Chapter 522

Han Mo drove alone to collect the location in the information. He had been looking for something very important to him for a long time. Every time he had a clue, but in the end he failed.

Han Mo didn't tell his family, because he wasn't sure whether he could really find it. He set out again and again with hope and came back again and again with disappointment. Although he had made psychological preparations, he still couldn't restrain his expectations.

In order to find, Han and Mexico ran all over the country, because they didn't let their family know. Most of the time, they went and went back on the same day by plane.

The friend who got rid of looking for this time said that someone saw that things appeared in the north and are now in the hands of an old man.

Han Mo needs to confirm whether the old man's hand is what he has been looking for. If not, he will continue to look like every failure. If it is

Han Mo frowned at the thought. If it was what he had been looking for, he would have to buy it anyway at any price.

The sky gradually darkened, the street lights on the road had been lit, the vehicles were speeding in the middle of the road, and the sidewalks were coming up to the people running for life.

Han Mo scanned his eyes and said, "it's coming."

Even at this time, I feel a little uneasy. Although this is not the first time to come to the possible location of things according to clues, I still feel uneasy.

My heart is like a big stone, heavy.

Han Mo's car drove into a narrow street with quadrangles on both sides. I'm used to high-rise buildings. It's a unique scenery to enter such an environment.

According to the address, Han Mo stopped the car steadily in front of a gate.

The door is open. There must be someone at home.

Most of the people living here are old people.

Most of them are not short of money, because the quadrangle they live in is very expensive in Beidu. They are unwilling to leave because they are used to life here.

Many old people have lived here all their lives. They like to live with their doors open.

If there are people at home, the door will be opened in the morning and closed in the evening.

The screen wall in the gate blocks the line of sight, and people passing through the gate can't see the situation in the yard. This design is very popular, just to block the line of sight of pedestrians. Some guests tidy up their clothes and hats before entering the door for a pause.

This screen wall looks very old. It should have been like this quadrangle for decades.

However, the carved patterns on the screen wall can still be clearly seen. Han Mo did not appreciate the patterns more and bypassed the screen wall.

An old man was sitting on a rattan chair, with a PU fan in one hand. When he saw Han Mo coming in, the old man was not surprised and very calm.

"Hello, I'm..." Han Mo quickly took the initiative to introduce me.

"I know." The old man interrupted Han mo before he finished.

Han Mo guessed that it might be an old man living here before entering the yard. At the moment, he should confirm his guess, but he didn't expect that the old man saw that his sudden visitor was so calm and seemed to have known that he would come long ago.

"Excuse me, actually I'm here today to..."

"Go back, I won't sell it to you." The old man didn't want to hear Han Mo finish, so he got up and walked into the house.

The old man looks about 70 years old, but his appearance and pace don't match his age.

Of course, Han Mo won't really go back because the old man won't sell. He followed the old man into the house.

The old man read countless people. As soon as Han Mo came in, he knew that Han Mo was not a bad person. Although it was impossible to sell his treasure to him, he would not drive him away in an extreme way.

As soon as he stepped into the house, Han Mo's eyes lit up. The antique decoration design seemed to have crossed into an ancient house.

The old man sat in a master's chair, and Han Mo followed him and sat on the chair on the side of the old man.

"Many people asked me before you came. If you don't sell it, you must not sell it. I'm a collector, not a vendor. All my things are just appreciated by myself.

Han Mo's heart sank. He knew that what he wanted to look for was of some years. Looking at the decoration of the old man's house, he was a collector. Han Mo thought about how to win the favor of the old man first.

"Maybe I'm different from the people you met before. I don't want to buy or sell."

The old man picked his gray eyebrows, "young man, are you a collector?"

Han Mo nodded, "yes."

The old man's expression was a little surprised. In his subconscious mind, he thought that people of Han Mo's age, as long as they talked about antique calligraphy and painting, were all to make money. People of their age didn't know how to appreciate art except money.

"Even if you are different from them, I won't sell it to you." The old man waved his hand.

Han Mo knew in his heart that he didn't know whether the things in his hand were what he wanted. If he tried his best to say that they didn't want at all, wouldn't it be a waste of everyone's time? He decided to slow down and take a look at the things in his hand first.

"Even if you don't sell it to me, can you let me enjoy it?" Han Mo's attitude is very sincere.

The old man hesitated when he heard Han Mo's request. He looked carefully at the young people in front of him. It seemed that they were really different from those who were mercenary and smelled of copper. Those people only knew to play the game of price increase with him and always wanted to stun the old man with those smelly money.

But the young man didn't mention money at all. When he was rejected, he just asked for appreciation.

The old man didn't say anything. He got up calmly and walked like an inner room.

Han Mo looked at the figure of the old man who left slowly. He felt a touch of tension in his heart. He came from too many hopes and returned from disappointment. He looked forward to really finding what he wanted this time.

Han Mo was thinking that the old man had turned back.

Suddenly, when Han Mo's sight fell on the old man's hand, his heart sank.

The old man held a long brocade box in one hand. At a glance, he knew it was not what he wanted. It should be a calligraphy and painting.

"In fact, many people want her, but they don't know what she means." The old man carefully opened the brocade box.

As Han Mo guessed, what is in the brocade box is a calligraphy and painting.

The old man unfolded the painting and explained a lot about calligraphy and painting to Han mo. in fact, Han Mo didn't understand it, but out of politeness, Han Mo listened to the old man carefully.

This was not the first time he was disappointed, but this time he expected more and was more eager for things, but he didn't expect that it was still the result. Han Mo didn't want to stay here anymore.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't come here for this painting. I heard my friend say that you have another thing in your hand, which may be what I've been looking for, but maybe the information is wrong. I'm sorry to bother you. That thing is no longer here. Maybe I'll continue to look for it. I'm sorry to tell you again. " Han Mo said politely to the old man.

If the things are not there, it's meaningless for him to stay here. After saying goodbye to the old man, Han Mo gets up and prepares to leave.

The old man looked at Han Mo's back and said, "wait a minute."

Han Mo has taken steps and stopped in the air.