"Grandma dean, how much is the shortfall for Yaya's surgery fee?"
"There is still more than 300,000 yuan left. Thanks to the hospital for waiving half of the fee, but everything the hospital can sell has been sold, and we really can't come up with more. What do you think we should do, Xiaochen, Yaya?
The situation is getting more and more serious. If she doesn’t have surgery on her eyes, she will probably go blind. If she does become blind, Yaya’s life will be over..."
The dean’s grandmother is over seventy years old, but she is as helpless as a child at this moment.
"Three hundred thousand..."
Zhou Zichen felt his head was heavy, but when he saw the anxious look on the dean's grandma's face, he quickly took out the bank card from his wallet and stuffed it into the dean's grandma's hand, "Dean's grandma, there are five dollars in this card.
There are more than 10,000 yuan, you take it first, don’t worry about the rest, I will find a way to solve it..."
Like the children in the courtyard, he was also an orphan. He was raised by the dean's grandmother who pooped and pooped on him. At this time, the dean's grandmother asked him for help, so naturally she couldn't just watch.
"But that's three hundred thousand, which is too much. Where can you get it..."
"There will always be a way, Grandma Dean, don't worry. Don't you know that I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve? It's only three hundred thousand. I can definitely get it back for you..."
After comforting the dean's grandmother with kind words for a while, Zhou Zichen came out of the house.
When I walked to the yard, I saw a seven or eight-year-old girl sitting on the swing in the yard, her left hand spread out toward the sky, and she looked at the sky through her fingers.
Her eyes were open, but they were unfocused.
This little girl is what the dean’s grandma calls Yaya. When she was three years old, the police station sent her to her. They said they couldn’t find the little girl’s parents. The little girl didn’t know anything about it, so she had to send her to the orphanage.
The little girl is very quiet. She has not cried or made any fuss since she came to the orphanage. Zhou Zichen likes this quiet little girl very much. In the past few years, when he came to the orphanage to see the children, he often played with her.
Looking at the little girl's dull eyes, Zhou Zichen felt very heavy. As the dean's grandma said, the little girl might go blind if she doesn't undergo surgery.
"But where can I get three hundred thousand..."
It’s a lot of pressure!
Although he promised to raise the money in front of the dean's grandmother, he really didn't know where to get the money.
He is just a part-time worker. On a good day, he can earn tens of thousands a month, but under normal circumstances, it is only five, six, or three hundred thousand a month. This number is really too big. In his eyes, it is as if it is in the sky.
The stars are out of reach.
Zhou Zichen didn't even know when he walked out of the orphanage.
The whole person was in a daze, riding a motorcycle on the street, his eyes full of confusion...
"Danger!"
"Get out of the way!"
Staring in confusion, he seemed to hear the exclamations from passers-by.
There was a crash!
The sound of breaking glass was heard, and Zhou Zichen felt a pain in his head. The person and car fell directly to the ground, and he fainted from the impact.
When he opened his eyes, he found that he had been sent to the hospital and was lying on a hospital bed. On one side of the hospital bed, stood a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing housekeeping work clothes, with a worried look on her face.
The ward was spinning.
"Are you from a housekeeping company?"
Zhou Zichen touched the place where his head was hit with his hand, and a big bump formed. It hurt even the slightest touch.
Hearing his voice, the middle-aged woman was startled, then rushed to the hospital bed with a face full of surprise, and asked in a panic: "Brother, you are awake, how do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"
"Isn't this nonsense? I have such a big bag on my head. Can you feel comfortable?"
Zhou Zichen sat up, holding the bag on his head, and said angrily: "Your company hasn't given any training, so you don't know that you can't throw things downstairs?"
The woman waved her hands in panic, "I didn't throw anything. The piece of glass fell by itself. After cleaning the window, the glass fell by itself as soon as I opened it. It really wasn't me who threw it..."
You can tell by the look on her face that she's not lying.
"Okay, okay, I understand."
Zhou Zichen waved his hand impatiently, cursing in his mind that he could get hit by things while walking on the street. It was really unlucky to have a leak in the house and it rained all night.
Pointing to the film in the woman's hand, he asked, "What did the doctor say?"
The woman quickly handed the film to Zhou Zichen, "The doctor said that the soft tissue of the cerebral cortex was damaged and it's nothing serious. Under normal circumstances, it will heal after a few days of rest."
"That's good."
Zhou Zichen felt lucky in his heart. Fortunately, the glass was struck flat on his head. If it had been struck upright, his life would have been doomed.
He returned the film to the middle-aged woman and said, "Be careful when you work in the future. Fortunately, I'm fine. Otherwise, your life will be over. Even the little money you make won't be enough to compensate you. By the way, where's my motorcycle?"
"It's right where you were hit. I asked the owner of the supermarket next to me to help look at it..."
"Okay, I get it."
As he spoke, he got off the hospital bed.
"Brother, why are you going? The doctor said you have to stay in the hospital for two days. If anything happens, you can handle it in time..."
"Isn't it okay? What kind of hospital are you still living in? That's it. You can go and do whatever you need to do. I have something else to do, so I'm leaving..."
Regardless of the middle-aged woman's obstruction, Zhou Zichen went straight out of the hospital. The middle-aged woman also wanted to buy him some supplements or something to show her affection, but Zhou Zichen refused. They all earn hard money outside, and it's not easy.
Anyway, there's nothing wrong with me, so there's no need to worry about it.
As the middle-aged woman thanked him, Zhou Zichen covered his head and left the hospital.
"Boss, I'll take the car away!"
Returning to the place where it was smashed, he checked the motorcycle and found that it was not broken, but had a few scratches. Zhou Zichen didn't pay attention, and said hello to the owner of the supermarket next to him, and was about to ride away, but at this time there was a middle-aged man.
The young people came together.
"Brother, do you want to do some work?"
"Hey, where are you going?"
When Zhou Zichen doesn't have any work, he drives his motorcycle around to do work. If business comes, he won't refuse it.
"Yangmao Antique Market, how much?"
"Twenty-five."
"OK."
The middle-aged man sat directly behind him.
Zhou Zichen immediately rode his motorcycle and drove the customers towards Yangmao Antique Market.
Because he wanted to get more business, he drove much faster than usual. The normal 20-minute journey took him 13 minutes.
"Young man, you are a bit fast!"
When the middle-aged man got off the motorcycle, his face was a little pale, but he still happily paid the fare and entered the antique market.
Zhou Zichen, who didn't want to drive back empty-handed, simply parked his motorcycle on the side of the road and squatted next to an old guy who was setting up a stall at the entrance of the market, trying to talk to him.
"Master, I've been here several times and I've seen you setting up a stall here. Why don't you go inside? I see that few of those customers buy from outside."
"It costs money to set up a stall inside, but it doesn't cost anything to set up a stall here..."
"No wonder, do you have the real thing here?"
He had been to Yangmao Antique Market several times before when he was transporting passengers. He had heard about the situation here, and most of them were fakes. If you wanted to find something missing here, you had to have a good eye.
As for the stalls outside, it is said that there are few genuine products and ten of them are fake.
"I can't talk to you! What do you mean by genuine goods?! These treasures of mine were all collected from the countryside with great pains, and they are all genuine goods! Get out of here! Don't be an eyesore to me..."
The master immediately became anxious.
"Yes, yes, it's not enough that these are genuine products. Look at you, you are so old and you are still so popular. Didn't I just say it as a joke? As for you..."
Zhou Zichen quickly apologized and said a lot of nice words to calm the old master's anger.
Then, he picked up an antique pen holder from the stall and looked at it casually.
Zhou Zichen still knows a bit about antiques. When Grandpa Li, who was the gatekeeper at the orphanage last year, was still alive, he would chat with Grandpa Li every time he returned to the orphanage. Grandpa Li was a fan of antiques and told him many things.
Although he is not very interested in antique knowledge, he still understands a lot through his experience, but he has never put it into practice.
But he never thought that as he concentrated his attention, a strange situation suddenly appeared in front of him!
He saw that the picture on the pen holder suddenly enlarged rapidly in his eyes, as if looking at it with a magnifying glass. Soon a mottled picture appeared in his eyes, with a large number of blisters arranged densely, and among the blisters
There are many copper-colored spots appearing...
Once, when he visited antique forums, he saw many pictures of similar scenes. Those pictures were of porcelain under a microscope. It is said that many people use this method to identify and judge the authenticity of antiques, which is really surprising.
Many antique lovers have been deceived.
"What's going on?"
Zhou Zichen was startled and thought he was dazzled. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. The next moment, the strange situation before appeared in his eyes again!
Zhou Zichen trembled and almost threw the pen holder in his hand, "It's not an illusion! It's real! How can a human's eyes be like a microscope? What's going on?!"
His expression was full of disbelief. No one's eyes could achieve the effect of a microscope!
Thinking of being hit before...
"Did your eyes get opened after being hit?"
This kind of situation is not uncommon in the world. There was also a man who was hit by a car in China. Suddenly, there was a strange situation where he could know the number of strokes by looking at the text...
"It can't be true..."
Zhou Zichen was a little dumbfounded, he felt that this might have happened to him too!
Then he became excited.
Grandpa Li once told him that in the antiques circle, there is a saying that gold is seen at a glance and blood is seen at a glance. There are many people who become rich overnight because of picking up leaks, and there are also many people who are impoverished overnight. This is enough to show that the antiques circle relies on their eyesight to make a living.
industry.
But he is different, his eyes have changed, and he is not afraid of making mistakes at all!
"Damn it, this accident happened at the perfect time! You don't have to worry about Yaya's surgery expenses anymore!"