"I just got a purple clay teapot worth three million in this kind of place. I just wanted to see people and say that if it were put on some people, I would have been promoted in the newspapers long ago."
The silver-haired old man started to mock him, and the old man named Yang was not angry, but laughed playfully.
As soon as he said this, the old man with silver hair suddenly turned red with anger and he hurriedly retorted loudly: "Old Yang, what do you mean? I saved the student who fell into the water back then. I didn't think about Zhang Yang, but the parents of the students forced him to do it.
I want to enter the newspaper, can this be blamed on me?"
"Haha, no one else was present at that time. What was going on? You are not letting you tell me?" The old man named Yang said coldly.
As he spoke, he waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, it's a matter of being a mess. I'm too lazy to mention it anymore. I'll ask you, come here today, do you want to imitate me and pick up a big shot.
leak?"
"I...I don't." The old man with silver hair was speechless when asked, and after a long time of denied it.
"No, if you don't have this idea, you won't feel tired if you run from the suburbs from all the way." The old man named Yang looked mocking.
As he said, he seemed to have thought of something, and hurried forward and said meaningfully: "Old Pan, I heard that you can't eat for more than half a month for this matter. Is it true or false?"
"Who said I can't eat? Which bastard is rumored? I can eat more now than before, three bowls of rice per meal." The old silver-haired man retorted anxiously.
Hearing his words, the old man named Yang's face became even more mocking. He chuckled and said, "Don't pretend, most of Yanjing City know about the fact that you can't eat, but then again,
For this little thing, I can't eat, what do you think?"
"You..." Faced with the old man surnamed Yang, the old man's face had already become extremely blue.
He snorted, turned around and glared at Liu Jiachao, and shouted, "Did you spread this matter?"
"Dad, I...how could I..." Liu Jiachao was speechless and thought to himself that I was really shot while lying down.
However, seeing this situation, he understood why his father-in-law came to this fritters market, and he understood even more why the other party suffered from anorexia.
"Old Pan, don't blame Xiao Liu, there is no airtight wall in the world, let alone a celebrity like you, there was a little turbulent at home in the morning, and I'm afraid the whole city will know it in the afternoon." Seeing the silver-haired old man's face getting ugly, he saw that his face became more and more ugly
The old man named Yang not only did not want to stop, but became more and more proud.
Without waiting for the old man with silver hair to respond, he continued to smile and said, "By the way, leaks are not that easy to pick up. You saw that I picked up a pot worth millions here, so you came here too. Isn't that equivalent to carving a boat and asking for a sword?
I really didn’t expect that smart people like you can make such low-level mistakes.”
"Old Yang, are you finished..."
"It's over soon, and I forgot to say that if you want to find a bargain, it's not enough to rely on luck alone. You also need a good son-in-law. If it weren't for our Zhuang Qi's follower that day, I wouldn't have found this one, so I'd have never found it.
"The old man surnamed Yang said hurriedly.
As he spoke, he turned around and looked at the handsome man beside him, and then the two of them laughed at the same time.
Seeing this scene, the old silver-haired man snorted, then subconsciously glanced at Liu Jiachao beside him, looking very angry.
Seeing this, Liu Jiachao was almost crying, thinking that what did this have to do with me? I don’t understand the purple clay pot.
But seeing his father-in-law's angry look, he didn't dare to say anything, so he had to smile bitterly and comfort him in a low voice: "Dad, don't worry, I'll give you a good pot one another day."
"Can the gift be the same as the one you get from picking up a bargain?" the old man with silver hair snorted.
"That's right, can I feel the same when I pick up a bargain and buy it for a lot of money?" The old man named Yang said proudly.
After saying that, he deliberately touched the lid of the purple clay teapot in his hand in an exaggerated manner, and the flaunting expression in his expression was undoubtedly revealed.
Seeing this, the old silver-haired man was almost angry. He snorted, turned around and wanted to leave.
"Wait a minute, why do I think there is something wrong with this purple clay teapot?" Just as the old man surnamed Yang was looking at the handsome man beside him to celebrate, Cyti, who had never said anything, suddenly spoke.
As soon as he said this, everyone at the scene was stunned, and then he focused his eyes on the purple clay teapot at the same time.
After a brief hesitation, the handsome man was immediately anxious, pointed at the cycad and shouted: "Boy, what did you say just now?"
"I... I said this purple clay teapot seems to have some problems." Cyti touched his chin and replied lightly.
"Nothing nonsense, this pot has been identified by seven or eight top experts in the industry. It was written by Mr. Gu Jingzhou, a master of purple clay pottery. How could there be any problem?" The handsome man refuted urgently.
As he spoke, he glared at Su Tie fiercely and shouted: "Boy, who are you? Could it be that you came to make trouble on purpose? If you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful that I will call the police to arrest people."
"Brother Zhuang, don't be impulsive. Mr. Su is my friend. He just said casually, don't take it seriously." Seeing that something was wrong, Liu Jiachao hurried forward to help smooth things over.
He knew very well that Zhuang Qi's temper was famously petty. If Su Tie offended the other party, it would not be a trivial matter.
After a pause, he continued, "Brother Zhuang, I, Brother Su, have no malice. Don't think too much. I'll treat you to a meal when I turn around."
"Forget it, since I am your friend, I won't care about him anymore, but you must teach him well. In Yanjing, don't talk nonsense, otherwise the disaster will inevitably come from your mouth." Zhuang Qi said coldly.
After saying that, he glared at Su Tie again and then withdrew his gaze.
Seeing this, Liu Jiachao breathed a sigh of relief, then hurriedly pulled the sleeves of the sci-fi and whispered: "Mr. Su, let's go if you have nothing to do."
"Wait a minute, I don't seem to let you go." Just as Cy Tie was about to turn around, a cold voice suddenly came from behind.
Looking back, I saw that it was the old man named Yang, who was looking at him coldly.
Seeing this scene, Liu Jiachao was stunned at first, then hurried forward and smiled, "Uncle Yang, what's wrong? Is there anything else to do?"
"It's not your business." The old man named Yang waved at Liu Jiachao, then looked at Su Tie coldly and said in a deep voice: "Boy, you just said that there was something wrong with my purple clay teapot, so you should tell me,
Where is the problem?"
"Uncle Yang, I didn't say it just now. He was joking. How could you take it seriously?" Liu Jiachao hurried forward and said with a smile on his face.
He knew that if Su Tie first arrived in Yanjing, he had no background and no status. If he really offended the father-in-law and son-in-law, he would really have no choice but to mess up.
But the old man named Yang had no intention of giving up at all and snorted coldly: "Xiao Liu, you don't have to help him. If he can't tell me why today, then don't think about leaving."