Li Lin finished the meal in silence, and then sent his fiancée home. After entering the door of his mother-in-law's house, he was stopped by the old mother-in-law and gave her some advice before he could go out.
For a foreigner like Li Lin, being able to find a local girl is regarded as a bit of a skill in the eyes of many people. Because in this southern city, regional concepts are still very important. Generally, local boys like to find local girls, and
Local girls also like to marry local guys.
It seems very lucky to outsiders, but Li Lin has never felt his luck. Not only is his fiancée yelling in front of him, but his future mother-in-law also doesn't like him, and he has to teach him a lesson at every turn.
, let’s criticize, if I had followed Li Lin’s temper in high school, I’m afraid he would have scolded his mother a long time ago. The Li Lin he is now is no longer the Li Lin he was before, and time has already smoothed his edges.
After coming out of his future mother-in-law's house, Li Lin didn't go home directly, but took a detour to the house he bought. At the corner of the community, he saw a braised vegetable shop still open, so he bought two braised vegetable baskets.
I got it in hand and went to the small supermarket to buy a small bottle of wine.
Standing at the door of the new house, Li Lin knocked on the door and heard his father's voice from inside: "Who is it!".
"Dad! It's me!" Li Lin opened his mouth and said.
"Xiao Lin!" Li Lin's father opened the door: "Why are you coming here so late? You have to go to work tomorrow morning."
Li Lin looked at the stacks of wooden boards and some construction materials placed in the room: "Have the workers left?"
"We've been walking for more than an hour!" Li Lin's father looked at his son with a smile and said. When he saw his son holding wine and braised vegetables, he immediately brought two stools over, then put two wooden boards and put them together.
"Dad! Why don't you go home with me and go to bed?" Li Lin said to his father.
"You're home, why don't you come over tomorrow morning? It's too troublesome to take the subway around." Li Lin's father shook his head and said with a smile.
Li Lin said: "But dad, the smell here is a bit too strong, which is not good for your health!".
"This taste is nothing!" Li Lin's father took a sip of wine, then put a piece of pig head meat into his mouth. After chewing it for a few times, he wiped his mouth and continued: "Your mother and I are going to get married.
Now, let alone the smell, you are living in a small shed of twelve square meters, and it is also connected to the drawing workshop of the factory. You don’t know the smell!”.
Li Lin saw that the wine glass in front of his father was empty. He took the wine bottle and filled his father's glass with wine. The father and son just chatted and drank.
"Dad, are my high school belongings still at home?" Li Lin asked his father, remembering that he saw the newspaper today.
Li Lin's father was stunned for a moment and said, "Ask your mother about this. She kept all your things! She probably didn't throw them away."
After hearing this, Li Lin immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket and went directly to the big balcony of the new house to make a call to his mother.
"Mom! Didn't you throw away my things from high school?" Li Lin asked his mother after waiting for the call to come through.
"I didn't throw anything away." Li Lin's mother became a little curious when her son called back to Shicheng so late to ask if she had thrown anything away from him: "Xiao Lin, what are you looking for?".
"Do you remember the crimson folder I had before?" Li Lin immediately asked his mother after hearing this: "The folder with the communication list of a high school classmate."
"I remember this. If you want this, I'll find it for you right away. It's not thrown away!" Li Lin's mother said.
"Then please help me see if there are some small paintings in it. The paintings are of me, a few girls, and birds on the branches. There are about six paintings in total, and each one is the size of a book." Li
Lin immediately said to his mother.
Five minutes later, Li Lin's mother said to the phone: "There are so many pictures, seven in total. What is the use of these things?" Li Lin's mother turned over the things in her hands and looked at her son in confusion.
asked the head.
"Mom, don't touch those things. Put them away. These things may be worth some money." Li Lin happily said to his mother when he heard about my seven pieces.
As Fang Yi's deskmate, and he has been there for more than two years, as long as he is not too young, he still has some of Fang Yi's things left. Now Li Lin thought that he had a few sketches of Fang Yi.
But now Li Lin doesn't know if these things are considered paintings. To put it bluntly, Fang Yi drew several characters in his sketchbook at that time, as well as quite realistic sketches of trees and the like.
Li Lin had snatched these things from Fang Yi because one of them had a painting of a girl he had a crush on at the time. When Li Lin snatched it away, he told Fang Yi shamelessly that this book was
It was his own. At that time, Fang Yi couldn't bear to give it to his deskmate along with the notebook, so he tore off the papers.
Anyway, Fang Yi is famous now. Although these things are small and painted early, they are all painted by Fang Yi anyway. One piece should be sold for some money. At least together, these seven pieces of paper should be worth 100,000.
Right! Li Lin thought in his heart.
"Okay! I'll keep it for you," Li Lin's mother said immediately after hearing what her son said.
After putting down the phone, Li Lin did not go back to the house he rented, but lived with his father in the house that was being renovated. There is no bed here now, just a big wooden board spread on the ground and covered on the stomach.
Just a little something and it's done.
When he arrived at the company the next day, Li Lin started to go online to see how much his pieces of paper were worth. After searching online, Li Lin realized how popular his high school classmate was now. The news alone was a
Big bunch.
After reading a few news about Fang Yi, Li Lin couldn't help but feel emotional. He hadn't seen him for almost twelve years. His deskmate could be said to be very famous, but what about himself? I don't know now.
How could he be reduced to such a situation, where he wants money but no money, no one and no one, and even gets married and uses up all the money his parents have saved throughout their lives?
Thinking of this, Li Lin couldn't help but smile a little bitterly.
After searching the Internet for a well-known company that engaged in calligraphy and painting business, Li Lin directly dialed the number.
"Hello, I would like to ask you something." After waiting for the phone call to come through, Li Lin received the call at the so-called reception desk and heard someone feeding him at the other end and asked.
"If you have anything to say, just tell me!".
Li Lin said directly: "I have seven small sketches by Fang Yi. They are said to be sketches, but the paintings are actually quite realistic." Afraid that people would not want to answer his questions, Li Lin also explained it specifically, saying that he had something in his hand.
The painting is very realistic and very good.
"Fang Yi's work?" The other end listened for a long time and then asked.
Li Lin nodded quickly: "Yes. Fang Yi's work. But it's very small and is as big as an A4 paper!".
The guy on the other end of the phone who was answering the phone, while listening to Li Lin's narration, covered the phone and said to a beautiful female colleague next to him: "Another person came and said that he had Fang Yi's work. But this time the trick was different.
He said he had Fang Yi’s sketches in his hand! And there were seven of them!”
After hearing this, the beautiful female colleague also had a smile on her face and whispered: "People these days are really crazy about money. Everyone says they have money, and everyone can tell a story. Everyone is attracted by some favorite program on TV.
It’s going crazy. Everyone wants to pick up a huge lottery ticket. If you pick up Fang Yi’s work, you don’t know how likely you are to buy a lottery ticket!”
Anyone who has seen five or six large and small works imitating Fang Yi this month will sigh like this.
"Isn't it?" The person listening to the phone continued to cover the phone and said.
"If you really have Fang Yi's works, then bring them over and show them to us! It's hard for us to give you an estimate just from what you said." The young man said to Li Lin on the other end of the phone, but after listening to Li Lin
Lin explained, and the young man did not insist that Li Lin take the painting, but casually gave Li Lin a bottom line price.
The young man said to Li Lin: "If it is really Fang Yi's original work as you said. As long as it is authentic, even if it is a sketch by Mr. Fang Yi and is the size of a piece of paper in a standard sketchbook, the current market situation is
The starting price is 300,000 yuan! You can do the math yourself! If you use a lot of pens, it’s no problem to go up to 800,000 yuan! We’ll have to see the details on site at that time.”
After putting down the phone, Li Lin couldn't help but froze on the spot. A small sketch started at 300,000 yuan? It could go up to 800,000 yuan! Then how could a few of his paintings cost more than 2 million yuan!
Now I don’t need to borrow a debt, I have everything! With these two million, I don’t need to owe a penny of external debt. It turns out that the mortgage payment of more than 5,000 a month is gone! It turns out that all kinds of psychological pressures seem to be gone.
A lot of it was eliminated at this moment, and Li Lin only had these two million left in his mind, and a huge sense of happiness came to his heart.
"Gong Li!" A colleague walked into the office. Seeing Li Lin staring at the computer in a daze, he couldn't help but walked to Li Lin's side, stretched his head and glanced at Ping Mu: "Gong Li, you are also from Shicheng, right?
Do you know this Fang Yi?".
Li Lin came to his senses, looked at his little colleague and said: "I sat at the same table with him in high school, and I still have a few of his things in my hand!".
The young colleague's face did not show surprise. Instead, he pretended to be shocked and asked Li Lin jokingly: "Really? Then bring us Fang Yi's works sometimes."
, let’s also appreciate the authentic works of a great painter who only appears once every hundred years!”.
It’s no wonder that colleagues don’t believe Li Lin, but that everyone knows that their workshop director borrowed all the money he could because he wanted to get married and buy a house. If he had Fang Yi’s works, why would he do this! Like this
A casual drawing by a great master is worth my money, why should I borrow it for use?
Li Lin looked at the expressions of his colleagues and immediately understood that his colleagues did not believe what he said, but Li Lin did not say anything more, and stood up from his chair, straightened his back and walked out of the workshop, preparing to go to the company
Leaders, take advantage of now to take the annual leave you deserve.
I was also going to take this time to take out the things in my hand and take a closer look at their true value. For the first time in the past few years, Li Lin felt that he could walk so smoothly. For the first time, he felt that God had already done it for him.
After making arrangements, it turns out that not only did I have unlucky times, but in the past I failed every time I took the college entrance examination, and I lost every job I found. Now it seems that God really treats me very well.