Li Zhen walked over, reached out and gently touched his brother's head, bent his arms around his shoulders, and took out a jigsaw puzzle from his arms, "Xiao Cheng, do you see what I bought you?"
As soon as Li Cheng saw the jigsaw puzzle, he immediately snatched it over in surprise, and then began to piece it together attentively.
Li Zhen touched his head again, stood up, and smiled helplessly at Yang Zimei.
"Xiao Zhen, who is here?" Grandma Li asked, poking her crutch.[
"Grandma, she's a sister. She wants to introduce me to a job." Li Zhen ran over, hugged grandma's arm and asked, "Grandma, did you take your medicine on time today?"
"Eat, Xiao Zhen, please let the guests sit down." Grandma fumbled to get up.
Seeing this tender but sad scene in front of her, Yang Zimei almost shed tears.
This Li Zhen had endured no less than herself, but he still had such a positive and innocent heart. She was so envious that she was almost jealous.
Li Zhen asked her to sit down and poured her a glass of boiling water.
"My family is poor and cannot afford tea, so I can only treat you to boiled water."
Li Zhen said slightly guiltily.
"I like to drink boiled water."
Yang Zimei took the cup filled with water, only to find that the cup was an extremely well-made high-quality antique purple sand cup.
Seeing her studying the cup, Li Zhen smiled and said, "When my father was alive, the family was fine. He also liked to drink tea, and there was a complete set of tea sets at home."
"Can I see the tea set?"
Yang Zimei asked.
Li Zhen took out the entire purple clay tea set.
Yang Zimei didn't find any antiques in it, but this imitation Ming Dynasty purple sand tea set was so beautifully made that it could almost look real.
"Sister Li Zhen, are you willing to sell this tea set?" Yang Zimei thought of a way to help the family overcome their current financial difficulties without hurting their self-esteem.
"Sister, this is the only relic left by my father. I am not willing to sell it. What's more, even if I sell it, it won't be worth much."
Li Zhen shook his head and said.
"What if this is a valuable antique? I will give you 300,000 yuan, will you sell it?"
Yang Zimei asked tentatively.[
"Sister, stop joking, how can you have so much money at such a young age?" Li Zhen said with a smile.
"I have so much money, if you are willing to buy it, I will go to the bank to withdraw money for you immediately." Yang Zimei said seriously.
Li Zhen's eyes flashed, a tangled look appeared on his face, his lips wriggled slightly, and he hesitated to speak.
"Xiao Zhen, this tea set is a high-end imitation, not a real antique. Don't defraud my sister of her money." The blind grandma on the side said.
Li Zhen blushed, and then said to Yang Zimei in embarrassment, "Sister, you also heard my grandma say that the tea set my dad left behind is a fake. When I was poor, I also thought they were antiques.
, I wanted to sell them, so I took them to Mr. Song on Brunei Street for appraisal. The appraisal result was that they were imitations, not very valuable, only worth a thousand yuan at most."
"Perhaps Mr. Song missed it?" Yang Zimei deliberately held the tea cup and observed it carefully, "I am also very familiar with antiques. No matter how I look at them, I feel that they are not fake."
"Sister, you have little experience, so you may not be able to identify whether they are genuine or fake. Thank you very much for wanting to buy them, but they are fake and I can't cheat your money."
Li Zhen said sincerely, "You want to work for me. You are my benefactor. It's too late for me to thank you, so how can I defraud you of your money with fake goods? In that case, I would be no longer a human being."
Yang Zimei smiled.
In this world, there are many ungrateful beasts who specialize in cheating relatives, friends, and benefactors.
But there are very few people like Li Zhen's family who still maintain their true intentions despite being extremely poor.
