"But, have you ever thought that if you do this, you will destroy Gumuxuan."
The old man sighed deeply.
"Xiao Zhou."
"Grandpa Mu has watched you grow up. You also visited Gumuxuan several times when you were a child."
"I don't want to argue too much with you."
"I only have one request."
"Get the wood carving back."
...
"...get the wood carving back..."
The young man murmured.
The difficulty of this matter suddenly made most of the uneasiness and guilt that he had just felt because of the old man's heavy tone dissipate.
"This...how can I get back what I sold..."
He had forgotten that he had always denied that he had sold the old man's wood carvings under the name of a master from the Qing Dynasty.
Of course, even if he hadn't forgotten, several old people wouldn't take his words seriously.
The young man's demeanor, words and actions have already revealed everything.
Even Mr. Zhou cannot deceive himself and others.
He is not that confused.
...
"Why do you want to come back?"
Mr. Zhou glared at the young man fiercely, "Of course I tell them the truth and then get the wood carving back."
"You brat, I'll teach you a lesson later."
The old man took a deep breath.
"Hurry up and call that customer now."
"See if the other party is free now or make an appointment to meet and resolve the matter as soon as possible."
"Old wood."
Mr. Zhou turned to look at Mr. Mu with a stern expression, "I'm so sorry."
"I......."
Mr. Zhou smiled bitterly, with bitterness in his brows and eyes, "This child..."
He didn't know how to word it for a moment.
Having been neighbors and old friends for so many years, he thought he knew Laomu.
This old boy is different from him.
.......
He is smooth and sophisticated.
I have no objection to lying.
In his opinion, how can anyone who opens a business and not lie to others?
It’s just a matter of cheating too much and cheating too little.
Especially someone like him who runs an antique shop.
It would be nice to have an authentic piece among the antiques in his store.
It's not that he has no conscience.
It's just that this is the business of antiques. What matters is people's eyesight.
He has been running an antique shop all his life and he can't say that he won't make mistakes.
What about ordinary guests?
Who can I blame if I bought a fake because I have no discernment?
Just think of it as paying tuition.
We don't want customers to cause trouble to the seller.
...
He doesn't care what customers who buy fakes think of his store.
Because all antique shops are like this.
Hasn’t his antique shop been running smoothly until now?
...
However, Gumuxuan is not an antique store.
Old Wood is not him either.
Old wood is the most authentic for carving.
Gumuxuan is Lao Mu’s lifelong effort.
In his opinion, it was not cost-effective to carve out a piece of old wood that took several days of hard work and only sold it for a few hundred yuan.
I have long asked him to buy an engraving machine.
How can ordinary people see the difference between hand engraving and machine engraving?
However, Lao Mu was unwilling and said that he would destroy Gumuxuan's signboard.
It's this kind of old wood that values Gumuxuan's reputation more than anything else.
What Zhou Zhou did was really stepping on the bottom line of old wood.
…
"...I'm sorry, old wood."
"This kid Zhou Zhou is ignorant."
Mr. Zhou opened and closed his mouth, and finally uttered such a sentence with some difficulty.
"It's none of your business."
Although Mu Lao is angry, he will not lose his temper with anyone.
His long career as a wood carver has long since sharpened his temperament to be firm and steady.
"But it's the son's fault if he doesn't teach his father."
"You should take good care of your children."
"Don't patronize the store."
Mu Lao's face showed a bit of gloom.
Are these words not mottos for him?
But, it's too late.
It was too late for him to change.
He wants to take care of his children now, but others don't want him to take care of them anymore.
"Hey~"
He couldn't help but let out a deep sigh in his heart.
…
"Yes, I know."
Mr. Zhou nodded frequently.
Xiao Zhou's methods are not uncommon in antique shops.
Even if you find a stall owner, the stall owner can describe the rags on his stall as antiques with a long history.
Anyone who is interested in antiques also knows this.
However, Mulao didn't understand the situation in the antique circle, and there was no need for him to explain this.
This kid Zhou Zhou did something wrong.
Mu Lao is his elder, and this wood carving is a birthday gift from the old man.
What he did was so chilling.
Especially when someone stabbed him in front of Mu Lao.
He was a little embarrassed when facing Mu Lao.
…
Seeing that Mr. Zhou was a little unconcerned, Mr. Mu didn't say anything more about it.
He had long known that they had different opinions.
They are all adults.
He does not interfere with the other party's decision, and the other party will respect his choice.
Therefore, they have remained friends for most of their lives.
"I just want my wood carving back."
Mu Lao stated his request again.
As long as the wood carving comes back, this matter will be over.
He didn't want to pursue anything further.
…
"certainly,"
Mr. Zhou turned to look at his son, "Did you call?"
"You didn't fight, did you?"
"Give me the phone and I'll make the call."
One look at the young man holding his neck and saying nothing, and Mr. Zhou knew without hearing the answer that this boy was unwilling to make a phone call.
He also understands that young people are thin-skinned and may be too embarrassed to make this call.
At that time, I was very bold when I was fooling others.
Mr. Zhou shook his head slightly.
Mu Lao is waiting here. Now is not the time to educate this kid. Solving the matter first is the top priority.
"Hurry up."
Mr. Zhou urged his motionless son, frowning, "Dial the phone and I'll talk."
"Zhou Ming Bao!"
Mr. Zhou called his son by his full name, showing that his patience was running out.
…
The young man reluctantly took out the phone book.
This is his big customer.
He also thinks about long-term development.
Wait for the phone call to come, what's the point of long-term development?
It would be nice not to be blacklisted by the other party.
…
"bring here."
Unable to see the young man's slow movements, Mr. Zhou snatched the phone from his son's hand.
"That's the number, isn't it?"
Mr. Zhou asked.
"……Um."
The young man nodded hesitantly, and then said with a troubled expression, "Dad, do you really want to call me?"
"nonsense."
Mr. Zhou said angrily, "Of course I will fight."
"Your Grandpa Mu is watching."
"Grandpa Mu..."
The young man muttered something in a low voice, and then looked at Mu Lao with a pleading look on his face, "Grandpa Mu, why don't we forget it this time?"
"I promise, there will be no next time."
"Look, the situation you mentioned is only possible, and the probability of it happening is very small."
"Grandpa Mu, that buyer is not from Yanjing..."
The man spoke very fast, racking his brains to organize his words in order to persuade the old man.
Otherwise, he would be really embarrassed and disgraced once this phone call was made.
