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Chapter 1 Misfortunes never come singly

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    The summer sun was shining brightly on the earth, making the surrounding air very stuffy. Although it was just after nine o'clock in the morning, apart from the vehicles passing by, there were very few pedestrians on the street.

    At this time, Meng Zitao was riding his bicycle quickly towards the antique street of Ling City, his sweaty face full of anxiety and sorrow.  All this happened because his father Meng Shuliang was diagnosed with gastric cancer.

    "It's true that good people don't get rewarded!" Meng Zitao sighed while riding a bicycle.

    Speaking of which, the 54-year-old Meng Shuliang really deserves to be called a good person. He has a good personality, rarely loses his temper, is dedicated to his work, and is willing to help others. Anyone who has come into contact with him will not fail to praise him for his conduct.

    But it is precisely because of this that some time ago, when the factory was not operating well and needed to lay off employees, Meng Shuliang was the first one to find him, and Meng Shuliang signed a compensation agreement without saying a word.

    Fortunately, because Meng Shuliang was the first to sign the agreement, the factory will pay him social security until retirement, which is reasonable.

    Meng Shuliang used to work as a fitter in a factory. Although he was not certified, he still had the skills, so he didn¡¯t have to worry about finding a job after he was laid off.  During this period, many factories have already extended invitations to him.

    Meng Shuliang had already made plans, but because he had been feeling nauseous and uncomfortable in his abdomen these past few days, he went to the hospital for a checkup. Unexpectedly, the result was a bolt from the blue: he actually had stomach cancer.  The only good thing is that it is still in the early stages and the cure rate is very high.

    But even in the early stage, the surgery fee, plus other treatment costs, would add up to 100,000.  And Meng Zitao's family is just a working-class family. They just bought a house two years ago, and the money they borrowed was just repaid a year ago. Where can they get so much money now?

    Speaking of borrowing money, Meng Zitao¡¯s mother also made a lot of phone calls in the past two days. Except for a few relatives and friends, everyone started fighting when they heard it was a loan. In the end, they only borrowed more than 30,000 yuan.  That¡¯s all.  In addition, the family's savings are less than 50,000 yuan.

    Seeing this situation, Meng Shuliang had the idea of ??not treating the patient, but he was persuaded by his mother and son.  If you have a terminal illness, there's nothing you can do about it, but that's absolutely impossible now.  In the end, Meng Zitao made the decision. If there was no other way, he would sell the house.

    Of course, there is no other way. After working hard for most of my life, I finally bought a house and had to sell it. How could I be willing to let it go?

    So, the family could only decide on the idea of ??selling a few items passed down from their ancestors to get some money.  This task fell on Meng Zitao.

    "So, as the old saying goes, rich people have distant relatives in the mountains, while poor people live in the city and no one cares about them. No matter how nice a person is, his face changes when money is mentioned."

    Meng Zitao sneered in his heart and parked his bicycle at the door of an antique shop.  He touched his pocket and saw that the items were still there. He felt relieved. Then he wiped the sweat from his face, put on a smile, and walked into the antique shop.

    This antique shop is not big in appearance, but it is very neatly arranged.  On the two antique shelves, there are porcelain, ancient jades, incense burners, cultural objects, etc., all of which are quite exquisite.

    It's just that these things are not conducive to insiders. Firstly, many of them are high imitations. Secondly, even if they are genuine, the quality is not very good. Only some laymen and some cash-strapped antique lovers can buy them.  Will buy cheaply.

    Take Meng Zitao, for example, who started paying attention to the antiques industry in 2004. After four years, although he has learned a lot about various antiques, because he is short of money, even if he wants to buy antiques, he only dares to patronize street stalls.  It's a small shop like this.

    Although he would also go to larger antique stores, he would only look at them at most and would never dare to let him buy them.

    At this time, there was a middle-aged man in his forties sitting in the store. Although he had an ordinary appearance, his eyes were bright and sparkling from time to time, as if he was calculating something. He was a shrewd man at a glance.

    This person is the shopkeeper of this shop, his name is Xue Wenguang.

    Meng Zitao has known Xue Wenguang for two years. Generally speaking, although this person is a bit cunning, Meng Zitao does not have much money, and he is careful, so he has not suffered any losses here in the past two years.

    Xue Wenguang is a eloquent person, and from time to time he will talk about some gossip and experience in the antique industry. This attracts Meng Zitao, who has no guidance from a famous teacher, and often comes here to hang out.  Of course, this was also because Meng Zitao bought his things, otherwise he would not have said this.

    "Brother Xue, how is business today?" Meng Zitao forced a smile and said hello to Xue Wenguang.

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    Hearing what Xue Wenguang said, the middle-aged man secretly thought, "Unlucky," but he did not shirk his responsibility. He stared at Xue Wenguang and asked, "How much is this jade pendant worth?"

    Xue Wenguang laughed dryly: "I just offered six thousand!"

    Meng Zitao took a deep look at Xue Wenguang, and felt a surge of anger in his heart. He thought that he and Xue Wenguang had known each other for two years, and even though they didn't buy much from him, they still had some friendship over the two years. Couldn't they be treated normally?  The price of the order?

    "Even if you, Xue Wenguang, think that this person is your big customer and want to maintain a good relationship, you can't use my money to please him!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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