Then Mu Laoke died unjustly.

Who among them knows that every work in Gu Muxuan is the result of Mu Lao’s own hard work.

Gu Muxuan also accepts special customization.

Mu Lao is a real wood carving master.

Although I always say that I am still a little far from a real wood carving master, in their opinion, Mu Lao is an absolute wood carving master.

Whether in terms of technology or art.

Mr. Mu deserves it.

Maybe they are not professional...

However, as long as anyone who has seen the scene of the old man carving... will have this idea at the same time-

The old man's sincerity in wood carvings alone is enough to admire.

...

"This little Zhou..."

Someone sighed and shook his head.

"Who is it?"

Someone was angry, "Is there anyone so cheating?"

"I don't know if Mr. Zhou knows about this?"

Some people also raised doubts.

...

There were whispers around him, and Mr. Mu didn't care.

Before he could enter the antique shop, Mr. Zhou, attracted by the movement at the door, came up, "Old Mutou, Aying, why are you free to come to me?"

Mr. Mu drove the Gumuxuan. There was no one in the store, but two old people were taking care of him.

Except when the store is closed, the two elders don’t leave the store very much.

Especially the two came out together.

Old Zhou's heart moved, and he looked up and passed the two old men in front of him, swept around the people who were vaguely surrounding him, and had some guesses in his mind.

He looked at the old couple again, frowned slightly, "Old Mutou, Aying, has something happened?"

"Let's talk about it when you go in."

Along the way, Mr. Mu's mood also returned to a little calmer.

Besides, I don’t know if Mr. Zhou knows what his son did now, and Mr. Mu has no habit of venting his anger.

"Ah, oh,"

Although Mr. Zhou was puzzled, he nodded quickly, "Then come in quickly."

...

The old lady closed the store door behind her casually.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed a little.

Old Zhou was stunned and looked at the closed store door, but said nothing.

I didn't ask why the old lady closed the door.

The solemn expression on the old Mu couple's faces was obvious.

He thought, what big thing really happened?

But, what big thing is to tell him?

Mr. Zhou was confused.

Could it be...this big thing has something to do with him?

...

"sit."

Mr. Zhou signaled the two elders to sit down, picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

"Drink tea."

He pushed the teacup in front of the two elders, "You are just here."

"This water just boiled."

......

Mr. Mu didn't have the intention to drink tea.

There is no plan to detour either.

He was originally a straightforward person.

"Lao Zhou, do you know what your son did?"

Mr. Mu is straight to the point.

After knowing that, he was in a bad mood, or, terrible.

The words that are exported have a hard smell.

...

"Zhou Zhou?"

The old man was surprised.

Zhou Zhou is the nickname of Xiao Zhou.

Because the old Zhou and his wife both had surnames Zhou, they gave their son such a nickname.

However, because of my own resistance, almost only Mr. Zhou and his wife call Xiao Zhou.

"What's wrong with him?"

"What did he do?"

Mr. Zhou's expression also became solemn.

He guessed wrongly just now.

Isn't this matter related to him, but to his son?

He had no choice but to treat his son's affairs unhappily.

...

"You really don't know?"

Mr. Mu's eyes showed a bit of sharpness.

Mr. Zhou did not hide, "I really don't know."

"Don't keep it in the way."

"What's wrong with Zhou Zhou?"

"What did he do?"

“This is the time…”

Mr. Zhou fell into thinking, "Nothing went wrong..."

...

“He bought a new car.”

Mr. Mu's inexplicable words made Mr. Zhou look confused.

Mr. Zhou nodded hesitantly, "Yes, Zhou Zhou bought a new car a few days ago."

"……What's wrong?"

Is there any problem with his son buying a new car?

"Did you give him the money for buying a car?"

Mr. Mu did not answer Mr. Zhou’s question, but continued to ask.

"no,"

Mr. Zhou shook his head, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little, "This was bought by the child with the money he earned from picking up his own bargain."

There is a bit of pride in his words.

"Oh."

Old Mu couldn't help but sneer, "The money earned by picking up the bargain..."
To be continued...