Huaihai Road is a little far away from No. 1 Middle School, about half an hour by bicycle, Yan Mingshun said to Wu Mei while riding a bus platform, "No. 10 bus can arrive, five cents of the car money, very convenient." ”

Wu Mei nodded, she plans to get a bicycle to ride in the future, a better bicycle is less than 200 yuan, and she will let Qiuqiu help pick some treasures to sell, and she will have money on hand!

"Brother Ming Shun, does your friend still accept old mail?" Wu Mei inquired.

Yan Mingshun raised his eyebrows, and the doubts of that day came to his mind again, he didn't think about it at the time, but the more he thought about it later, the more wrong it became, even if Wu Mei was really lucky, it wouldn't be like the six ancient coins he picked up were all treasures, right?

Wu Mei didn't tell the truth that day!

"Meimei still wants to go to Nanshui Street to pick up old pieces? Nine times out of ten, everything there is fake, but you don't have good luck every day, so don't waste your money. Yan Mingshun said intentionally.

Wu Mei was a little weak-hearted, and whispered: "I just ask, Brother Ming Shun, can I let you help with the appraisal in the future?" I don't understand this. ”

Yan Mingshun was even more puzzled, Wu Mei didn't understand antiques, it was certain, but listening to her tone, she was very sure that she could pick the real thing, where did she get her confidence?

"Of course, you can wait for you at any time, and if you can really pick a good one, I'll help you out." Yan Mingshun said with a smile.

"Thank you, Brother Mingshun."

Wu Mei took a reassuring pill, and planned to go to Nanshui Street after taking a good look at the house, she still had more than 100 yuan in hand, which should be enough to collect some good things.

"I'm going to go to Nanshui Street after taking care of the house, do you want to go?" Yan Mingshun asked intentionally.

"Okay!" Wu Mei had no reason not to agree, and readily agreed, but he didn't know that he had already made someone worry about him.

The small bungalow that Yan Mingshun found was in a very good location, in the innermost part of the alley, very quiet, and it was a separate house, not sharing the wall with others, it was just a little smaller, but Wu Mei was already very satisfied.

"It's such a nice place." Wu Mei praised and fell in love with this house at first sight.

"If you like it, go inside, the landlord should already be here."

The door is hidden, Yan Mingshun gently pushed open the door, the front yard is not big, cleaned up very clean, there is a faint cinnamon fragrance, it is the residual osmanthus on a laurel tree in the corner, there are also a lot of flowers planted on the wall, Yueji, orchid, evergreen, purple jasmine, etc., although it is not a precious variety, but it is very well cared for, vibrant.

"You're here, get inside!"

The landlord came out of the house, a middle-aged man in his forties, short and stocky, with a very loyal face, and greeted them with a smile.

Yan Mingshun said to Wu Mei before that this bungalow is the landlord's ancestral property, he himself works in the factory, and he gets a dead salary, although his life is not rich and expensive, but he can get by, but people's hearts are not easy to satisfy, and the landlord is easy to be content, but his wife is jealous of others going abroad to make a lot of money, and every day she thinks that her husband resigns and goes abroad to work.

After a long time, the landlord also made his wife moved, so he really quit his job, and only went abroad to go through the formalities for several thousand, so he had to sell the house to make money, but it was cheaper for Wu Mei.

Wu Mei looked at the landlord who enthusiastically showed them the house, and was very sympathetic to this man, if this man knew that he had worked hard abroad and earned his hard-earned money, he might not be able to buy back this small bungalow after a few years, would he collapse?