Hua Sheng struggled for a long time, and always felt that doing so would be a bit detrimental to her morality. Although she didn't do it herself, she planned it behind the scenes after all.
But turning around and thinking about it again, Zhang Qian is a woman with bad conduct and bad views. She seduces a married man for the sake of money, and even conceived a child by scheming.
It is good for such a woman to destroy the family and cuckold the original wife.
So after much deliberation, Hua Sheng decided to let Chun Tao disclose the news to Hua Feng.
As for what Hua Feng and Hua Qing did, that was their business. If they could tolerate it, they would never touch Zhang Qian again.
After all, if she was asked to do it herself, she would not be able to do it, and she didn't have such a vicious heart.
But Hua Lin and Hua Zhi didn't know the whole story from the beginning to the end. Hua Sheng didn't intend to tell them either.
This kind of thing is disgraceful in itself, the less you know, the better, and Hua Lin is still sick, knowing these things will only increase the psychological burden.
After Chuntao received the order from the young lady, she quietly went out to handle the matter.
Hua Sheng copied Buddhist scriptures at home, hoping to accumulate some virtue for what she did today. After all, she believed in karma and reincarnation.
At noon, Gingko called, very anxious, saying that a big customer had come to the store.
Huasheng's small shop is basically not visited by anyone, so she was surprised to hear that there were big customers.
So I drove to the hidden antique shop—Yisheng has you.
Hua Sheng left in a hurry, only wearing a camel cashmere coat, not even a hat in a hurry.
It was still snowing lightly outside, and when she entered the door, there were still snowflakes on her hair, which was very artistic.
"Miss, that's it." Ginkgo whispered.
Hua Sheng glanced at the man sitting there drinking tea. He was in his forties, wearing a black coat, and he didn't look like an ordinary person.
"Hello sir, I am the owner of this store, what do you want to buy?"
Hua Sheng took the initiative to walk over, and the man got up, very politely, "That's right, our little master, I bought a fan here before and thought it was very well made, so let me see what else is good. , I brought back one or two pieces, I just glanced at them, there are not too many varieties, and... there are few high-quality goods, are you temporarily out of stock, or... are you hiding the good things and not selling them?"
After hearing this, Hua Sheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, feeling that he came here to buy something good, and he really is... a big customer.
"Your young master is the one who took away the fan last time? She does have a good eye, but I'm curious, what does she want to buy? Antiques are divided into many categories. At least one category should be mentioned so that I can do yours. Business."
"My little master likes painting, drinking, and reciting poems and inscriptions. Therefore, if the owner has paintings, wine glasses, brushes, and pen holders, we are all interested. Money is not a problem."
"Let me think about it."
Hua Sheng turned and sat on the chair, picked up the teacup, and pondered while drinking.
"Ginkgo, go and open that box, there is an inkstone inside, take it out and show this gentleman."
"Okay, miss." Ginkgo took the key from the miss's hand, went to the corner, opened an old box, and took out the dusty and unremarkable inkstone inside.
"If your lady likes this, you can take it back and try it."
"How to sell it?" The man didn't seem to know much about goods, so he could ask the price.
"Since she is a regular customer, I'll give you a reasonable price, 150,000."
Ginkgo twitched the corners of her mouth as she listened, thinking that this broken inkstone was so expensive
"Can I take a picture and show it to my little master, and ask her what she means."
"Please go ahead." Hua Sheng is also easy to talk to.
Then the person took a picture and sent it over, and after answering another call, he sent it back, "Our little master said we bought it, may I ask whether it is by credit card or bank transfer?"
"Oh? Did she like it after seeing the photo?" Hua Sheng was also very curious about this guest he had never met.