Infinite Waste Pick-up System

C280 It Was a Joke to the Master



C280 It Was a Joke to the Master

As soon as Liu Fann said this, Yue Youqian and Huang Hui Feng became unhappy.    

    

"Miracle Doctor Liu, if you say that, I, Huang Huang really want to see just how bad my furniture is today!"    

    

Huang Huifeng had always believed in his own judgment. Furthermore, the Yellow Pear was one of the top materials in the country. It was impossible for Liu Fann to produce more valuable furniture than this!    

    

"Master Huang, forget it. It's just a batch of furniture. There's no need to be so calculative. It's just furniture. As long as it can be used, it's fine. "    

    

Liu Fann did not want to expose his wealth, so he tried to persuade him tactfully.    

    

"Haha, let me say, brother. You are hiding and covering me like that. It makes me very suspicious. I also want to go and take a look. "    

    

After saying that, Yue Youqian went straight upstairs.    

    

Liu Fann felt helpless. Uncle Yue, this is not because I want to humiliate you.    

    

The group went up to the third floor, and Yue Youqian searched the rooms one by one. Master Huang Hui Feng said from the side, "Miracle Doctor Liu, you can tell a person's life style from the furniture. The furniture in daily life is not only practical, but also practical. It can also affect the Fengshui of the living environment. One artifact and one scenery. One object and one interest, the good manners of the owner is very important. However, the quality of the furniture, as well as the quality of the material, will also have an extremely important impact on the living environment. "    

    

Liu Fann answered half-heartedly. He nodded and looked at Master Huang showing off. After all, he still wanted to sell the furniture to me.    

    

He was a Dr. Archeology himself and was very familiar with Feng Shui. From what Master Huang said about Feng Shui, Liu Fann knew that he was better than him.    

    

"Heh, brother, this is the high-end furniture you told me about. It's not that good. The paint here has fallen off. "    

    

Yue Youqian went to the living room and saw a set of furniture inside. He immediately turned on the mocking mode.    

    

"Brother, I know you don't lack money. I also know that you insist on being simple and tough, but don't save money here. "    

    

Yue Youqian thought that Liu Fann was just bragging and was too embarrassed to accept his gift, so his tone became a little more tactful.    

    

However, Liu Fann forgot that Yue Youqian was a big guy who knew nothing about furniture.    

    

"Master Huang, what do you think about my set of furniture?"    

    

Liu Fann looked at Huang Hui Feng. At this moment, the latter had already narrowed his eyes and was walking step by step towards the set of tables and chairs in front of him.    

    

He touched the smooth surface of the table and frowned slightly.    

    

"Master Huang, what's wrong? Did it affect the Feng Shui? I have to withdraw my brother immediately. "    

    

Yue Youqian was about to lift the table when he finished speaking.    

    

The next second.    

    

"Don't move!"    

    

Huang Huifeng held Yue Youqian's arm and threw his hand to the side.    

    

"What, what's wrong?"    

    

Yue Youqian asked in surprise. Could it be that there was something wrong with this family? Or could it be that they had some bad luck?    

    

At his social status, it was often very easy for him to get addicted to the theory of fate, geomancy, and Feng Shui. Instead, he appeared to be somewhat "superstitious. "    

    

Huang Hui Feng, however, did not seem to hear him. He muttered: "It's not from the Qing Dynasty, nor is it from the Ming Dynasty. It still has to go forward. This, this. . . "    

    

Then, he suddenly looked at Liu Fann with an extremely excited expression.    

    

" Miracle Doctor Liu, which dynasty did this sandalwood belong to? "    

    

Even someone as knowledgeable as him could not see through it!    

    

"Great Master, you have good eyesight. This is the Tang Dynasty's sandalwood eight-immortal table. I'm sorry for not being able to take it out. "    

    

Tang Dynasty, Honolulu. . .    

    

The living room was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.    

    

Huang Huifeng opened his mouth and did not close it for a long time, while Yue Youqian gulped. Although he did not know how much it was worth, just hearing the words Tang Dynasty, even an idiot would know that it was worth a fortune!    

    


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