Supreme Daddy

The little guy also heard about it and was unhappy all day long.

"Daddy, are you really out of money?" the little guy said with a slight frown.

Long Yanran said: "It's true. All those companies have been taken over by others, and Brother Ling Yun has nothing."

"Can't you just go and eat ice cream from now on?"

The little guy muttered, thinking that all those ice creams would pass by her in the future.

Long Yanran was speechless. The child was still thinking about food at this time.

Ling Yun was fine, but he felt relaxed. However, he was famous and was exposed by the media as the rich second generation in the capital and the most powerful spendthrift.

An Qing is the same. If the company is gone, it will be gone. Anyway, she has learned Ling Yun's calmness. In the future, Ling Yun will take care of her, and she will be a young lady.

The little one was different. She was thinking about how to make a comeback. First she had to get money, and her simplest idea was to pick up the slack.

"Daddy, let me take you to a good place."

After the little guy had lunch, he secretly hated Ling Yun for talking mysteriously, his eyes dim and not paying attention to An Qing.

"Where."

"Shh, it's a secret."

Ling Yun had no choice but to go out with her and Beibei, while Long Yanran and little Irene stayed at home to look after the house!

The little guy led the way and Ling Yun drove the car. After a while, they arrived at Jiangbei Antique Street. There were three streets here, and some vendors were setting up stalls.

Ling Yun asked curiously: "Why are you here?"

The little guy shook his head and said in a sweet voice, "You can find money here."

Most of the people here are elderly grandfathers who study street stalls and dream of picking up items or picking up an item they like.

The little guy's eyes widened and he seemed to be interested.

These things were already garbage in her eyes, but she knew that some of the garbage could be sold at a good price.

The little guy started shopping at the first stall, and Ling Yun showed curiosity and looked at this so-called antique from an ordinary person's perspective.

When Ling Yun saw a turquoise stone, he immediately wanted to laugh.

An old man next to him asked the stall owner: "Man, is this turquoise genuine?"

"Hey, you are really discerning. Make sure the goods are genuine." The stall owner is a young man with a smile on his face.

The old man seemed to be questioning this sentence, his eyes flickering.

The little guy on the side muttered: "If it were true, I would eat it on the spot."

Stall owner: "..."

Old man: "..."

Ling Yun was a little speechless and said: "Qianxi, even if it is the truth, don't tell it. It will make the boss embarrassed."

The stall owner's mouth twitched!

Beibei pouted and said: "Boss, why are you so dishonest? How can you do business if you are not honest? How can you make money if you don't do business? How can you set up a stall if you don't make money?"

Stall owner: "..."

He didn't even know how to answer the two children. God must have sent them to prevent him from getting rich. The atmosphere was really awkward.

Fortunately, no one caught on to the topic. The little guy knelt down, pointed at the golden strips in front of him and said, "Daddy, are you excited or not?"

"If you want it, buy it back." Ling Yun rolled his eyes, the little guy was testing him, this gold is so fake.

"Aha." The little guy scratched his head, very cute.

At this time, the stall owner thought that the little guy liked the fake gold, so he kept talking next to him.

"This is 99 pure gold. It is said to be from the Yuan Dynasty. It is very valuable for collection."

The little guy shook his head and looked at the copper coins in the old man's hand next to him.

He said in a milky voice: "Grandpa, don't look at it, this thing is not as old as the lighter in your hand."

Phew!

Ling Yun couldn't help but laugh. This kid was about to crack down on fakers. The key was those words, with a milky voice and a special way to make people laugh.

The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched and he quickly said: "A child is talking nonsense. You must not listen to her. This is a copper coin from the Qing Dynasty. I got it from my hometown last week."

The old man didn't believe it in the end. He just looked at it and put down the copper coin, and glanced at the little guy unexpectedly.

The little guy was holding a silver bowl-shaped carving with some Buddha statues and eighteen Arhats carved on it.

"Uncle, what kind of material is this?"

"That silver contains silver!"

The stall owner glanced at it and immediately responded to the little guy.

Beibei pouted: "There's no silver at all, it's probably some kind of alloy!"

The stall owner felt a knot in his heart and looked at Beibei seriously, because the latter really got it right!

The little guy put down the bowl, pointed at the piece of cloth and said, "This piece of cloth is really old cloth."

Because the piece of cloth is really old, probably three to five years old. It is not washed every day, and it has a sense of history.

The owner of this stall is already a little angry. He doesn't welcome the little guys. If they are here, he will cut off his own financial path.

Helpless, Ling Yun could only move to the next stall. The next stall was a little busy, and many people were watching and picking and choosing.

"Uncle boss, what is this?" Beibei was attracted by a round object with a hole in the middle.

The boss is a young man, only in his twenties, and his stall has everything.

He looked at Beibei and Ling Yun and said without enthusiasm: "But ice jade, pure green."

The little guy said: "Isn't this a beer bottle?"

"That's the bottom." Beibei said speechlessly, rolling his eyes repeatedly.

The young boss twitched the corner of his mouth and said in embarrassment: "Definitely not, a beer bottle, that's nonsense."

He will definitely not admit the facts, otherwise how would he do business? Most of these things are true or false, and even he himself doesn't know.

After seeing all the goods displayed by the stall owner, the little guy said in a sweet voice: "I also sell computers and everything. They are not professional at all. Sister... let's go."

Ling Yun: "..."

He could only follow them away helplessly.

At the next stall, there was still a young man, about the same age as the previous one.

There was a man in front of him who was bargaining with him, and a customer was interested in something.

"Boss, how do you sell this?"

"twelve thousand!"

"It's too expensive."

"They're not expensive. They're all things that can't be identified. They're worth whatever they are."

"It's still too expensive, can it be a little less?"

"It's already the cheapest. It's indispensable. In fact, there are still many people who want it."

Listening to their conversation, the little guy said without interest: "They are all defective products of modern industry. Just make a profit..."

Hearing this, the customer said: "Boss, you really know how to do business."

After saying that, he left angrily!

The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched fiercely, and then he looked at the little guy: "My child, go home and drink milk. Uncle doesn't have the toys you want."