"Well, it's worth at least 100 million." Song Xuan nodded, looked at her and said, "Xiao Mei, if you want to buy this set of copper plates, I hope you can sell it to me!"
"If Mr. Song wants to buy it, I will naturally not transfer it to anyone else." Yang Zimei said with a smile.
"Thank you, Xiaomei. As for the price of this set of copper plates, I can't decide. There will be an auction in City B next week. I will help you sign up. If I can have enough ability to bid, then it will be
Me." Song Xuan thought for a while and said.
"Mr. Song, you are my teacher. Even if I give you this set of copper plates, it is not too much. You love it so much, how can I put it up for auction and let you bid?" Yang Zimei said with a smile.[
"Xiao Mei, this set of copper plates is worth a lot of money. I'm afraid I'll lose you." Song Xuan said frankly.
"Mr. Song, the knowledge you taught me is priceless." Yang Zimei said with a smile, "I am short of money now and can't give it away, so I will sell it to Mr. Song for 50 million. How about it?"
"Xiao Mei——" Song Xuan shook his head and said, "I can't take advantage of you so much. If I give you 100 million, you've already made a profit."
"Okay then." Yang Zimei could only nod.
"Thank you, Xiaomei." Song Xuan was very pleased.
This complete set of copper plates is enough to be Mo Xuan’s treasure!
What's more, it was sold to him by Yang Zimei, and the meaning to him was even more different.
As for Yang Zimei, it was like he had picked up 100 million yuan for nothing, and he was very happy.
With a net worth of 100 million, she is really a little rich person, hehe.
Thinking of the uncle and aunt who gave her the copper plate, she felt a little uneasy and decided to visit them again tomorrow to give them more money.
*
At eight o'clock in the evening, the client who made the appointment came.
A couple came. The man was well-dressed and seemed to have an extraordinary family background. The woman was also well-dressed, but her face was pale and her eyelids were droopy. Her eyes were still flickering with fear. She looked back from time to time, as if she was behind.
It seemed like something was following her.
Yang Zimei opened his eyes and looked at this woman, only to see a crying infant behind her. Her body was covered in blood and flesh, and it was too horrible to look at.
She hurriedly withdrew her Heavenly Eye, unable to bear to look at it any more.
"Hello, Master Yang, I am Tong Liang. I would like to ask you to help my wife -" Tong Liang said with a somewhat anxious tone.
"Well, I know what's going on." Yang Zimei asked them to sit down and looked at the woman and said, "Mrs. Tong, do you often have nightmares about the sound of children crying? Your body is often very uncomfortable.
Do you feel like crying for no reason?"
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Tong, who had always lowered her pale head, was like a drowning person grasping for a life-saving straw. She grabbed Yang Zimei's hand with a pair of cold hands and said hesitantly: "Master Yang, please save me. These days,
I do have a dream about a child who keeps complaining about why I don’t want her and why I want to kill her..."
As she spoke, her whole body began to tremble, and her face turned horribly pale.[
Tong Liang hurriedly held her shoulders, sighed and said to Yang Zimei, "Well, to be honest with Master Yang, we had a miscarriage before and gave birth to a child. This has happened since my wife had a miscarriage. No,
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect or if it’s really something evil.”
"You had an artificial abortion, right?" Thinking of the bloody infant just now, Yang Zimei felt horrified.
"Yeah." Tong Liang said helplessly, "My Tong family is a single generation of three generations. When my wife was four months pregnant, the B-ultrasound showed that the sex of the fetus was female. Because I am a civil servant, we can only have one child.
, my father asked her to have an abortion, saying she must have a son."
[Solemn reminder: The following one or two chapters may have a psychological impact on parents who have experienced miscarriage. Please skip the following two chapters and do not read them. If you do read them, don’t take them seriously, alas.]
