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Chapter 124 The little girl lies without drafting

 An hour later, Uncle Wang and Lao Chen were sent over by Yunlan’s service staff.

The two old men got off the shuttle bus and looked at the luxurious villa, and they both sighed.

Uncle Wang said: "She actually lives in Yunlan. I thought she was a poor child!"

Both Hu Laosi and Uncle Wang had seen Qin Jiao's true face, including the rich Mr. Zhang. They had dinner together. During the meal, Qin Jiao took off her mask and hat. Naturally, they knew that she was once an abandoned member of the Shen family.

Female identity.

Uncle Wang got to know Qin Jiao afterwards and knew that she was a popular star in the entertainment industry and that she had a rich boyfriend, but he didn't know whether the villa belonged to her or her boyfriend.

He knew that Qin Jiao had made five billion from selling the relics, which was more than enough to buy Yun Lan's house. But this was Yun Lan, and the house was bought by wealthy families from Jiangnan and other places before it was built.

If you can buy it, it is even less likely that someone will sell a second-hand house.

Therefore, it is unlikely that Qin Jiao bought this house herself.

Uncle Wang will not look down on Qin Jiao because of this, but he is a little embarrassed. He doesn't know who Qin Jiao's boyfriend is, and wonders if that man is reliable? The little girl is very nice, don't be blinded by the extravagant wealth in front of you.<

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Uncle Wang thought about trying to persuade Qin Jiao later, but Lao Chen was talking to himself on the side.

"As expected of a person who possesses the master's authentic work, he can live in Yunlan and has a noble status. I just don't know what she intends to do with the gourd."

Uncle Wang didn't hear what Old Chen was saying and pulled him: "What are you muttering about? Come in!"

Qin Jiao had already notified Yunlan's staff and asked them to bring people in, otherwise Yunlan would have been so easy to get in.

Hearing the doorbell, Qin Jiao went out and saw Uncle Wang and a familiar face.

Qin Jiao did not wear a hat or mask. This was at her own home, and Uncle Wang had also seen her. As for Lao Chen, he was one of the few Xuanmen customers whom she did not consider as a customer.

Lao Chen has been to Xuanmen many times and is familiar with her, but even so, he has never seen the true face of the head of Xuanmen. That is the rule of Xuanmen, and it is easy to avoid seeing people.

Naturally, Lao Chen didn't recognize Qin Jiao as Master Kongshan. He was full of questions and wanted to ask her right away where the calligraphy came from.

"She is the little girl you mentioned?"

Old Chen looked at Wang Tianfu, he really didn't expect Qin Jiao to be so young.

Uncle Wang clicked his tongue in disgust: "Didn't I tell you she was a little girl?"

Lao Chen stopped talking. He and Lao Wang were both very old, and they thought the little girl he was talking about was at least thirty, but she was only around twenty.

Who knows how to appreciate calligraphy at such a young age? Whose girl is she?

Entering the villa, Lao Chen found that she was alone in the house, with no servants or family members.

He couldn't help but ask: "Do you live alone?"

Qin Jiao smiled and responded: "Yes, Mr. Chen, it's just me."

Lao Chen asked again: "Aren't you from Jiangnan?"

He thought that Qin Jiao might be from the capital or another city. This villa should have been purchased by her family and she was just visiting Jiangnan for a temporary stay.

Unexpectedly, Qin Jiao nodded: "I am!"

"Who are you?" Old Chen wondered: "What about your family members?"

Only then did Qin Jiao understand what Old Chen meant, and explained with a smile: "Does Mr. Chen know about the Shen family in Jiangnan?"

"Shen's Group?"

"That's right, there was a lot of fuss about the real and fake daughter of the Shen family some time ago. Mr. Chen must have heard about it, right?"

Old Chen nodded: "I've heard some gossip."

Qin Jiao smiled nonchalantly: "I am the fake daughter of the Shen family, but now that my surname is no longer Shen, Mr. Chen can just call me Qin Jiao."

Old Chen was slightly surprised, but soon returned to normal. He took another look at the luxurious decoration of the villa. The furniture and appliances were all from big brands. There were several paintings hanging on the walls. Others couldn't tell, but collectors like them You can tell at a glance that nine out of ten of them are authentic.

Can the fake daughter of the Shen family who was expelled from the wealthy family live in Yunlan?

But Lao Chen is a smart man and didn’t ask any questions.

Uncle Wang was already familiar with shopping. Old Chen was about to ask Qin Jiao about the calligraphy when he suddenly heard Old Wang's exclamation.

He and Qin Jiao both looked over. Qin Jiao twitched her lips in embarrassment when she saw Lao Wang standing at the door of the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Lao Chen walked over.

Qin Jiao had no choice but to follow her.

Uncle Wang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and turned to look at Qin Jiao: "Little girl, have you not had lunch yet?"

Qin Jiao nodded sheepishly: "I haven't eaten yet."

Uncle Wang laughed loudly and went into the kitchen without hesitation: "You guys chat, I'll cook something for the little girl."

Qin Jiao hurriedly said: "How embarrassing is this!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, but it's just a meal, I can't make you hungry."

Qin Jiao was not pretentious after hearing this: "Thank you, Uncle Wang."

Uncle Wang waved his hand and motioned for them to go out.

Lao Chen had something to hide in his heart, so he followed Qin Jiao back to the living room without speaking to Uncle Wang.

Qin Jiao looked at Old Chen: "Mr. Chen, have you brought the things?"

"Yes, I brought it." As Lao Chen spoke, he took the brocade box that had been placed at the entrance, but he was not in a hurry to open it. Instead, he pressed his hand on the brocade box and asked her in a meaningful way.

: "Little girl, can you tell me who gave you that calligraphy?"

Qin Jiao raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Chen means that if I don't tell you, you won't give me the gourd, right?"

Lao Chen didn't say anything, he just stared at her without blinking.

Qin Jiao was not in a hurry, she leaned leisurely on the sofa and said with a faint smile: "I also want to know, gourds are rare, how can Mr. Chen have such a rare thing?"

Old Chen's eyebrows moved slightly. Of course he would not tell Qin Jiao. That was because he had been to a place where there was a collection room as big as a museum. He was lucky enough to go in and see a row of exquisite and shiny objects.

Gourd, I cherished this thing, and later I spent all my efforts to search for it, and finally got such a gourd that is more than a thousand years old.

The gourd is not only precious, but also of great use to some people. He originally wanted to dedicate this gourd to that expert, but he never thought that anyone would need it.

The reason why he was willing to exchange, apart from the fact that he had to get the calligraphy, was because he wanted to see who the little girl Wang Tianfu was talking about was!

Qin Jiao looked at him with deep eyes, and asked as if she was compromising: "Mr. Chen, do you really want to know that much?"

Lao Chen immediately straightened his back and nodded heavily: "As long as you tell the truth, I will give you this gourd!"

Qin Jiao nodded: "Let's not hide it from Mr. Chen. The calligraphy was not a gift from others, nor was it purchased with money. It was written by me myself."
Chapter completed!
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