Chapter 28 The person in the painting - "The city god is my ancestor, it turns out that I am the Nth generation of gods"

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When Wang Dalei saw Wu Jiang coming back with a scroll of ancient paintings wrapped in brocade in his hand, he suddenly became interested. Just as he was about to take it and take a look, Wu Jiang fooled him into passing it with a few words.

Wang Dalei went out to buy lunch and came back, and the two of them had a hearty meal with cold beer.

In the summer afternoon, it was easy to feel sleepy. Wu Jiang yawned and went to sleep in a small room inside.

The young master is so willful!

When Wu Jiang came out rubbing his eyes, Wang Dalei was sitting on the chair, his head moving up and down. It was obvious that the master was also sleepy.

"Brother Wang, go inside and sleep for a while. I'll look at the store." Wu Jiang woke up Wang Dalei, but Wang Dalei didn't show politeness to him and went straight inside to sleep.

Wu Jiang was the only one left in the store. He picked up the scroll and started reading it. But as soon as he opened it, a young couple entered the store.

Wu Jiang had no choice but to put away the scroll and step forward to receive him.

Not bad, I sold a piece of Lingbi stone and made a few hundred yuan.

At this time, he stopped studying ancient paintings, made himself a cup of tea, and found a novel to pass the time.

When Wang Dalei came out, Wu Jiang couldn't sit still and was ready to leave.

"Brother Wang, I'm going home first, don't call my mother!" Wu Jiang grabbed the ancient painting on the table and shouted to Wang Dalei.

Wang Dalei was wiping an inkstone with his head down, and said without raising his head: "Okay, go ahead, don't do bad things secretly!"

Wu Jiang smiled and cursed before walking out of Moxiangju holding the ancient painting.

Wu Jiang went to the 4S store, but it was boring to look at cars alone. He tried a test drive, but didn't decide which brand to buy. In the end, he left heartlessly under the nostalgic eyes of the salesperson.

When Wu Jiang got home, his mother, Wang Yaqin, had not come back yet. She must have been playing mahjong with her old sisters again.

He first put the ancient paintings back in his bedroom, then turned around and got into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out wiping his wet hair, Wang Yaqin happened to open the door and come in.

"Eh? Why are you back so early?" Wang Yaqin raised her eyebrows and raised her eyebrows when she saw her son, with a hint of questioning in her tone.

Wu Jiang immediately put on a playful and smiling face, quickly stepped forward and hugged his mother's arm, saying, "Mom, how could I miss work? The antique city is almost empty, so I came back early. Mom, I want to eat the pickled fish you made. Can we eat fish tonight?"

Wang Yaqin was so used to her son being so coquettish that she no longer cared about Wu Jiang skipping work.

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