Siheyuan: I have broken space

At the wine table, everyone did not talk about unhappy things, but picked up happy things and talked for a while.

During this period, it was inevitable to talk about antiques.

Wang Tingxuan did not shy away and said it clearly in front of Guan Xiaoguan.

"The reason why the old man is hiding is not because he is worried about being cremated. The real reason is that he doesn't want to let go of his precious antiques and have them taken abroad by your parents. This can be testified by the broken Hou."

Shapohou nodded and said with a smile: "Chunming is right. Mr. Guan said many times before his death that he would leave those things to Chunming. You have also heard that this is done in accordance with the rules of this industry. I

Thinking about the old man’s purpose, he doesn’t want these things to spread abroad.”

Guan Xiaoguan was a little absent-minded, "Since I have sold grandpa's yard, the things in it have nothing to do with me. If you can find them, that's up to you. Just send someone to tell me that those things are grandpa's."

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After hearing what Guan Xiaoguan said, Bashahou nodded and turned to ask Wang Tingxuan, "Where did you find the old man's things hidden?"

Wang Tingxuan shook his head, "I have never been to the old man's yard, how do I know where the things are hidden? Hou Po Po, don't you know the rules of this industry? Master will not tell others easily. I still want to ask Xiaoguang now

, what did the master say before he left."

Guan Xiaoguan's eyes widened, "You mean, grandpa left a hint. This is impossible!"

"Why is it impossible? During the time before Master left, I basically didn't go to his yard to avoid suspicion. Master definitely didn't want to give things to your parents, so he could only leave hints. I want to know what Master left behind.

To know where the things are, you need to know what he used most at that time, or what things he never left his hands on."

Of course Wang Tingxuan's words made sense, but at that time, I never thought that Mr. Guan would run away from home, and I didn't care about his thoughts at all.

If he really cared, he wouldn't rummage through Mr. Guan's things in front of him.

But such a long time has passed, and no one can remember what Mr. Guan did or said at that time.

After the show was over, Baoshahou walked to Wang Tingxuan and said, "Do you really think Mr. Guan will leave a hint? Even if he leaves a hint, it should be in the letter. Take out the letter and let me see it."

"Don't read it, there is no hint in my heart at all, and the letter is not in my hand, it is in Xiaoguan's hand."

Wang Tingxuan can be sure that there are no hints in Mr. Guan's suicide note. As for whether there were any hints before leaving, he doesn't know.

If the old man's things are in the yard, then there is no need to leave a hint. If they are not in the yard, then there is a possibility of leaving a hint.

After sending Po Po Hou home, Wang Tingxuan drove to Mr. Guan's yard.

The yard was cleaned cleanly.

"Captain Zhao, thank you for your hard work."

Now, there are three security guards left, living in the old man's yard. They must have cleaned the yard.

"Mr. Han, it's not hard. Speaking of which, our work here is very easy."

Wang Tingxuan asked them to go back to rest and went to the old man's bedroom...

The layout of the bedroom has basically remained unchanged, and it is impossible to hide anything else.

The room where Captain Zhao lives is relatively simple inside, and there is no room for hiding anything.

The remaining room is the kitchen, but the kitchen doesn't look like a place to hide things.

Wang Tingxuan found nothing unusual in the yard, so he planned to leave. When he got outside the yard, he planned to leave, but accidentally saw the wall opposite the kitchen.

There is nothing wrong with the fence, but according to the position of the fence, there should be a space between Mr. Guan's house. You can't see this space at all in the yard.

Even outside the yard, if you don't look carefully, you won't be able to see the difference.

Wang Tingxuan felt that he had found the place where the old man hid his things, and it must be in this space.

However, he is not interested in getting these things now, so he still has to wait and see.

Let the old man come out and talk about it himself.

Just as I was about to get in the car, I met Uncle Guo, walking mysteriously from a distance.

"Uncle Guo, what are you doing and why are you so sneaky?"

Uncle Guo held the things in his arms tightly and looked at Wang Tingxuan warily.

"You are the smartest boy in our courtyard. You have known how to hang out with Mr. Guan since you were a child."

"What did you say?"

Uncle Guo smiled and said, "You are still pretending to me. Before the college entrance examination, you would rather break up with Su Meng and do rag picking work. Is it to collect antiques?"

"You misunderstood. I really couldn't find another job at that time. Cheng Jianjun accused me of being a speculator. I left a shabby company and other companies didn't want me."

Uncle Guo, who was still smiling at first, turned unhappy.

"Chunming, I watched you grow up, and you still haven't told the truth. Do you want me to call your mother and ask?"

"Why didn't I tell you the truth?"

"Humph, I've heard that Mr. Guan's yard and its contents were sold for fifty million. We are all old Beijingers. Don't I know how much this old man's yard is worth? You

Isn't it because you can spend 50 million to buy this yard because you like the old man's antiques? If you can make a fortune, is it by selling antiques?"

No need to ask, this news must have been leaked by Meng Xiaoxing. Wang Tingxuan wished he could go over and give him a few big mouths to talk nonsense all day long.

No matter how Wang Tingxuan explained it, Uncle Guo was sure that he made a fortune by selling antiques.

In the end, he couldn't explain it.

"I'm sure. You still want to fool me."

Wang Tingxuan didn't want to explain to him anymore. He looked at the things in his arms and said, "You went to look for antiques. Let me tell you, it's too late to look for antiques now. The good things have been taken away by me long ago.

.You have also met the Taoba Hou. He used to go around the streets collecting rags. If you believe me, there are not many antiques left that can be collected by the people, and most of them are fakes."

Uncle Guo didn't believe what Wang Tingxuan said at all.

For the sake of being neighbors, Wang Tingxuan returned to the courtyard and persuaded everyone not to learn to collect antiques.

But looking at everyone's expressions, Wang Tingxuan realized that his efforts were in vain, and few believed what he said.

They all attributed Wang Tingxuan's success to antiques. The more they were prevented from collecting, the more interested they became.

In the end, Wang Tingxuan had no choice but to give up. Anyway, these people didn't have much money in their hands. At most, they were defrauded of a few thousand dollars, just to improve their memory.

Wang Tingxuan picked up the phone and scolded Meng Xiaoxing. Even if he was bragging, he couldn't do this.

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Wen Chuqi