CEO's 99 Ways Of Love

Bo Yan, "... Yo Yo, don't, don't, don't. the villain is a driver. I'll drive wherever you want me to."

Shi Cheng sneered for a while, "Bo Yan, it's the first time I've seen your cheap appearance."

Bo Yan also noticed a burst of strangeness when he heard the speech, and hurriedly restrained his expression. "Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. I haven't been with you for a long time."

Shi Cheng rarely didn't refute. He looked at the map left and right, muttering to himself, "just now we did pass the buildings marked on it, which shows that I didn't take the map upside down! Why do I have to circle around this mountain?"

Bo Yan, "..." why did he blindly trust her to find antiques? This man, her master and even her whole family revealed an unreliable temperament.

Shi Cheng didn't know what Bo Yan was thinking. Holding the map, he suddenly realized, "I know. It's to go around an exit behind the mountain and go down the mountain next to it. Don't go up the mountain and go down quickly."

Bo Yan, "... With your kind words, I've gone up the mountain. Wait a minute!"

Shi Cheng murmured in a low voice, "are you so stupid? It's really hard to take this teammate."

So they went around. Uncle Qing's two or three hour drive made them drive for five hours. When they arrived at their destination, it was going to be dark. Shi Cheng looked at a big willow at the door of the village and showed a small look on his face, "come on, it's here."

Bo Yan followed Shi Cheng behind. "Do you know which family that person is?"

"The third house in the West." Shi Cheng strode forward with his head held high, stopped halfway and looked at the sun in the sky. "This is the west, that's right."

Bo Yan followed Shi Cheng in silence. Since he entered the village, he seldom spoke. He always felt that there was something wrong here.

It's a habit in northern villages. After dinner, this group of rural women will gather together to chat. But since they entered the village, these people have been silent and stared at them one by one. If they have poor psychological quality, they can stare away!

"What's the name of this village?" Bo Yan remembered that they didn't see the name of the village when they came in.

"Xuliu village, it is said that this village is the descendants of King xuliu." Shi Cheng waved his hand, "don't bother me, I'm counting?"

Bo Yan thought to himself, why haven't I heard of Xu Liuwang, but if I can store antiques at home, it must be inherited. He casually pointed to the house next to him, "what's the third house in the west to count? Can't you count one, two or three?" the number of people reacted quickly when it was money!

Bo Yan recognized the third house in the West in Shi Cheng's mouth and knocked on the door without saying a word. Soon, the people inside answered and hurried to open the door.

The door was opened by a middle-aged man in his forties. He was stunned when he saw them. Their clothes were incompatible with the style here, especially Bo Yan's shirt and trousers.

"Who are you looking for?" the middle-aged man spoke directly. His mouth full of halitosis and saliva almost smoked them ten miles away.

Bo Yan covered his nose and said in a stuffy voice, "Hello, we're here to collect Gu... Well..."

Shi Cheng covered Bo Yan's mouth and smiled sincerely, "we're here to collect pickles."

When Bo Yan was covered by Shi Cheng, he almost didn't come up. He stared at Bo Yan again. The middle-aged man looked straight in his eyes, "Oh! Take pickles and take pickles. Don't cover him. I think his face is purple."

Shi Cheng smiled, took his hand down and blinked at Bo Yan.

Bo Yan was speechless for a while and followed the middle-aged man into the house.

"There are plenty of pickles, how much do you want!" the middle-aged man talked in front, but his voice was very loud. When he passed through the living room, he saw a woman and child in the inner room. The child was wearing an ill fitting pink pants, but his upper body was a little boy's coat. He covered it with sweat and could not distinguish between men and women.

Their beds are covered with interesting things. They have layers of rich fur. They can't see what animals they are. It's not cold yet, but they have covered all these skins.

"That's my wife and child. Here's the pickle you want!" the middle-aged man suddenly remembered, "by the way, how did you find here?"

"You have a good flavor here. My uncle never forgot to eat last time, so let's come to you."

Shi Cheng smiled, winked at Bo Yan and motioned him to keep up. Bo Yan didn't know where he was and looked at a loss.

Before walking to the backyard, Bo Yan thought whether the pickle harvest was a code word in their industry. He didn't react until he smelled a pungent pickle smell. It was really pickle. He thought too much.

"That's it. See how much you want!" the middle-aged man pointed to more than a dozen large and small VATS in the room and made a gesture. "Say it first! I won't sell less than 100 kilograms."

Shi Cheng smiled brightly, "don't worry, we've come here through mountains and rivers. Why don't we want less! This time, it's the same as last time. Buy pickles and send them to the jar!"

"Give it away! Otherwise, how can you take it back?" the middle-aged man smiled honestly and honestly. "You can take the cylinder at will, no money, no money."

Bo Yan seemed to open his eyes and whispered in Shi Cheng's ear, "this is where your master receives the baby?"

Shi Cheng smiled, "that's it!" there are all kinds of pickle VATS here, in all colors. Shi Cheng patted the big pickle VATS that came in the door, pointed to a small white porcelain pot inside and said, "buy one and get one free. I want this big VAT, and give me the small one. It's convenient to use at ordinary times."

The middle-aged man didn't say anything. He took the white porcelain pot and put it in Shi Cheng's arms. He said to Bo Yan, "brother, give me a hand. Let's carry the big jar out."

Bo Yan heard that Shi Cheng said that what she wanted to receive was a white porcelain of the Yuan Dynasty, so he glanced at the white porcelain and found that the jar was really exquisite, with regular dark patterns on it.

Bo Yan rolled up his sleeves to move the jar with the middle-aged man, but Shi Cheng stopped him, "brother, don't move in a hurry, let's talk about the price."

The middle-aged man's eyes wandered when he heard the speech, and he didn't seem to be good at this activity. "Well, give me 200 yuan! Two yuan a kilo, I gave you the ten kilos in your arms."

Bo Yan wanted to pay when he heard the speech, but Shi Cheng was holding the jar and banging, "are you framing me? Other families are one yuan a kilo, but you want two yuan. When I come from the city, I don't know the price?"

The middle-aged man stared like an ox bell, "where did I deceive you? One piece has been the price of the previous two years. I want money for water and salt. Go and try other pickles. Is it delicious in my family?"