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"Everything I have researched these days is written down in a notebook. You can take a look at it when you are free. If you need something or want to sell something, go to Liu San'er, who has eaten with us before. He will take you to the old master. ." Boss Su took out a wooden box, which contained land deeds, account books, keys and other items, as well as various experiences and techniques for making fakes.
"Okay." Si Qingyan bowed to him.
¡°I want to thank you on behalf of all the students in the girls¡¯ school.¡±
"It should be it should be When Baoling wanted to study abroad, I didn't let her study. Now I regret it so much that my intestines are green I suffered the hardship of studying, but it's even harder not to study. Young people don't like to bow their heads. But I¡¯m old, and I can¡¯t persuade her even if I lower my head first, and I¡¯m afraid that she will regret it later, so I want to ask you to bring a letter and put it in the box.¡±
"I have to entrust you with my funeral. Boss Su of Zhenbao Pavilion will soon die of illness."
¡°Don¡¯t tell anyone that I¡¯m alive, that¡¯ll get you into trouble.¡±
Boss Su smiled with some reluctance and relief.
"Um."
Si Qingyan took the wooden box and found that it was unexpectedly heavy.
"I'll take you to see the 20,000 silver dollars. If it's convenient, you can have someone come and move it tonight."
Si Qingyan followed Boss Su to the second floor and uncovered the bed boards, floor tiles, and partitions in the wall. They were all filled with shining silver coins.
"I don't worry about hiding somewhere else. I count them every day and I feel at ease if we sleep next to each other."
For the first time, Boss Su didn¡¯t show signs of pain, he was very free and easy.
No matter how much money you have, you still have to spend it.
"good."
"I've prepared the body. It will be transported over tomorrow night and the funeral will begin the day after tomorrow. Otherwise, it will stink if it is left there for a long time in the hot weather."
Boss Su left in a hurry and explained the matter again. Without waiting for Si Qingyan¡¯s assurance, he added:
"I can rest assured that you will do your job. If I mean just in case, if you have any difficulties in the future, just go to the Wancheng Bell Tower to take shelter and say that you are Boss Su's person."
Boss Su took the jade ring from his thumb and placed it in Si Qingyan's hand with great care.
"Once a teacher, always a father. I don't dare to think of myself as a father, but I also regard myself as half of your elders. This is a token. You can wear it and think about it, or you can put it away, but you must keep it close to your body. Don¡¯t lose it.¡±
This jade ring has traveled with the Su family for several generations. The more you keep it, the better it gets. It can also be worn to protect yourself. Su Baoling has a jade bead inherited from the Su family. Mrs. Su put it on for her before she passed away She is very filial to her mother and will not take it off, so Boss Su is quite relieved.
"Okay." Si Qingyan bowed respectfully to Boss Su and was helped up by him.
"We are all on the same journey."
Boss Su patted Si Qingyan on the shoulder, his eyes fell on the dancing candlelight, and sparks seemed to ignite in his eyes.
Si Qingyan nodded, suddenly feeling that Boss Su was hiding something.
He can appreciate antiques. On weekdays, he writes in smooth regular script without any merits or demerits. In private, he writes with great style in thin gold script and elegant cursive script. He can tell all kinds of calligraphy, paintings, jades, and jewelry if they fall into his hands. To be clear-headed, one must be a person with a strong family background and profound knowledge.
Gun control is not strict, but there are very few guns. They are generally imported and only available to high-ranking officials or the military. It is difficult for them to flow into the hands of other people. Ordinary bosses can't get a gun, and they don't have the guts to sell fakes to the Japanese one after another.
Boss Su¡¯s connections are unusually wide. He has been selling counterfeit goods for so long and has not been discovered, and even no news has leaked out.
¡°And he keeps himself clean, doesn¡¯t smoke, rarely drinks, and doesn¡¯t look for women. In this regard, he is incompatible with other businessmen in Wancheng.
No matter what, Boss Su has never done anything crazy, and he is even more upright than those businessmen who talk nicely. The silver dollar that has been lying dormant for so long should be donated as soon as possible.
The cost of counterfeiting many antiquities is very high. The gold and silver on them are real gold and silver. Even counterfeiting of calligraphy and painting requires high-quality paper and ink. No matter how fast Boss Su makes money, he cannot make 20,000 silver dollars in a short period of time. .
It must have been accumulated for a long time
"This is not my hometown. After all, I have stayed there for twenty years. I have always disliked the wind and sand in the north and the cold winter. Now that I have to leave, I feel a little reluctant to leave."
Boss Su sighed and glanced at the empty Treasure Pavilion, feeling even more lonely.
The wife has passed away and the daughter has her own life.
He is the only one left behind.
"Take care of yourself." Si Qingyan warned carefully.
"Okay, okayyou too, don't be too hardFinally, he suddenly suddenly said:
"Oh, there are two."
There is the word "zhen" in my mother's name, and there is the word "treasure" in her name.
Unconsciously, I burst into tears and my makeup was a mess.
The weather in summer is very changeable, with thunder and lightning and heavy rain all of a sudden.
She stood at the door, standing in the rain, never daring to go in.
Inside is a huge "Dian" written on white paper, and a black coffin.
The fox fur was wetted by the rain and stuck to her body. She squatted down, without realizing it, hugging her shoulders and burying her head in tears.
Mom is gone, and so is dad.
There is no home anymore.
A shadow was cast in front of him, and the rain on his head stopped.
She looked up and vaguely saw a young man in a black gown. He was thin and handsome, wearing glasses. He was holding an old big umbrella. The hand holding the umbrella was a familiar jade ring. He seemed to be saying something. .
The rain was so loud that she cried so hard that her ears were buzzing and she couldn't hear what he said.
He went into the room again, took out a coat, put it on her body, and then helped her up through the clothes.
"Don't be sad, he left a letter."
"Oh" Su Baoling was dumbfounded, not knowing what day it was.
"Senior sister, should you wash up first or read the letter first?"
His voice is clear and magnetic, perhaps a little hoarse from talking too much, and to the ears it feels like a green lotus blooming quietly in a lake.
"Read the letter." Su Baoling's eyes were a little swollen and she looked very embarrassed. She wiped the water on her hands before accepting the letter.
" is the name of my father, which is seriously inconsistent with his personality. It is gorgeous, clear, meaningful, and pleasing to the eye.
"My son A Bao, my father will have to travel far away for a while. Don't be sad. Our family will get together again at some time If you have something to do, just let your junior brother handle it. It doesn't matter how old you are. My father agrees with it." ¡¡±
It was a bit serious at first, but then it became more and more out of character.
According to a certain pattern, Su Baoling picked out words from the letter and spelled them into one sentence¡ª¡ª
I¡¯m not dead, so I¡¯m crying in vain.
Su Baoling squeezed out a strange smile on her sad face, and even wanted to curse.
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Thank you little angels for voting for me~
Thank you to the little angel who threw [landmine]: 2 pieces of passerby powder from the flower grower
Thank you to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: 1 passerby from the flower gardener
Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~
Thank you to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of the flower grower¡¯s passerby powder, 15 bottles of pure milk, 3 bottles of Xie¡¯s Fengliu, and 1 bottle of Painting Studio No Certificate
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