Treasure Hunter Resurrection Son-in-law Trash

Eps. 34 Weird Buyers

Woof! The sound of dog barking in front of Eric's house.

Gwen brought the Beauceron home. He carried it while holding Mervin's arm tightly. Because the man had not recovered properly from his wound.

“Whose dog's voice is outside the house? Don't tell me that Mervin brought the dog home yesterday.” Eric came out of the house with a grumble to confirm it himself directly.

Sure enough this time his trash son-in-law came home with a dog, even though the one who brought the dog was Gwen. But he thinks the dog must be from Mervin.

Woof! The dog jumps down from Gwen's hand when Eric arrives.

“Max, back!” yelled Gwen, calling. He was worried that his father would kick the little dog.

He and Mervin just named him Max on the street after coming home from Ethan's Grandpa. He said it was a simple and fitting name for the dog.

“Who allowed you to bring a dog home?!” hardik Eric direct.

Making Mervin who previously wanted to convey it so that the man was not angry with him, immediately froze because it had been scolded first.

Gwen immediately advanced while taking Max.

“Dad, I think this house needs supervision and the dog can carry out the task. This dog is no ordinary dog. This dog is one of the rare breeds of Beauceron,” said Gwen.

Eric, who does not like animals, so in his house there are no pets, none do not understand the type of rare dog called by Gwen.

“How is Father, can I keep him here? I hope you let this clever little animal live here. If not.. maybe I will move from here.” said Gwen again, because it seems it was silent for too long.

“Moving? Move to where?”

“Move to a new home with Mervin, Dad. We plan to buy a new home,” racau Gwen origin. Though he had never talked about it at all with Mervin before. He had to do that to bully his father.

“You may bring him to live here as long as the condition of this house is kept clean. If your dog poops everywhere I'll burn it!” Forced Eric to give permission from his daughter to leave the house with Mervin. If he could, it wasn't Gwen who left, it was Mervin.

Ck!

Gwen smiled faintly at Mervin, then turned to look at Max.

“Come max we enter.”

Woof!

Mervin was in his shop. The wounds on his body had recovered and he was able to return to running perfectly as before.

The look of his shop after the last incident of the theft has changed completely. Now many layered protectors are installed in every corner of the store. Also he put some security officers in front there. The security he employs is not an ordinary security but a former member of the mafia.

“I've arranged it in another storefront. Take a look here. Is this fitting, Mervin?” ask Gwen.

He ordered a new storefront, although the previous storefront was still enough. He deliberately bought another storefront to separate the antiques that some time ago obtained by Mervin. Because the types are different, so to make it easy to group them.

“Perfect! Whatever you make good results,” replied Mervin, just a few lyrics and not so much attention to it. For him, he doesn't care about small things.

Gwen turned to look at her phone. As the woman had already posted the new stuff that her man got on his social media.

“New three hours ago I posted, already a lot of who left comments on the wall.”

There were thousands of comments on the walls of Gwen's social media accounts. Many of them bid on the items posted at the price of 'wah'.

There are also those who want to see that stuff first. There are also those who want to buy that stuff. But there was one strange comment. More comments than others.

“Why did he say all this stuff is not real stuff but just a shot?!” pekik Gwen read the comments left by an account called black ash.

Even more astounding the account says if he has one of the items that exactly match the item he posted and that it is genuine. Worse yet he will come to this store to prove it himself.

Woof! Suddenly Max barked.

The dog always went with him wherever Mervin and Gwen went, including to the store. Worried that if left at home, Mervin would do something to Max.

“Does anyone come?” chirps Mervin. Because usually Max will only light up if there are new people who come and do not know him.

Just now Mervin consisted of his seat to check, in front of him was already standing a foreign man wearing a black coat and carrying a cigar.

“Can I meet Miss Gwen?”