so he was willing to pay an extra three thousand yuan.

But the boss shook his head and didn't say a word.

Just when everyone was silent, a girl came over.

Wearing a monkey face mask, she walked quickly to the stall owner, then took her arm and said, "Dad, why didn't you notify me when you were leaving?"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Yuan, who was staring at the root carving attentively, frowned, stood up and looked at the woman.

Gaze through the mask on her face.

Jiang Yuan's brows instantly furrowed.

Miao Waner!

When did she come back from the capital?

Also, what did she call this stall owner just now?

Dad? This man is Miao Gui? But wasn’t Miao Gui dead long ago?

Jiang Yuan had countless doubts in his heart.

"Boss, I'll pay you fifteen thousand."

Hearing Jiang Yuan's voice, Miao Waner quickly turned her head.

Even though Jiang Yuan was wearing a mask, she still recognized Jiang Yuan.

Sensing Miao Waner's reaction, Miao Gui pulled her and asked, "Acquaintance?"

Miao Wan'er nodded and whispered in Miao Gui's ear:

"He is Jiang Yuan."

Miao Gui's eyes instantly shrank, he took the initiative to reach out to Jiang Yuan and said with a smile:

"I heard from Wan'er that you helped her a lot."

Jiang Yuan nodded. If Miao Waner and Miao Gui had told each other about him, then Miao Gui must know that he was Jiang Zhe's son.

"Let's talk about it later," Miao Gui said with a smile, seemingly sensing Jiang Yuan's thoughts.

"After the ghost market is over, I will ask Wan'er to take me to find you."

Jiang Yuan nodded, still pointing to the boxwood root carving on the stall, "Are you selling it for fifteen thousand?"

"It's for you," Miao Gui smiled and waved his hand, "Don't refuse."

Jiang Yuan did not speak, but took out two stacks of banknotes from the bag Zhang Wengang was carrying and handed them to Miao Waner, then picked up the root carving and turned around to leave.

Watching Jiang Yuan leave, Miao Waner frowned slightly. He didn't understand why Jiang Yuan was unhappy. There seemed to be some gap between him and his father.

Jiang Yuan was deep in thought.

The root carvings on the stall are all from the Xue family in northern Shaanxi, and Miao Gui's clothes also have the Xue family's mark.

Did he do something to the Xue family in northern Shaanxi? Or did he return to his old business and dig up the Xue family's ancestral graves?

Jiang Yuan lost the mood to go shopping and asked Zhang Wengang to go shopping by himself and returned to Ye Zhiqiu's yard in the middle of Tongci Street.

Seeing that Jiang Yuan was not in a good mood, Wang Dayou and others who originally wanted to stop Jiang Yuan did not speak.

In a room on the second floor.

Jiang Yuan lit a cigarette and began to think.

Miao Gui is definitely not a simple person.

Since he's not dead, why hasn't he shown up for so many years?

Jiang Yuan looked at the root carving in his hand, his eyes stern, and he stretched out his hand to lift a small protrusion on it.

The next moment, the root carving was seen split in half, and a parchment scroll fell out.

The parchment is only about the size of a palm, with a map drawn on it and two verses attached.

Jiang Yuan frowned, not understanding what this parchment was for.

It looks like a map, guiding people to a certain place.

But I couldn't tell where it was.

Jiang Yuan couldn't figure it out and simply put his things away and fell asleep.

When he woke up, a fierce quarrel broke out in the yard.

Jiang Yuan walked to the window, opened the curtains and took a look. He saw several people standing in the yard yelling and cursing, while Wang Dayou and others were discussing something in a low voice.

A few people standing in the middle of the yard cursed very harshly, and it was simply the worst of curses.

Jiang Yuan frowned, opened the window, and said with a frown:

"What happened?"

"Jiang Yuan, you're awake," Wang Dayou waved to Jiang Yuan, "Something happened, please come down."

Jiang Yuan nodded, changed his clothes and walked downstairs.

When Jiang Yuan walked into the yard, those people immediately changed their targets and yelled at Jiang Yuan.

"You are Jiang Yuan, right?"

"What nonsense are you, the youngest president of the Binhai Antiques Association? We came to the ghost market just because of your reputation."

"The result is your ****!"

"I***!!"

"I spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy something, and then spent 500 yuan to store it with you, and you told me that the thing was lost?"

Jiang Yuan's eyes turned cold, "Keep your mouth clean!"

A man walked up to Jiang Yuan with his neck stiffened and roared:

"Fuck..."

"Crack!"

Jiang Yuan raised his hand and slapped him, and saw blood mixed with his teeth flying out. The man who cursed fell to the side due to Jiang Yuan's slap.

Wang Dayou and others sighed. They knew that Jiang Yuan would definitely hit someone as soon as he woke up.

"Jiang Yuan, we are indeed at fault for this matter."

Wang Dayou explained:

"They did store things at our place, but they disappeared inexplicably."

Jiang Yuan would not doubt Wang Dayou's words, and answered almost without thinking:

"These people are from the Jiangdu Antiques Association and are here to cause trouble on purpose."

"The things are missing because they bribed people from our Binhai Antiques Association, and someone inside took the things away."

"You are slandering people! What the hell do you have evidence for!"

"Yes, why the hell do you slander us!"

Jiang Yuan was in a bad mood and was about to hit someone. He walked up to the two people who were scolding him and knocked them to the ground with two slaps on the left and right.

Jiang Yuan glanced at the faces of everyone in the yard, and soon found a young man with evasive eyes.

This man is only in his twenties and is a young man in the youth training class of the Binhai Antiques Association. His father is also a master of the Binhai Antiques Association.

He didn't dare to look at Jiang Yuan's eyes, because Jiang Yuan's eyes were like sharp daggers, which frightened him to the point of trembling in his heart.

Jiang Yuan snorted coldly, "I'll give you a chance to stand up and admit it yourself."

The young man didn't say anything. He was still lucky in his heart. He definitely didn't reveal his flaws. Jiang Yuan must be deceiving him!

But before he could react, Jiang Yuan walked up to him and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Caught off guard, the young man was kicked away by Jiang Yuan. When he landed on the ground, he spat out a large mouthful of blood and slid to the ground for seven or eight meters before stopping.

His father was also at the scene. When he saw this scene, he immediately ran over and looked at Jiang Yuan with an angry face, "What are you doing!"

Jiang Yuan gave him a cold look and said, "Ask what your son did."

The middle-aged man is not a fool. Hearing Jiang Yuan's words, he obviously suspected that his son was the mole.

But he definitely doesn’t believe it!