After entering the house, he went straight to a large painting desk.

The painting table was three or four meters long, and he couldn't wait to wipe the dust in front of his eyes with his sleeves.

I saw that the tabletop was extremely flat, with warm colors, flowing graphics, and "ghost faces" that looked like huanghuali.

After moving down the smallest altar table, I found that the patterns and carvings were extremely delicate and exquisite, and the color was deep and shiny, much like rosewood.

This time he couldn't hold it in any longer and almost burst out of joy.

Because in his eyes, these things are money.

He didn't even need to do detailed calculations to get a rough estimate. He knew that even at the current low price, these things would add up to over 10,000 yuan.

He said in his heart, Master is Master.

The old man's wealth is unmistakable. He is definitely on par with the landlords and rich people. I guarantee that they will all be good things.

I didn’t expect that I still have this life!
Chapter completed!