My Dreamy Doctor

The stall owner laughed: "no, business is getting worse day by day."

"I reckon that after a while, I can't even afford to pay the rent of the stall."

"That's what we do. It's good that you've been here for so many years."

The middle-aged man with a moustache walked around the stall.

"This clay pot. Where did you come from? "

Everything about a middle-aged man with a moustache has been brought into Li Hang's eyes.

However, Li Hang didn't bother to expose his little trick.

He handed the pot to the man with a mustache and said, "boss, please help me see if there is anything special about this pot."

This middle-aged man with a moustache is Wu Liang.

Wu Liang has been in Panjiayuan for decades.

All people who know him have a very unified evaluation of him, that is one word.

Traitor!

If you have to add another one after this word.

Treachery!

Wu Liang, also known as Wu Liang!

When Wu Liang took the pot from Li Hang, his eyes twitched slightly.

This subtle action is naturally seen by Li Hang.

Wu Liang deliberately with a casual look swept a few eyes.

Although only a few tiny eyes, Li Hang read a message from his eyes.

Wu Liang knows this pottery pot!

Then he threw the pottery pot to Li Hang.

"It's a very common pottery pot. Although it's worth less than a few yuan in some years, if you want to sell it, I'll charge you 2000 yuan."

Li Hang is wearing a very ordinary suit today as usual.

Let alone Xu MuQing.

She always wore only a few custom-made clothes.

Without some special eyesight, I can't know that Xu MuQing needs tens of thousands of clothes.

As a result, Li Hang and Xu MuQing are just two ordinary people in Wuliang.

Young people like them are the best to cheat.

"I'm kidding. I bought this pottery pot from the stall owner half a year ago for 5000 yuan. I won't sell it for 2000 yuan!"

Wang Daqing, the stall owner, grabs his head. He obviously doesn't remember that he sold this pottery pot to Li Hang.

Wu Liang laughs: "young man, 5000 yuan can only be said to be your eyewitness."

"To tell you the truth, the pottery pot in your hand is more than 100 years old at most."

"Because the craft of pottery pot is very common, unless you meet the buyer you really like."

"I won't give you two thousand yuan."

"If you don't believe it, you can take a pot and walk around the market at will."

Wu Liang turned and walked towards his shop.

"Anyway, my shop is here. If you want to sell it, you can come by yourself."

With that, Wu Liang went back to the store slowly.

Wu Liang sat behind the counter, took out his cell phone and made a call.

This call was directly made to Yuan Tianhong's private mobile phone.

"Lord, I found it! Finally found it

"The earthenware pot finally appeared!"

Yuan Tianhong, who was full of anger, jumped up from the sofa after hearing the call.

His eyes twinkled with brilliant light!

"After searching for more than ten years, this thing finally appeared!"