Burning down my ex-husband's house! I won't raise these bastard children anymore

Chapter 502 Don’t Go to the Tomb Recently

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and deliberately softened his voice: "Trust me, you won't suffer any loss here!"

The old man's hand froze in mid-air, his cloudy eyes rolling around: "Then give me a fair price."

The fat man coughed twice, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he secretly glanced at Gu Mobai out of the corner of his eye.

"Two thousand." Gu Mobai tapped the table with his fingertips, his voice low but full of undeniable force, "I'll take all of this."

"How much?" The old man looked up suddenly, his wrinkles showing surprise, and the two young men behind him also widened their eyes.

The fat man almost jumped up and stammered:

"Boss! That's an outrageous price! For these pieces of junk, eight hundred or a thousand at most is enough!"

Gu Mobai ignored the fat man. His eyes swept over the dark red mud on the hems of the three people's clothes, and then fell on the dark blue in the old man's eyes. His expression suddenly became serious: "You guys take the money, but I have to remind you..."

He lowered his voice:

"There's a dark aura lingering on your faces; I'm afraid you've been stained with something unclean.

Recently, try to avoid places with strong yin energy. Go home and bathe in water boiled with mugwort. It might help you avoid disasters."

Gu Mobai learned a lot of skills from his master. Not only could he appraise treasures, he also knew a little about fortune-telling.

However, fortune-telling is too mysterious and not always accurate. It depends on the specific situation.

Upon hearing this, the old man's face changed instantly.

The young man next to him immediately got furious: "Do you know how to speak? We in this industry are most taboo about this!"

The old man quickly stopped him and yelled, "You're the one making such a fuss? Get out of here!"

The young man was scolded so much that he hung his head and dared not say a word.

The old man turned around and clasped his fists deeply towards Gu Mobai. "Thank you for your reminder! I'll consider these things as a gift to you, just as a way to buy peace of mind!"

Gu Mobai took out a few gold bars from his bag. Judging from their weight, they were worth about two thousand yuan.

“You have to pay what you owe, and listen to me, don’t go to the tomb recently.

Get more sun, or something serious will happen."

The old man thanked them repeatedly, then hurried away with the gold bars in his pocket and his men.

The fat man came over and winked: "Boss, is what you said true or false?"

Gu Mo rolled his eyes at him:

"How can I joke about something like this? There's so much black energy on their faces, they must have run into something unclean in the tomb.

If you don't take it seriously, you'll be in big trouble!"

There weren’t as many bustling shops and internet-famous restaurants near Panjiayuan as there are in later generations.

Nowadays, people pay attention to value for money and fullness when eating out, and the most popular restaurants nearby are state-owned restaurants.

Jinsong State-owned Canteen, not far from Panjiayuan, is a good place to go.

The canteen has a bright and spacious storefront, with a faded red cloth sign hanging at the door with the words "Jinsong Canteen" in large letters on it, which can be seen from a distance.

Pushing the door open, you will see long wooden tables and square stools neatly arranged, and slogans such as "Save Food" and "Serve the People" posted on the wall.

The aroma of cooking wafting from the kitchen mixed with the steam of steamed buns makes one's saliva water at the mere smell.

The most famous dishes in the restaurant are braised hairtail fish and stir-fried liver tips.

The hairtail fish is fried until golden and crispy, coated with a thick sauce, and is salty and fragrant and goes well with rice.

The stir-fried liver tips are cooked to the perfect temperature, the liver slices are tender and smooth, and paired with green peppers and onions, it is sour and spicy and appetizing.

The staple foods include big white steamed buns and cornmeal porridge. The steamed buns are big and soft, and the cornmeal porridge is thick.

Lin Panpan spent several hours picking ancient coins. She was dazzled by the selection, but there were also many surprises.

Without saying a word, Lin Panpan rolled up her sleeves and began to rummage through the pile of ancient coins.

A total of more than 20 pieces were picked out, some of which were in particularly good condition. They will probably fetch around 1 million yuan at an auction.

Then more than a hundred coins were found. Although they were a bit worn, they were still in good condition. They could be sold for two or three hundred thousand in the market in the future.

Finally, she put aside seven or eight hundred coins of average quality.

Although each of these is not valuable, they are sold in large quantities and can be sold for 10,000 or 20,000 yuan in total.

Lin Wanwan glanced at the two plates of stir-fried dishes on the table, frowned and shook her head slightly: "Add a few more dishes!"

She flipped through the menu quickly, ordered three more dishes: Kung Pao Chicken, Three Fresh Vegetables, and Spicy Shredded Potatoes, and then put down her chopsticks with satisfaction: "Okay, let's eat!"

Although the dishes in the state-owned restaurant are simple, they really whet everyone's appetite.

Lin Panpan picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks. The soft and glutinous meat melted in her mouth, and the rich aroma of the sauce spread on her tongue.

Her eyes lit up. "This tastes... exactly like what I ate when I was a kid! What's the chef's last name?"

"It seems his surname is Feng!" The fat man said vaguely while shoveling his rice, "I really don't know his specific name."

Lin Panpan's hands trembled, and her chopsticks almost dropped into the bowl: "Could it be Feng Yuanqing?"

"Yes, yes, yes! That's the name!" The fat man looked up suddenly, with rice grains still sticking to the corners of his mouth: "Sister-in-law, do you know Master Feng?"

Lin Panpan raised a meaningful smile and gently put down her bowl and chopsticks:

“More than just knowing each other.

Fatty, go to the kitchen and call out Chef Feng, and tell him that an old friend wants to see him."

Feng Yuanqing was called out from the kitchen by the waiter. There were still grease stains on his apron. He looked at Lin Panpan with a puzzled look on his face: "Miss, I don't remember us meeting before?"

Lin Panpan smiled and said:

"It doesn't matter whether Master Feng recognizes me or not, as long as I know you!

I just want to ask, are you happy with your work here?"

Feng Yuanqing frowned, a little confused: "What do you mean by that?"

"I know you're short on money lately, and the restaurant keeps delaying your wages."

Lin Panpan's tone was sincere.

"I plan to open a restaurant in Beijing and would like to invite you to be the head chef.

I'll give you 200 yuan a month, what do you think? "

"200 yuan?!" Feng Yuanqing's eyes widened, thinking he had misheard.

At this time, ordinary workers only earn a few dozen yuan a month, so this treatment is really tempting.

In fact, Lin Panpan knew it very well in her heart. She had worked with Feng Yuanqing in her previous life and knew that this man was very capable.

His ancestors were imperial chefs. Not only were their dishes delicious, but they also loved to come up with new ideas.

Later, Zhou Jun wanted to take over the restaurant and forced the chefs to obey him, while others dared not speak out.

Only Feng Yuanqing dropped the task without a second thought and insisted on working with Lin Panpan.

During this reunion, Lin Panpan was determined to poach this capable chef.

Feng Yuanqing rubbed his hands together in excitement, forgetting to even take off his apron. "Okay! I'll do it with you! Or should I pack up and go with you now?"

Lin Panpan quickly held his arm and said softly:

"Master Feng, don't worry, just take care of things here first.

My hotel is still under preparation. I bought the prime land in Chaoyangmen a while ago, and the building with more than ten floors is almost topped out.

Now all that’s left is the interior decoration, and we’ll be ready to open in two months at most.”

Feng Yuanqing nodded quickly: "Okay! I'll wait for your news here, you can call me anytime!"

Without saying a word, Lin Panpan took out a thousand yuan from her bag and handed it over.