Chapter 922 (1/2)

Haining City, antique street, in front of a dilapidated stall.

An old man in shabby clothes was sitting on a pony, his back against the cold wall, smoking his pipe without a mouthful.

The old man is Ren laoguai. He looks at the sky as if he is thinking about something important.

”Brother, I recently bought cut tobacco. Would you like to try it?” An old man in an orange vest and a huge broom came over.

The old man is the sanitation worker of this antique street. He is usually responsible for the cleaning here and is very familiar with Ren laogua.

”Oh? Is it? I'll try it. ” Ren laoguai immediately recovered, knocked the cut tobacco in his pipe and put the old man's cut tobacco in.

”Well, it's good. It tastes good.” Ren laoguai took a deep sip of his pipe and nodded.

”Yes, my son mailed it to me from his hometown. Here is a bag for you.” The old man casually took a small bag full of cut tobacco.

Ren laoguai looked at a bag of cut tobacco with a smile in his eyes: ”thank you, old brother.”

With that, he got up and went to his stall, took the small porcelain bowl, handed it to the old head and said, ”I have nothing to give you. Here you are.”

”Oh, no, no, it can't be used.” The old man quickly refused.

Others don't know. He knows very well. Ren laoguai's stall looks dirty and broken, but it's genuine. It's really more than those things in the window with lights shining.

”It's all right. Take it and think about it.” Ren laoguai smiled at him.

”What? You're not going to set up a stall here? ” The old man asked Ren laoguai.

”No, today is the last day.” Ren laoguai sighed and looked at the booth, the ancient long street and every stone on the ground.

”Why? Are you ready to open a shop? ” The old man hurriedly asked.

He got along well with Ren laoguai. When he was free, he came to talk to him. Now his friends for many years suddenly wanted to leave, and he quickly asked why.

”No, just tired. Go back and have a rest.” Ren laoguai smiled.

There are at least hundreds of millions of antiques sold by him, but he still doesn't have much money. All the money has been donated.

”Well, since you're leaving, I'll take the last thing.” The old man took the small bowl and carefully put it into his arms.

Then he continued, ”brother, wait until I send the bowl home and bring you all the cut tobacco.”

Ren laoguai has no other hobbies. He likes to smoke a pipe. He has nothing to give. He can only give him what he thinks is the best.

”Go, I'll wait for you here.” Ren laoguai looked at a man in black and said.

The old man nodded and hurried towards home

After the old man left, the two men in black also went to the booth. They were in their thirties and twenties. They were Ren Daoyuan's adopted son and members of the shadow organization.

”Adoptive father, please.” The older man in black that year was very respectful to Ren laoguai.

”Wait a minute, I'm waiting for an old friend.” Ren laoguai replied calmly.

”Less nonsense, hurry up, don't toast, don't drink!” The young man whispered.