The old man had a calm face and no response.

man:……

He always felt that he was quite eloquent, but at this time, he was so dry that he spoke, but the other party did not react at all.

He even wondered if the other party was old and his ears were not working well?

...

Old Mu looked up at the young man.

Before the young man could smile, the old man looked away and looked beside him.

He turned his head.

......

For many years, Mr. Zhou naturally understood what Mr. Mu meant.

"I'll fight now."

Mr. Zhou directly pressed dialing to Jian.

He was also feeling a little lucky just now, so he stopped moving.

Sure enough, old wood is old wood.

Not at all humane.

His son begged him like this.

...

"Du~Du..."

The phone is connected.

"Hey, hello, I am Zhou Mingbao's father."

Mr. Zhou first revealed his identity.

"Ah, oh, hello."

The other party was obviously a little confused.

He knew Zhou Mingbao.

But what did Zhou Mingbao's father call him?

"Sorry, I'm disturbing you, this is the thing..."

Mr. Zhou explained the situation in detail to the person on the other end of the phone.

"...So, I'm sorry, we'll return the money to you, and I'll ask you to return it to us."

...

The result was somewhat unexpected.

The other party said that he liked this wood carving very much, and it didn't matter if it was not a work by a master of the Qing Dynasty. He wanted to leave this wood carving behind.

Mr. Zhou looked at Mr. Mu.

He opened the room and everyone in the room could hear the other person's words.

The corners of Mu Lao's mouth curled up slightly.

This person likes his work.

Even though he knew he had been deceived, he did not take his anger on the wood carving, and he still liked the wood carving.

The old man felt very happy.

His bad mood has recovered most of the time since he heard that Xiao Zhou used his birthday gift to pretend to be a work by a master of the Qing Dynasty.

He nodded.

Express your agreement with the other party’s request.

But, “It doesn’t require that much money.”

Mu Lao said, "It is not the work of the wood carving master in the Qing Dynasty..."

He is not a famous wood carving master either.

How can this wood carving cost someone 500,000 yuan?

Too many.

...

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but shake his head.

People say that this old wood is going to be left with wood carvings. At this time, it is time to take advantage of the opportunity to thank them. Then everyone can hang up the phone with a few words of politeness.

This matter ended like this.

What other money question?

People who paid the money obviously didn't mention the money.

...

Xiao Zhou looked even more anxious.

He almost wanted to cover the microphone so that the other party would not hear what Mr. Mu had just said.

He couldn't help but jump a little.

What a great development.

Another village is bright and bright.

Not only did the other party not care about the fraud, but he was also willing to leave the wood carving, and he didn't even mention the refund.

Isn't this very good?

It is simply a happy ending that only comes from fairy tales.

Why……

The man covered his chest and instantly felt a feeling of depression like myocardial infarction.

Why does Grandpa Mu have to do this in an extravagant way?

If you really want to refund the money, the customer will ask for it himself. After all, 500,000 is not a small amount of money. Now that people don’t say it themselves, what does it mean?

It means that they have a lot of money and don’t care about the 500,000 at all!

Why do you still have to hurry up and remind others?

He didn't pay the money together, right?

...

I was also silent on the phone for a while.

Obviously, the other party did not expect to hear such words.

Finally, the two parties made an agreement to meet at Gumuxuan the next day.

It is better to talk about money in person.

...

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Zhou looked at Mr. Mu, looking at Mr. Mu, with a look of desire to speak but stopped.

Mr. Mu pretended that he didn't see it.

He stood up, "Then I'll go back first."

"Sorry, I've disturbed you from doing business."

"Old woman, let's go back to our store."

"Why."

The old lady stood up, took Old Mu's hand, and slowly walked towards the door of the store.

...

Mr. Zhou took a few steps and opened the closed store door.

There are already many fewer people at the door.

When I saw the store door open, there was a rustling sound.

"Oh, it's out, it's out."

"I don't know what's going on?"

......

"Okay, no need to give it."
To be continued...