Otherworldly Merchant

I gently closed the door with my opposite hand. I was going to ask Wu and Dumb to say goodbye again. But when I passed through the living room, I saw Wu Zheng coming over to accompany an old lady with half a hundred hair talking.

As soon as I saw that he had a visitor, I didn't disturb him and walked straight to the past.

But then, looking at my old lady suddenly at me.

Wu turned his head and rushed out: “Zhang Dazhang, this is...”

“Oh, your grandfather's negative poison has been removed, just a few more days. I'm in a bit of a hurry. I can't wait any longer.” As I speak, I keep going out.

“Zhang Dazhang, I know you're busy, so I won't leave you! But this Professor Hao came to you specifically to say that there is something that he wants to give you and can only be delivered to you.” Xiao Wu said, his chin flung in the direction of the living room.

“Specially for me? There's something else for me.” I immediately found it strange.

How can I not remember this old lady at all? I don't think I've seen him at all.

But they've all found this place, and they've sent you something, and they're close by, and they're gone, and it's kind of rude.

So I turned around and walked back.

The old lady stood up as soon as she entered the living room.

She is about sixty years old, half a hundred hair brushed with undisturbed textures, wearing a pair of golden silk glasses, and extremely well-behaved, seemingly well educated, very well-groomed.

“Professor Hao, this is Master Zhang Jiulin Zhang you are looking for.” Xiao Wu introduced her.

“Master Zhang, I thank you very much for old Meng!” After that, the old lady bowed to me 90 degrees, which was very sincere.

This bow confused me a little. An old professor I don't know, he gave me such a big gift when I first met him. Where did I get up? "You're too kind. Sit down and say it. ”

The old lady didn't sit down and took an old pottery canister out of her satchel: “I know you're busy, so I won't have to waste any precious time. This is what our old Meng sent you. ”

“This is…” I questioned.

“It's century-old salt. Old Meng found it when he took his students to Qinghai for internship. After his retirement, he became obsessed with antiques. I didn't know you needed this because I was late and didn't have any peer referrals and I wasn't in your circle. When he woke up in the morning, he said the first thing, let me bring you this thing and say you're in a hurry. ”

Centennial salt, isn't that what I need right now?

I was desperate, but this is carbon in the snow!

I had some sincerity in my hand, and I was grateful to say, "Thank you so much! I do need this thing, and you're going to...” I said half of it deliberately stopped.

Although this is not a worldly treasure, it's not easy to find. If someone asks me for a million dollars, I won't hesitate! To say that he is a person in a shady circle, I can still accept it. In the future, if he encounters any shady objects, I can help him once. But he was obviously an outsider, so he gave it to me for nothing, which I didn't accept.

I was going to ask what price this thing was going to pay, but looking at the old lady's upbringing and identity, it was a little bad to take money in person. She deliberately stopped talking and asked herself to say the request. As long as her conditions were not too harsh and it was not difficult for the strong, I would definitely accept it.

The old lady stunned and immediately guessed what I meant.

“Master Zhang, you misunderstood. It's for you, Mon said. You saved his life. Life is worth more than anything, right?” The old lady looked at me with a smile on her face, and I couldn't help but notice that the circle of eyes behind the lens was still red.

“Yes, but old Meng is...” Who is this old Meng? I've been thinking in my head for half a day and I still don't remember him much.

“Like me, with glasses and half white hair, you saved his life and sent him to the hospital yesterday after being wounded in the hall.” The old lady gradually warned.

“Oh, it's Professor Meng.” This time, I suddenly realized that yesterday at the Lingbao Convention Hall, first stood up to speak for me, then blocked the words of righteousness in front of the drug monk, and was hit by the scholarly old man who threw his robe against the wall.

Though I don't know if he's a professor, I guess from his charm costume and what his wife just said about traveling to Qinghai with an intern or something.

It seems that, as his wife said, he has just joined the pussy business industry, and no one has introduced him, but he has not joined the circle yet. Before he and Wu Qianwu showed up, I said something about asking for help, and then he knew I needed it, and then I indirectly saved his life.

So, out of gratitude, Meng offered to give me centuries-old salt, which he had kept for many years.

At first sight, it was a bit abrupt to mention any kind of monetary reward.

So I quickly put it away and said sincerely to Professor Hao: "Thank you, Professor Hao! Please tell Old Meng to take care of it. I have taken it. I also remember this affair! ”

Then I turned to Wu Xiao and said: "Bring Professor Meng into the circle, I will be his introducer. ”

“Okay!” Xiao Wu promised quickly.

“Thank you, Master Zhang. Old Meng will be very happy to know! Then I'll leave you alone.” Professor Hao smiled kindly at us and went straight out the door.

I kept Professor Hao out of the door until I realized there was a man standing far from the door.

It's the lean old way that has appeared in both Wuhan and Xi 'an venues.

Professor Hao waved at us and got in the car and drove away. Then the old road just snuck up.

Wu whispered beside me: “He came earlier than Professor Hao, but he refused to go to the hospital and had to wait for you at the door. Ask him what he doesn't want to say. ”

“Master Zhang, Dongdao Li Damer makes sense here.” This guy ran in front of me, and before he could stand still, he hurried his hands together to bow and bow.

He made me cry.

Since he claimed to be poor, but did not use the sermon number, instead, he came to a vulgar family name, with his hands together with the number of Buddhist ceremonies, while bowing.

This whole thing is unethical.

However, this is far more respectful than last night at the doorstep!

“Mr. Lee, what can I do for you?” I'm not looking forward to asking.

“Yes, there is.” The old man hurried back: “I am sure I have something to tell you, Master Zhang. ”