No matter how joking I was, I was really worried that he would go bankrupt. He was a calm and self-controlled person, planned and cautious in his work, but when it came to something related to me, he would inevitably be impulsive.

"To be honest, your old school saves some money. If you are short of money, I will go to sea to catch it. There are acquaintances there. Let it introduce a few shipwrecks and take out a few boxes of gold to spend a while."

"You mean mermaid?"

"Ah, do you remember it?"

"Remember, we don't need to go to sea for adventure. When I'm short of money, I will tell you, don't worry, you can't escape."

"How did you study the coffin? Can you sell it?"

"It's opened, there's only a comb inside."

"Ah? You mean, is the one who steals vegetables and eats a comb?"

"No, it was stolen by the coffin."

"Those fragments?"

"Well, they are."

"What are you going to deal with them?"

"No need to deal with them, they have broken down, and now there is only a comb left."

"Is the comb golden?"

"Much, peach wood, don't ask, it won't be sold for a few dollars."

Those who know me are Chen, and whether it is worth it is the focus of my concern.

The fragments of stealing things are broken down and the combs are not valuable, so there is no need to borrow a place in the warehouse.

Baozi contacted the client and said that there was an evil thing in their house. The master helped them purify it and wanted to send it back, but it was not convenient to give it a mailing address.

The client asked what it was, and the bun said it was a peach wood comb. It was used by the lady. The client said he didn't want it and let us deal with it.

Chen Qinghan checked it and found that the comb was nothing special, so the buns put it in the office.

"Who will use the world's most advanced safe to pack a roll of paper? Do you think it's reasonable?" I couldn't help but ask.

"It's unreasonable, but it may have special significance to those who collect it." Chen Qinghan glanced at the hairpin on my head as he spoke.

"That family must have no idea what. The previous generation may have known something. Alas... it's a little bit of trouble. Time is tightly covered, and no one knows the truth."

"It seems that the firm also has to build an item storage room. With you there, there will be such things in the future."

"I haven't picked up weird things this time, and you also say that the comb is very ordinary."

"Don't the coffin count?"
Chapter completed!