Chapter 442

The auction was held smoothly, but it didn't become desolate because of shantongzi's departure. During the auction, an Sudong saw that Mr. Wang Yanglao was particularly interested in a trigger, and the price was not expensive, so he called a price.

After an Sudong finished shouting, no one bid, which made the auctioneer look confused. Finally, he made a bid at the starting price of several hundred thousand.

After the auction is over, it's time for everyone to trade freely. Many antique dealers or some rich people will trade in private. This is the time to test their eyesight, so many people follow an Sudong.

These rich people are not stupid. An Sudong is a God. As long as he says it's true, he never runs away. As long as he says it's false, it's absolutely not true.

"There is no real product on this stand."

An Sudong doesn't care how many people are following him. When someone asks, he will say, or when a rich person wants to buy, he will ask an Sudong. As long as an Sudong nods, they don't have any hesitation.

After hearing an Sudong say that there is no real product in front of him, the people behind him immediately scold him, and the two people on the booth are scolded.

"I wipe it. It's a fake. Give me money back quickly!"

"Fortunately, fairy an reminded me that I had bought two pieces before, and I was almost ruined!"

This man first asked for money from the two people who set up the stall, and then turned around with a very respectful attitude.

The reason why an Sudong said this was that the stall was set up by Mr. Wang Yang's enemy, the middle-aged man who robbed the tomb and his son Xiaohui.

"Da... Da Xian, you can't play with me like this. My eight Chengdu are real goods. When I saw Wang Lao, I put away almost all the fake goods. You have a lot of them. Don't tell me the same thing."

When the middle-aged man saw an Sudong incarnate himself, he knew that he was finished. He wanted to leave with his son at that time, but as soon as he wanted to leave, an Sudong's voice sounded in his ears. If they dare to leave, they will be destroyed and have to stay here wrongly.

There's nothing wrong with what he saw. Xiao Hui's heart is bigger. He asked his father to set up a stall and put fewer fakes. He couldn't resist the temptation, so he listened. Unexpectedly, something happened. The immortal sentenced himself to death. These antiques are all his property. If he lost them, he would really die.

"If I say it's false, it's all false. Don't you believe what I say? If you don't believe it, you can have a good look."

An Sudong pointed at it with his hand. All the antiques on the booth had changed, and the structure and structure inside had become very new.

"Sure enough, all of them are fake. The degree of fake is so lifelike that it almost deceives us. I didn't expect that you still keep on teaching. When I broke you down a few years ago, there were some real goods in your stall, but now there are no real goods at all!"

Old Mr. Wang Yang looked at the things on the stall. The more he looked at them, the more angry he was. It turned out that they were all fake. In his opinion, it was too much!

"That is, I've never seen such a vicious antique dealer before. I suggest that we inform the antique industry that we can't touch his things and let him participate in antique activities any more."

"It's really rubbish. I treat us as fools. Today, if it wasn't for an Daxian, you wouldn't know how many people you'd pit, and you would have set up the White Wolf empty handed!"

Listening to the crowd's scolding, the middle-aged man wants to cry without tears. Of course, he and his son know what their antiques are like. Eight of them are real, but now they are all fake.

"Da Xian, you might as well let me die. You make all my goods fake. I'll eat and drink whatever I want. I'm old and young. How can I live in the future?"

The middle-aged man collapsed on the ground with a runny nose and tears. At this moment, he became extremely pitiful, and his face was no longer cruel.

"From now on, don't engage in antique business any more. No matter what you do, you should be down-to-earth. This time, it's just a small punishment for you. If you don't have a long memory in the future, it won't be so simple!"

Hearing this, a group of rich people responded that it was this man who had a problem with an Shenxian.

All the people who come here to sell antiques have some influence and ways. How can they all sell fake goods? It's impossible to think about it. In this way, it's made by an Daxian. I didn't expect that he could turn things into fake things and make them invisible. It's really terrible. If he was offended, he would never know how he died.

After these rich people thought about this, they became more respectful to an Sudong, just as if they regarded an Sudong as the master, which made an Sudong very tired, and finally they had to leave in a hurry with Mr. Wang Yang.

A few days later, mingdaozi went down the mountain and told an Sudong and Mr. Wang Yang about shantongzi.

Mingdaozi didn't kill him, but left him a life. He left him on the mountain and cleaned every day to see the Tao Te Ching. He was calm.

Mr. Wang Yang and an Sudong admire mingdaozi very much. If this happens to an Sudong, he will never spare shantongzi.

After dinner in the evening, an Sudong continued to discuss the cuisine with Wang Yang. The phone rang. He turned on his mobile phone and saw that it was his mother who called.

"Mom, what's the matter? What happened?"

An Sudong knows that his mother seldom calls him. Several girls in Mu Lingyan's family accompany her and sometimes open videos. Unexpectedly, he calls himself directly this time, which may be something.

The voice of Anne's mother came from the phone, "Su Dong, your grandmother is very ill. Your grandfather asked someone to contact me and let me go back."

An Sudong can hear that his mother's tone is somewhat sad and helpless.

"Mom, don't you say dad is..."

When I was young, my mother told me that my father was an orphan. Where did the grandparents come from.

"Ah... The specific situation will be discussed when you come back. Your grandmother's condition is very serious now. Please come back quickly."

Ann's mother then hung up the phone. An Sudong listened to the "beep" of the phone, and his head was blank for a moment.

This was the first time that his mother told him something about his father. He didn't expect that he had other relatives. Besides, his grandmother was still seriously ill. He was eager to know what was going on, so he said hello to Mr. Wang Yang and went home.

Ansudong was in a rush all the way. It took him more than half an hour to return home.

"Mom, what's going on?"

As soon as an Su Dong entered the house, he rushed into his mother's room and saw Mu Lingyan and a group of girls around his mother. Her mother's eyes were red with tears, and she couldn't help being more anxious.

"OK, Lingyan, take them out. I have something to say to Su Dong."

Ann's mother wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and told Mu Lingyan, who was sitting beside her, to let her take Hong yingyue and them away.

"Good aunt, don't be so emotional. Maybe it's a good thing. Su Dong has been short of family since he was a child. Now that he can find it back, it's no pity."

Several girls took another look at an Sudong before leaving the room.