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100 Binger Cao

"Sir, we've arrived at the place you mentioned." After the taxi driver stopped the car, he reminded Qin Yuguan, who had been thinking hard about his jade ring, looked at the timer and said: "The total is thirty-three and almost sixty-nine cents.

"

"Ah, thank you," Qin Yuguan, who had woken up, was about to pay. Suddenly, when he heard the driver's quotation, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked with disbelief: "No way? It's only so far away."

So much money? That's about five or six kilometers... You won't bully me for not being a local, right?" Because his accent doesn't have a Jiaodong flavor, these days he is always misunderstood as an outsider.

"Hey, from what you said, are we the kind of people who make money out of their own pocket? Not only did we turn on the air conditioner for you along the way, but this car is a Japanese Crown, and its starting price is more expensive than other cars."

The driver knocked on the crown logo on the steering wheel and said proudly: "It's a good car to enjoy, but of course the price is more expensive."

Are Japanese things necessarily good? In Qin Yuguan's impression, apart from being world-famous, there seems to be nothing about that country that left a good impression on him. However, even a humble citizen like a taxi driver doesn't understand.

Qin Yuguan didn't bother to grind his teeth with him for a few dollars, so he took out the only thirty-five dollars he had and handed it to him, then opened the door and got out of the car.

The bearded driver smiled, put the money in his pocket, and turned around to leave. The driver didn't seem to have any intention of giving the extra one dollar and thirty-one cents to him, because according to normal logic, there was no such thing.

Who cares about this little money when they are sitting on the Crown?

Knocking on the crown, which was about to turn around, Qin Yuguan said with a serious face to the driver who rolled down the window: "Give me change."

No? The driver looked at the mansion behind Qin Yuguan. Even if he didn't live in such a million-dollar mansion, he wouldn't care about the change of more than one yuan?

"Brother, do you know that the whole of China is now boycotting Japanese goods? Although I can't let the Chinese people kick my ass after riding on Japanese goods, but I don't have to throw money away to people who make money by selling Japanese goods." Qin Yu

Guan said seriously, as if taking a car from Japan was a great insult to him.

"I, I'm not Japanese... I just rely on Japanese products to make a living. Isn't it just more than one yuan? I'll give it to you." It seems that he has also heard about the nationwide boycott of Japanese products. The bearded driver

After muttering, the pride on his face disappeared, and he handed the remaining money to Qin Yuguan through the car window.

But just when Qin Yuguan was about to reach out and take it back, the bearded driver suddenly retracted his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"This is the thirty-five yuan you just gave me. I will give it all back to you, even if you use Japanese goods in vain." The driver smiled heartily, with a narrowing smile in his narrowed eyes: "I do this.

, I just want you to feel the refreshing feeling of buying Japanese goods for free... Although this car is not a human being, haha." Amid laughter, the bearded man put the money into the hands of the naked Qin Yuguan, as if he had just

He looked so proud that he took Qin Yuguan's car for nothing. He started the car and merged into the fast lane with the turn signal flashing.

Damn, it turns out I’m not the only one who is patriotic. Qin Yuguan touched his nose and smiled knowingly. The driver’s joke about Japanese goods diluted his temporary depression, and he whistled and opened the door to the living room.

At the same time, the corner of his mouth still had the same smile as the bearded driver's eyes.

"Why did you come home so early today? Do you have something to do or are you just absent from work?" Song Lan, who was choosing vegetables in the kitchen, poked her head out and asked. The Qin family did not hire a nanny, and she, the former wife of the CEO, personally served three meals a day.

.So every afternoon when it’s close to five o’clock, she will cook for her husband and son who get off work at 5:30.

After putting on slippers, Qin Yuguan walked into the room, picked up the cold water cup placed on the coffee table and drank a lot before wiping his mouth: "I didn't go to work this afternoon. I went to the hospital to see a friend."

"Oh," Song Lan didn't care at all whether her son went to work or not. Anyway, the family was not short of money. She said oh, took out a plate of washed apples and walked out of the kitchen, put it on the coffee table, and raised her feet while looking at it.

The son who was sitting on the sofa said: "Eat an apple first. Mom will make you some delicious side dishes. Xiaoxue likes these the most."

"But I don't like to eat, I like to eat meat," Qin Yuguan picked up an apple and took a bite. Just when Song Lan ignored his complaints and was about to go into the kitchen to work again, he suddenly said vaguely:

"Mom, they found me today."

Holding the door frame with one hand, Song Lan turned around in confusion and asked: "Who?"

Taking another bite of the apple, Qin Yuguan stared at an elective program on TV: "People from the Song family."

Song Lan didn't say anything immediately, but her face gradually lost color. Although she knew that her son would know about this sooner or later, when it happened, she realized that she didn't know how to explain it to her son.

"Mom, you don't have to be embarrassed. You also know that your son has been your strongest supporter since he was a child. Mom, as long as you hold high the banner of progress for me, I will keep your son and I won't hide it from you." Qin Yuguan

Putting down the apple, he walked barefoot to the kitchen door and gently stopped Song Lan's shoulder: "Mom, I understand your decision. But I don't want you to always live in the dissatisfaction and resentment of the past. You know

Everything in this world is changing every day, and you should look forward." Then he took out the thirty-five yuan from his pocket and showed off: "Just now I successfully changed a driver who admired Japanese products.

He actually invited me to buy Japanese goods for free. Since my son can change the mind of a stranger, why can't he let his mother accept the reality in front of her?"

"Speaking so harshly, what's the point of getting a Japanese product for nothing?" Song Lan smiled reluctantly, leaning her head in the arms of her son who was half a head taller than her, and said in a calm tone: "I just really hope that we are calm now.

I will no longer be disturbed. I feel that you, your father, Muxue and the others are God’s best compensation for the suffering I suffered back then. Mom is not greedy, as long as I can maintain a peaceful life in front of me, I will be satisfied.”

"Oh, I mean mom," Qin Yuguan suddenly pulled Song Lan into his arms and said in a fuss, "I'm not satisfied with the peaceful life in front of me. I want to give you two grandsons."

I have a headache."

"Young kid, you know how to talk to mom!" Song Lan smiled and hit her son on the back. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she particularly enjoyed her son's hug: "Yuguan, mom has been thinking about it these days.

I always wonder, are they, are they a lot older? Every time I see your uncle on TV, it reminds me of the past when they smashed ice on the river in winter to catch fish for me when I was a child. At that time, your mother

In the eyes of all the men in the Song family, she is just an unreasonable and unruly little princess, and no one dares to make me unhappy."

But it was the most unruly and willful little girl of the Song family who stood up at the most critical moment and used her weak shoulders to carry out the glorious day of the entire Song family, making her three people stand above millions of people today.

Her brothers have always felt guilty about her.

"Mom, actually, you are still a little princess that no one dares to mess with. As a son, you can't see how your father behaves like a submissive slave in front of you?" Qin Yuguan suddenly understood why Song Lan refused to recognize her as a relative.

She wanted her son to live a normal life peacefully. After understanding her mother's painstaking efforts, she couldn't help lowering her head and kissing the temples that already had white hair.

"Yuguan..." Song Lan's tears flowed freely in her son's first kiss after he grew up, letting out all the resentment towards the Song family over the years...



"Bing'er, it's time to go to bed." Grandma's voice came from the wall made of cardboard. There was no dissatisfaction, only pity: "Even if you want to familiarize yourself with the unit's business as soon as possible, you don't have to neglect your body like this."

After graduating from high school, Cao Bing'er spent all day hanging out with a bunch of gangsters. When she got home, she lied to her grandma and said that she had found a job running an insurance company. She told her grandma every night that she had another job today.

Whenever she meets a tricky customer or someone whose conditions are not as good as ours. While grandma is grinning, she will promptly hand over the money she picked up today to grandma, saying that it is for business today.

Every time grandma took the money, she would touch her hair tremblingly with her hands that had lost their luster, and bright lights would flash in her cloudy old eyes. This made Cao Binger, who was forcing a smile, feel very uncomfortable.

He would vow to get more money tomorrow so that grandma could live a good life.

"I know, grandma, please go to bed first, I will read for a while." Cao Bing'er turned over and held a white jade finger with two fingers. The jade ring was smooth and slightly warm to the skin. Under the light of the ten-watt light bulb, it seemed that

There is smoke flowing above.

"This is a good thing, but I don't know how much it's worth." Cao Bing'er whispered to herself, curled up her hand and held the wrench in her palm, staring straight at the ceiling decorated with yellowed woven bags.

Qin Yuguan's disgusting behavior of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger appeared again.

Humph, this thing shouldn't be worth much. If it were valuable, that guy would just put it in his shirt pocket casually? However, it seems that the guy's clothes are all of valuable brands, and he won't know anything worthless.

Take it with you, right? Who knows if it's worth anything? Go to sleep! Take it to the antique market tomorrow and ask someone to appraise it. You won't know anything at all.

Ever since she stole Qin Yuguan's ring, she had been playing with it for more than a week every night. She didn't know whether she was studying whether the ring was valuable or whether she was thinking about someone who would break into her through this ring.

The person in the dream.

Every night before going to bed, Cao Bing'er would decide to take it to the antique market to have it appraised tomorrow, but the next morning she would always properly store the ring in a place where only she could find it, just like she was collecting the most beautiful ring in her teenage years.

good dream.

After being reminded again by her grandma, Cao Bing'er finally turned off the lights and opened her eyes wide in the darkness. At this time, she would hear crickets chirping under the willow tree outside the old house, and occasionally, there would be a cool feeling.

The strong night breeze came in through the screen window, causing her body to curl up instinctively, then she pulled the blanket over her body and slowly fell into a dreamland with sunshine...

When the early morning sun was still struggling on the distant sea, Cao Bing'er had already carried fried dough sticks and soy milk back home from a stall a few miles away. The place where she lives now is the shabbiest in the entire Qingdao city.

The old city, the low red brick houses, the narrow streets with potholes, were all incompatible with the modern clothes Cao Bing'er wore.

When the grandma who was cleaning the house raised her head, she saw her granddaughter carefully pouring the steaming soy milk into the enamel jar. A smile appeared on her face, which had rarely smiled since her son and daughter-in-law died in a car accident a few years ago.

A sense of satisfaction. Life was good to her. Although she took away her son and daughter-in-law, she left her a sensible and beautiful granddaughter. Perhaps, it is precisely because of the existence of Cao Bing'er that the old lady continues to have the courage to live.

Bar.

"Grandma, you can eat it while it's hot. I have to go to work as soon as possible. I may go to a client's house far away today. I won't come back to cook at noon. At noon, you can just heat up the extra soy milk.

"It's done." Cao Bing'er ordered, taking the soy milk and fried dough sticks to her grandma and putting them away. She washed her hands in a patched basin, picked up the small bag with the jade wrench in it, and told her that her eyes were no longer working well.

After my grandma put the fried dough sticks she had eaten for lunch in a willow basket on the cabinet, she walked out of the house with brisk steps that made grandma feel at ease.

As soon as she walked out of the house, Cao Bing'er's good-natured appearance suddenly disappeared. She took out the jade wrench from the small bag containing a few pieces of toilet paper and put it in her pocket. Then she stuffed the small bag into the firewood stack at the door. Taking this thing with her

Dong, it is very inconvenient when picking up money.

After thinking hard last night, Cao Bing'er decided to take this jade ring to the antique market to have a look. She didn't necessarily have to buy it, but she just wanted to know whether the thing that the guy put in his pocket was worth anything, that's all.

Qingdao was just a small fishing village more than a hundred years ago. Development and construction began after the Opium War, and the economy gradually began to prosper after the German occupation. Therefore, the cultural heritage is not too deep. The antique market collections are also based on modern calligraphy and painting, Laoshan stone

, mainly antique furniture. There are several antique markets in this city, but due to the influence of cultural heritage, the scale is not too large.

For a pickpocket gang like Cao Bing'er who rides around on the bus every day, there are few places in this city that she has not been to. Among them, the relatively prosperous Qilu Antique City on Zhongshan Road is her destination today.

When getting off the bus, Cao Binger took out more than ten yuan in change from the trousers pocket of a bald middle-aged man who, despite holding a briefcase under one arm, squeezed an old man behind him and got on the bus first, Cao Bing'er said

Li chewed gum and walked into the antique market as if nothing had happened.


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