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Chapter 881 Contact (Part 2)

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    Cheng Xinfu expressed his disapproval of his son's suggestion: "I have lived in this community for so long. My old friends all live here. Who can I talk to after I move?"

    Cheng Xiaochao advised: "If our house was on the first floor, I wouldn't let you move. The key point is that our house is on the third floor. Your legs and feet are inconvenient, and you have to rely on your mother to help you go out. I don't mean to say anything bad, just in case.  What happened? What should I do?"

    Cheng Xinfu became stubborn: "You don't need to worry about it, I can go downstairs on my own with a cane."

    The old lady advised: "Old man, can you stop making excuses? My son asked you to move for your own good. Besides, when your legs and feet heal, you can move here. It will be equivalent to a long journey."

    Cheng Xinfu was silent for a while, and then said to his son: "Send Xiao Meng over quickly, don't let me make any mistakes, you know?"

    "I know." Cheng Xiaochao felt relieved knowing that his father agreed.

    The old lady sent her son and Meng Zitao to the door. Before leaving, Cheng Xiaochao asked her mother to pack the things she wanted to take away.

    After getting in the car, Cheng Xiaochao and Meng Zitao chatted. When he learned that Meng Zitao had an auction company under his name, he asked, "Are you looking for Qi Lezi to get the goods from him?"

    Meng Zitao shook his head: "How is that possible? We are a regular company. We will not want things of unknown origin. I came to him this time mainly to inquire about one thing."

    Since he learned that the person he was looking for might be a traitor, Meng Zitao felt that he might not be able to find out the information. He even didn't want to mention the beads to the other party, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.  It¡¯s just that contact should be made.

    Cheng Xiaochao chuckled: "That's a pity."

    "What's the pity?" Meng Zitao was a little surprised.

    Cheng Xiaochao said: "I heard that he has a batch of goods in hand, and he is eager to make a move at this time."

    "really?"

    ¡°This is just hearsay, I don¡¯t know how true it is.¡±

    Cheng Xiaochao owns a security company with a relatively large scale. Generally speaking, people in this industry deal with both black and white. The credibility of the information he tells is quite high.

    Meng Zitao thought about it for a moment: "Mr. Cheng, do you know what Qi Laizi has in his hand?"

    Cheng Xiaochao shook his head: "I'm not sure about this, but I can't think of the characteristics of our Sanyan City."

    "What are the characteristics of Sanyan City?" Meng Zitao understood after a moment of thought. Sanyan has the famous Hongshan Cultural Site, and a large number of exquisite cultural relics were unearthed, including jade, pottery, stone tools, and bone tools.  However, because the site is too large for security inspections, tomb robbers have become rampant.

    Since he heard about this, in order to avoid the loss of cultural relics, Meng Zitao must not miss it, so he said: "Mr. Cheng, please don't mention my matter when you get to Qi Laizi."

    Cheng Xiaochao said yes and didn¡¯t say much.

    More than an hour later, the car drove into the village. Cheng Xiaochao said to Meng Zitao: "Mr. Meng, it's dinner time now. Let's have dinner at my uncle's house first and then go find Qi Lezi. We just want to find out about Qi Lezi's current situation. You  how do you feel?"

    Meng Zitao nodded: "I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng."

    "You're welcome."

    Cheng Xiaochao parked the car in front of a residential house and got out of the car. Since the courtyard door was open, he carried some things and walked straight in with Meng Zitao, shouting: "Uncle, I'm here."

    "Xiaochao is here." A farmer who looked to be in his seventies came out of the house. Seeing that Cheng Xiaochao was still carrying something in his hand, he complained: "Come here, what else should you bring? Today's life  Okay, I still need something from you!"

    "This is my idea." Cheng Xiaochao chuckled, and then introduced Meng Zitao.

    "Come in quickly, it's cold outside. Come in and warm yourself up. The food and wine are ready. Let's have a couple of cups first." Cheng Xinqiang greeted the two of them into the room and enthusiastically prepared to pour wine for everyone.

    Cheng Xiaochao quickly declined: "Uncle, I have to drive soon, so I won't drink."

    Cheng Xin insisted on pouring it on him: "Then sleep here with me."

    Cheng Xiaochao tried his best to refuse: "I still want to send Mr. Meng back."

    ¡°You¡¯re boring now. It¡¯s hard for you to have a drink with me when you come back, but you still don¡¯t drink.¡± Cheng Xinqiang looked very dissatisfied.

    Meng Zitao smiled and said: "Uncle, I will drink with you. I will drink as much as you drink."

    Cheng Xinqiang¡¯s eyes lit up: ¡°Oh, this is awesome?, it is really fragrant, fat but not greasy, thin but not woody, and delicious: "If I can have another bowl of white rice at this time, it will be even more suitable."

    Cheng Xinqiang laughed: "This braised pork elbow with rice is indeed delicious, but let's drink first. There is plenty of pork elbow, so you can eat it with an open stomach."

    "I won't be polite."

    Meng Zitao smiled and then asked: "Uncle, where did your basin come from?"

    Cheng Xinqiang smiled and said, "You want to ask if this basin is an antique? To tell you the truth, this basin is a fake."

    "Why?"

    Cheng Xinqiang laughed and said: "You haven't seen it, but what is written under this basin is 'Kangxi Year System of the Ming Dynasty'. Kangxi became the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. I guess he will jump out of the coffin when he finds out."

    Meng Zitao smiled and said: "Maybe, in the Jinling Museum, there is an official kiln pressed hand cup 'Made in the Kangxi Year of the Ming Dynasty'." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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