I Took Home a Mummy

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"It's you?"

Yu Lao walked over and retrieved the calligraphy and painting in his hand. It was a painting of the Willow in Spring in the Song Dynasty. He opened it carefully and found that the painting was broken from the edge to the middle, and the obvious trace completely destroyed the perfection of the painting.

Old Yu felt a pain in his heart, his sharp eyes were drawn towards Mo Huai, and his whole body was forced.

Guo Dayong on the side trembled slightly. Everyone knows that Yu Lao not only loves antiques, but also loves painting. Now, his treasure is damaged, that...

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Old Yu, don't be angry with your old man. You are a little ignorant. I will hand him over to you and let him take care of your old man." Guo Dayong smiled and decided to push Mo Huai out.

At this moment, the others present did not dare to make any noises, and all looked nervously at Mo Huai who was standing in the middle.

"not me."

Completely indifferent to the old stern gaze and the majestic aura that pressed against him, Mo Huaiying's eyebrows wrinkled, and his face was expressionless, and he replied coldly.

Old Yu looked at the painting in his hand, panicking with regret in his heart. He glared at Mo Huai and said angrily: "They all correct you, don't want to deny it."

Guo Dayong was afraid that Yu was annoyed by the old, so he hurriedly said: "Mo Huai, you must admit that you have done something wrong. Since you have damaged the famous painting, you must take the responsibility." He must put himself away. Hengrou Hengsheng's face was fierce, "I tell you now that you have been fired and you are no longer an employee of our company. The mistakes you made have nothing to do with the company."

"Boss, how can you fire Brother Huai?" Cao Yang couldn't help but ask.

Guo Dayong glared at him, "Shut up, what do I decide to ask you to interfere? No matter how much nonsense, I even fired you."

"This is clearly not..."

"I said, I didn't destroy the painting." Cao Yang's words were interrupted by Mo Huai's cold voice.

"It doesn't matter if I am you or not, you will be responsible for the problems caused by the painting, or you will lose the exact same one, or you will lose money."

Old Yu was blowing his beard and staring. This spring landscaped Liutu was one of his favorite paintings. It took a lot of money and thought to find it back. It has been hung in the store for people to admire him. destroyed. "Otherwise, hum, don't blame me for being rude to you."

After hearing Yu Lao's request, everyone secretly mourned for Mo Huai. How could they lose the exact same painting? As for losing money, it is estimated that there is no fraction of the money that a porter can pay.

When Guo Dayong heard this, his whole body trembled, and his fat belly also trembled. He remembered the old deeds.

He used to hear that Yu Lao had a strange personality and was crazy about painting. In order to collect the paintings he liked, he would do whatever he could. Once there was a person who competed with him for a painting, and later, the famous painting was won by that person. However, it didn't take long for the person who got the painting to declare bankruptcy. As for the painting, it finally fell to the old hands. Because of this incident, everyone has a new understanding of the old idiot painting. For a painting, people go bankrupt, and everyone is even more taboo against the old.

Mo Huai didn't expect the old man in front of him to be unreasonable.

"Humph."

He snorted coldly, his dark eyes were cold, "Why should I listen to you."