Reborn 1980 Married to the toughest guy in the army

"Jiang Wan!"

"How can you be so annoying!"

Jiang Wan sneered, walked a few steps to the car, took out the car key and opened the door, but did not open the door and get in the car. Instead, he leaned against the door and looked at Jiang Xue with a smile and said:

"However annoying I am is my business, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"But I can kindly tell you: this car is called an Audi, and it was imported from abroad!"

"Don't underestimate this car, it cost hundreds of thousands!"

"But there's nothing I can do. Several of my companies are profitable. Putting all that aside, I'm also making a lot of money by dealing in antiques with Jia Haixia."

"So, this little bit of money is just a drop in the bucket!"

"You know, antiques, we are serious about buying and selling antiques. We rely on our eyesight. We are not like your man, who lets tomb robbers dig in the cemetery!"

"Hey, why am I telling you all this? You are such an unworldly woman, and it would be cheap of you to talk to you any more!"

After he finished speaking, he got into the car, closed the door, turned the steering wheel and drove away.

Seeing Jiang Wan driving away, the women standing nearby were dumbfounded.

"This car really belongs to Jiang Wan!"

"Oh, it doesn't matter anymore. Did you hear what she said just now? She said she made a lot of money by dealing in antiques with Jia Haixia!"

"Speaking of antiques, I remember a newspaper article not long ago about a man who bought a dragon head for a few dozen yuan in China and sold it for tens of millions when he took it abroad!"

"It seems to be true! It must be sold for several million!"

"Tens of millions, lots of zeros, I counted them specially!"

These people started talking about the Dragon Head and ignored Jiang Xue completely.

Jiang Xue was so angry that she stamped her feet repeatedly. The hatred in her heart towards Jiang Wan was as endless as a surging river.

She returned home angrily and found Gao Pengju reading a newspaper on the sofa.

When he saw her come back, he ignored her at all.

Jiang Xue walked a few steps to him, took off the bracelet on her wrist and placed it in front of him.

He asked coldly: "Let me ask you, where did you get this bracelet?"

Gao Pengju frowned and looked at her: "What are you doing?"

"Let me ask you, where did this bracelet come from?"

"Did you take it off the corpse?"

Gao Pengju threw the newspaper aside and said coldly: "You are talking nonsense. This is an unearthed ancient artifact. How would I know if it is a burial object or was taken from a corpse?"

"It's a fun thing anyway, just take it with you, why are you wasting time?"

After saying that, he ignored Jiang Xue, stood up and went upstairs.

Jiang Xue looked at his receding back, her teeth chattering with anger.

She wanted to grab the bracelet and smash it.

However, thinking of the value of the bracelet, she stopped again.

"Gao Pengju, Jiang Wan, you are too bullying!"

In a rage, she grabbed the teacup on the table next to her and threw it out, smashing it hard on the ground.

After what happened today, the antique fever in the family compound was suddenly sparked.

Those old ladies who usually have nothing to do at home make an appointment to go to the flea market to buy some simple things.

However, they knew nothing and after walking around, they did pick out a few nice-looking treasures.

However, when they found the Antiques Association and showed it to Jia Haixia, Jia Haixia was really at a loss whether to laugh or cry:

"Aunt Qiao, this is made of glass!"

"Niu's sister, yours is also made of glass."

"Yanzi, yours is made of jade, but it is Hetian jade. It is not ancient jade. It was produced in the last three years."

Swallow was not happy with this and asked angrily, "How do you know it was made within the last three years? There's nothing engraved on it!"

"You are deliberately trying to lower the price, so you say that!"

Jia Haixia sighed and said, "Here, this is a magnifying glass. Use it to look at this small mark on it."

“Many carving masters like to leave marks in their works, which are difficult to see with the naked eye, but can still be seen with a magnifying glass!”

Yan Zi took it and looked at it suspiciously, her expression changed slightly.

The mark clearly read: "Dachun, made in 1983!"

Swallow was very disappointed.

This batch was sent away by Jia Haixia, and another batch came later.

After Jia Haixia identified the pieces, she found that none of them were valuable. Those who had spent a lot of money to buy the glass were unwilling to give up and took their treasures to others for identification.

But the result is the same.

There are even a few appraisers who claim: "Give me some money and I will give you a certificate of authenticity!"

The wives of soldiers in the family compound: "..."

"roll!"

After these military wives returned, the news spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

Soon someone dug up news reports about Jia Haixia refusing to surrender despite her death in the Zhonghua Building.

In an instant, the gossip and abuse that had originally been directed at Jia Haixia and her daughter-in-law for being sworn brothers, and that Jia Haixia was bewitched by her daughter-in-law and insisted on getting a divorce, suddenly became one-sided.

Everyone began to admire Jia Haixia's abilities, her courage, her integrity and her willingness to die rather than surrender.

Just when all the military wives in the compound were praising Jia Haixia, Hai Rongtian came back dejectedly.

He is now suspended from his post. After returning to Yanjing, he went straight back to the compound without reporting to the army.

Because he was in a bad mood, his face was a little pale and he walked slowly. He looked like a person who suddenly realized that his son was not his.

Hai Rongtian didn't bring any luggage, he just came back carrying a backpack.

Halfway through the journey, someone came towards him. Hai Rongtian didn't intend to pay attention to him, but the other person rushed over enthusiastically, grabbed his hand and shook it fiercely:

"Lao Hai, you are finally back, please help me!"

Hai Rongtian was stunned. He looked up at the other person and recognized him as the deputy chief of staff of the military region.

"Lao Bi, what's wrong with you? I've been suspended from work now, how can I help you?"

Bi Qingshan said: "Lao Hai, I'm not kidding you."

"We had a lot of misunderstandings about your wife before, so our attitude wasn't very good!"

"But since we have lived in the same compound for so many years, let your wife help my wife pick out a decent toy!"

"Even if it costs a little more, we can keep it as a family heirloom."

Hai Rongtian was completely confused at this moment.

His mind quickly filtered out the key information: his wife, Jia Haixia, a family heirloom.

Hai Rongtian took a deep breath and said in a slightly cold voice: "Lao Bi, you should know that I'm divorced!"

"I can't do anything about that woman now. If she gets into any trouble, go find her!"

Lao Bi was stunned.

Seeing that Hai Rongtian didn't seem to be lying, he said depressedly: "I heard that you two are divorced."

"But you both have someone else outside, and you have been married for half your life, why can't you compromise?"

"Besides, your wife is such a good woman, can you just say you don't want her?"

"You really are!"

Hai Rongtian frowned and asked in confusion: "Lao Bi, what is going on? Tell me!"

Seeing that he really didn't seem to know, Lao Bi immediately started to tell him the whole story.