Volume 1: Lan City Storms 012 Family Heirlooms, Neighbor's Greed

  Unexpectedly, after Third Uncle Mo Junyi left, Second Uncle Mo Junhua and his family also came to visit.

  Because Mo Zihan was discharged from the hospital yesterday, the news of his amnesia also spread. So today, several uncles came to visit with gifts. Whether it's just a show or genuine concern, Mo Junbao is very satisfied and feels that he still has some weight in this family.

  "If it weren't for your dad, would those people remember you and your mom? They dare not to take your dad seriously! You're getting too big for your britches! Your dad is not old yet! My wings are already hardening!" When Wang Fengying received the call from Mo Junhua, Mo Junbao whispered to Mo Zihan with a look of discontent.

  Mo Zihan also ignored him and helped Wang Fengying move the round table into the courtyard.

  "Zi Han, go to Wang Danni's house next door and get back those four chairs of ours. They've been borrowed for three days now, how can they not know to return them?" Wang Fengying arranged the tables and chairs, and started cooking in the courtyard.

  Actually, because Mo Junbao goes out drinking every day, he basically never eats at home. So, Mo Zihan and Wang Fengying usually just eat something casual in the house or in Wang Fengying's bedroom, or each of them takes their own bowl and chopsticks back to their room. In short, it has been a long time since they had a scene like this where the whole family gathers together for dinner.

  Mo Zihan responded with a "yes", and Wang Fengying instructed, "When you go out, turn right, it's just next to this house! Oh, it's the one with light yellow wooden backrest."

  "Got it." Mo Zihan pushed open the door and walked out of the yard, coming to the next door to knock.

  After a while, the large gate next door finally opened a crack, revealing a woman in her 40s, somewhat stout, with wide cheekbones, who should be Wang Danniang mentioned by Mother.

  "Queen Dang Nang?" Mo Zihan tentatively called out.

  The woman opened the gate and looked up and down at Mo Zihan, saying with a somewhat insincere smile, "Ah, the young lady of the Mo family, how's your body? I heard you were hospitalized?"

  Mo Zihan didn't want to waste words and said lightly, "I'm here to take the stool from home."

  "What chair?" Wang's wife was taken aback for a moment, then glared and asked.

  Mo Zihan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Three days ago my mother lent you four chairs. Today we have guests at home and she specifically asked me to come get them."

  "Ah! You mean that chair? Ha ha, I have guests coming over today too. Can you help me tell your mom and borrow it for another day?"

  I thought Mo Zihan would leave like this, but unexpectedly she was standing at the door and said faintly, "Wang Danni, where is the chair?"

  Wang Danni's smile stiffened as she glanced at Mo Zihuan, thinking to herself what was wrong with this girl today?

  "There's a chair inside!" She blocked the door with her body, not letting Mo Zihang in. "Aye, go back and tell your mom what I said! Borrow me one more day, or else I'll lend you two chairs from next door to make do?"

  Upon hearing this, Mo Zi Han furrowed her brow even more, sensitively feeling that something was off. If it were an ordinary person, they might not think much of it, but Mo Zi Han wouldn't let go of every expression, every detail, and the meaning behind each word she said.

  Originally, it was a normal and ordinary thing to take a chair, but the other party showed many unusual places, and Mo Ziheng couldn't help but be more careful.

  Just then, a humming noise came from behind, the truck wheels crushed the uneven road surface and squeezed into the alley, stopping in front of Wang Danni's house.

  A young man jumped out of the car excitedly and exclaimed to Wang Danni at the door, "Mom! I've checked it out, it's just like what I thought, that chair is valuable!"

  Wang Danni hastily made eyes at the young man, who then noticed Mo Zihan standing in the doorway and smiled, asking "Are there guests at home?"

  Wang Danni's heart let out a mournful sigh, but her face smiled as she said, "This is the young girl from Old Mo's family." As she spoke, she pointed to the wall next door.

  The young man was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing and said, "What's the big deal? Little girl, I've got my eye on those few chairs at your place. Come on, let's go find your parents and negotiate a price!"

  It turned out that a few days ago, Wang Danni's son came home to visit and accidentally picked up the chair that Wang Danni had borrowed from Mo Ziheng's house. He thought the chair was quite old and might be an antique, so he took it out to find someone to appraise it. Unexpectedly, just as he brought it back today, he ran into Mo Ziheng.

  It's clear that the other party didn't take Mo Zihan, a young child, to heart. Moreover, this young man made a lot of money doing business abroad and wouldn't be afraid even if Mo Junbao named a price. For these people who had never seen a lot of money, he obviously didn't care much.

  Regardless of Mo Zihan, the young man walked briskly towards the Mo's house next door.

  It was Wang Fengying who opened the door, and he seemed to have some impression on the young man. He smiled and greeted him, "Little He, isn't it? You haven't lived in the hospital since you were a child, do you still remember your uncle and aunt?"

  Wang Fengying greeted the young man with a warm smile as he entered, and the young man smiled slightly condescendingly, pretending to be close, saying, "Aunt Wang, Uncle Mo. I wouldn't have come to the Three Treasures Hall if there was nothing important!"

  Mo Junbao, who was sitting aside smoking, became alert upon hearing this, wondering if someone was coming to borrow money from him.

  The young man with the surname Na laughed and said, "That's right, two days ago I saw several chairs at my mother's house. The pattern and shape were quite likable, so I had someone appraise them for me. They are a few years old but not yet considered antiques. But I just can't bear to part with them! Today I came over to ask you two to name a price! Can we discuss whether or not I can take those chairs off your hands?"

  Upon hearing this, Mo Junbao's eyes rolled over once, and he didn't really understand much about this thing.

  "Little Hei, name a price. Uncle Mo will listen." Mo Junbao took a drag on his cigarette, with an air of being in the know and not to be intimidated by anyone.

  The young man smiled secretly, "I'll give you 30,000 yuan. Four chairs, two of which are actually later imitations, I guess your family matched them for aesthetics, 30,000 yuan is not low, Uncle Mo." What he said was the truth, the truly good stuff were only two of them.

  "What?!" Mo Junbao stared, "Those few broken wooden sticks are worth 30,000?!"

  He had thought of selling it to a junk dealer before, and if this little He was more authentic, he would have sold it for a few hundred yuan! Now those new furniture, good-looking chairs can also be bought for several hundred yuan!

  The young man frowned, thinking that Mo Junbao was being stingy, but compared to the value of this chair, what he gave was indeed a drop in the bucket.

  "Uncle Mo, that's because I really like it, the highest price I can offer is 40,000 yuan! This price cannot be higher, if you can find someone in Lancheng City who can buy this chair for 40,000 yuan, I'll let you kick my head like a football!" The young man said loudly, afraid that Mo Junbao would raise the price again.

  Wang Fengying was also startled by the price, but she reacted faster than Mo Junbao and hastily said in a low voice, "Isn't our second brother fond of studying antiques? Don't rush to set a price, wait for him to come and take a look!"

  Mo Junbao's eyes widened, "He? He had seen this chair before, why didn't he say it was valuable?! You're just trying to stir up trouble, our family's brothers are all jealous and can't stand seeing us do well!"

  Mo Junbao stood up with a smile on his face and asked, "Xiao He, will you give me 40,000 in cash?"

  The young man let out a long sigh of relief, revealing a pleased smile. "Of course, Uncle Mo! We're old neighbors, after all. Everything can be discussed. You just say the word and I'll go get the money for you right away."

  "Forty thousand yuan?" Mo Junbao asked uncertainly.

  "Forty thousand!" The young man's smile broadened.

  At this time, a girl who was standing by the door with her arms around her chest and a playful smile at the corner of her mouth suddenly spoke up, "Can I take a look at that chair first?"

  Her voice was still a little hoarse.

  Digression

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