The thirteen-year-old girl, with her unyielding tenacity and the responsibility of raising her younger brother, has gone through many hardships, and the pain is self-evident.
Hard work always pays off. Although it has been hard work over the years, Zhuo Feifei has paid off all her debts with her own hands, renovated her old house, and sent her younger brother Zhuo Yifan to Nankai University, where he is currently a sophomore.
At the beginning of the year, Jingya Lake was developed into a tourist attraction, and tourists came one after another. Although her family's business was average, it was much easier than before, and she was living a stable life.
Listening to Zhuo Feifei's narration, Lu Fei felt a sting in his heart. Looking at the strong woman in front of him, Lu Fei admired her from the bottom of his heart.
"Haha, I have been very content to have enough to eat these years. With my family's conditions being here, and my younger brother going to school, how can I have time to talk about love so lightly?" Zhuo Feifei wiped away her tears and laughed at herself.
Lu Fei gave a thumbs up and said: "Feifei, you are really amazing. I believe that your life will get better. You are a good person, and good people should be rewarded!"
Lu Fei originally wanted to provide her with help, but he knew the character of his old classmate very well and rashly suggested that Zhuo Feifei not only would not accept it, but might actually hurt her self-esteem.
As the saying goes, teaching a man to fish is worse than teaching him to fish. Lu Fei wanted to help her, but in a way that she could accept with peace of mind, so as not to harm the pure friendship between them.
Lu Fei stood up and touched the solid wood bedside and said, "Feifei, where did you get these furnishings in the room?"
There was no trace of contempt on Lu Fei's expression, and it was very natural. Zhuo Feifei's mood immediately relaxed.
"This bed, including the writing desk, was left behind by my father and is very strong.
I knitted the sofa myself, doesn't it look pretty good?" Zhuo Feifei said with a smile.
“It’s more than good!
Feifei, what did your ancestors do?" Lu Fei asked.
Zhuo Feifei didn't understand why Lu Fei asked this question, but when talking to Lu Fei, she felt more relaxed than ever before, so there was no need to avoid anything.
"My family has been an old farmer for generations. Only my father became a teacher. Unfortunately, he did not die a good death."
"I'm sorry for mentioning your sadness." Lu Fei said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter. After all these years, I have long since given up."
"Well, a person's mentality determines his destiny. If you have a good mentality, you will definitely be in good health.
By the way, there has never been anyone in power in your family, especially in recent generations?" Lu Fei asked.
Zhuo Feifei smoothed her disheveled hair and said with a smile: "Where does an old farmer get his power from digging in the soil?
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Well, I remember that my grandfather once served as the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee, does this count?"
Lu Fei nodded: "Well, that's right!"
Lu Fei's mysterious appearance confused Zhuo Feifei.
"What do you mean?"
Lu Fei patted the bedside and said, "You are guarding the treasure mountain and not recognizing the treasure!
Your bed, your writing desk, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall are all good things.
This bed is an old piece of boxwood. It is a combination of Chinese and Western styles in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. The coating is in line with that era. Although the legs of the bed are damaged, they are easy to repair. According to the market conditions, this bed is worth at least eight dollars.
Ten thousand yuan!”
"What??"
Zhuo Feifei's mouth became O-shaped, her eyes widened with an incredible look.
"Haha, believe me, this is my specialty. This bed is indeed worth 80,000 yuan, and it is the most conservative price.
And this writing desk is even better than this bed.
The writing desk is made of iron pear wood, and its patina dates back to the mid-Qing Dynasty. It is of a style suitable for officials and its size is consistent with the size of the office. It should have come from an official's home.
Iron pear wood is hard and the writing desk is relatively well-preserved. This thing is worth two hundred thousand!"
"ah!!"
Zhuo Feifei was inexplicably shocked, and her mind went blank. Thinking of dropping out of school to work while guarding a treasure worth more than 200,000 yuan, Zhuo Feifei wanted to cry. However, the surprise did not end there.
Lu Fei pointed to the calligraphy and painting on the wall and continued: "This painting "God Rewards Diligence" is an authentic work by Fang Youming, a calligrapher of the Republic of China. Although Mr. Fang is less famous, his writing skills are very solid and are highly sought after by modern connoisseurs.
, and there are not many authentic works of Mr. Fang in existence, so this calligraphy can definitely be put up for auction, with a guarantee of 300,000 yuan, and no upper limit!"
"Oh my god!"
Zhuo Feifei couldn't sit still anymore, her legs were weak and she sat down on the coffee table, her head was buzzing.
Lu Fei was not surprised by Zhuo Feifei's expression. He smiled slightly and continued: "There is also this painting, which is "Ordinary Bamboo" by the late Qing Dynasty painter Mr. Liang Zhongcai. Mr. Liang is a typical example of unappreciated talent. He only painted bamboo in his life.
, However, there were too many masters who were good at painting bamboo in history. With masters like Zheng Banqiao as the top line, it was difficult for Mr. Liang's paintings to be accepted by people at that time. Therefore, Master Liang died in despair.
It was not until later that Master Liang's handed down works were highly recognized by masters such as Xu Beihong and Qi Gong that people knew the name Liang Zhongcai. Therefore, his works were once sold at sky-high prices. Your painting "Fan Bamboo" is about one and a half square feet.
At the auction, the starting price is at least 500,000 yuan, and the transaction price will never be less than 3 million yuan!" The thirteen-year-old girl, with her stubborn tenacity and the responsibility of raising her younger brother, came through all kinds of hardships, and the pain was endless.
It goes without saying.
Hard work always pays off. Although it has been hard work over the years, Zhuo Feifei has paid off all her debts with her own hands, renovated her old house, and sent her younger brother Zhuo Yifan to Nankai University, where he is currently a sophomore.
At the beginning of the year, Jingya Lake was developed into a tourist attraction, and tourists came one after another. Although her family's business was average, it was much easier than before, and she was living a stable life.
Listening to Zhuo Feifei's narration, Lu Fei felt a sting in his heart. Looking at the strong woman in front of him, Lu Fei admired her from the bottom of his heart.
"Haha, I have been very content to have enough to eat these years. With my family's conditions being here, and my younger brother going to school, how can I have time to talk about love so lightly?" Zhuo Feifei wiped away her tears and laughed at herself.
Lu Fei gave a thumbs up and said: "Feifei, you are really amazing. I believe that your life will get better. You are a good person, and good people should be rewarded!"
Lu Fei originally wanted to provide her with help, but he knew the character of his old classmate very well and rashly suggested that Zhuo Feifei not only would not accept it, but might actually hurt her self-esteem.
As the saying goes, teaching a man to fish is worse than teaching him to fish. Lu Fei wanted to help her, but in a way that she could accept with peace of mind, so as not to harm the pure friendship between them.
Lu Fei stood up and touched the solid wood bedside and said, "Feifei, where did you get these furnishings in the room?"
There was no trace of contempt on Lu Fei's expression, and it was very natural. Zhuo Feifei's mood immediately relaxed.
"This bed, including the writing desk, was left behind by my father and is very strong.
I knitted the sofa myself, doesn't it look pretty good?" Zhuo Feifei said with a smile.
“It’s more than good!
Feifei, what did your ancestors do?" Lu Fei asked.
Zhuo Feifei didn't understand why Lu Fei asked this question, but when talking to Lu Fei, she felt more relaxed than ever before, so there was no need to avoid anything.
"My family has been an old farmer for generations. Only my father became a teacher. Unfortunately, he did not die a good death."
"I'm sorry for mentioning your sadness." Lu Fei said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter. After all these years, I have long since given up."
"Well, a person's mentality determines his destiny. If you have a good mentality, you will definitely be in good health.
By the way, there has never been anyone in power in your family, especially in recent generations?" Lu Fei asked.
Zhuo Feifei smoothed her disheveled hair and said with a smile: "Where does an old farmer get his power from digging in the soil?
r>
Well, I remember that my grandfather once served as the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee, does this count?"
Lu Fei nodded: "Well, that's right!"
Lu Fei's mysterious appearance confused Zhuo Feifei.
"What do you mean?"
Lu Fei patted the bedside and said, "You are guarding the treasure mountain and not recognizing the treasure!
Your bed, your writing desk, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall are all good things.
This bed is an old piece of boxwood. It is a combination of Chinese and Western styles in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. The coating is in line with that era. Although the legs of the bed are damaged, they are easy to repair. According to the market conditions, this bed is worth at least eight dollars.
Ten thousand yuan!”
"What??"
Zhuo Feifei's mouth became O-shaped, her eyes widened with an incredible look.
"Haha, believe me, this is my specialty. This bed is indeed worth 80,000 yuan, and it is the most conservative price.
And this writing desk is even better than this bed.
The writing desk is made of iron pear wood, and its patina dates back to the mid-Qing Dynasty. It is of a style suitable for officials and its size is consistent with the size of the office. It should have come from an official's home.
Iron pear wood is hard and the writing desk is relatively well-preserved. This thing is worth two hundred thousand!"
"ah!!"
Zhuo Feifei was inexplicably shocked, and her mind went blank. Thinking of dropping out of school to work while guarding a treasure worth more than 200,000 yuan, Zhuo Feifei wanted to cry. However, the surprise did not end there.
Lu Fei pointed to the calligraphy and painting on the wall and continued: "This painting "God Rewards Diligence" is an authentic work by Fang Youming, a calligrapher of the Republic of China. Although Mr. Fang is less famous, his writing skills are very solid and are highly sought after by modern connoisseurs.
, and there are not many authentic works of Mr. Fang in existence, so this calligraphy can definitely be put up for auction, with a guarantee of 300,000 yuan, and no upper limit!"
"Oh my god!"
Zhuo Feifei couldn't sit still anymore, her legs were weak and she sat down on the coffee table, her head was buzzing.
Lu Fei was not surprised by Zhuo Feifei's expression. He smiled slightly and continued: "There is also this painting, which is "Ordinary Bamboo" by the late Qing Dynasty painter Mr. Liang Zhongcai. Mr. Liang is a typical example of unappreciated talent. He only painted bamboo in his life.
, However, there were too many masters who were good at painting bamboo in history. With masters like Zheng Banqiao as the top line, it was difficult for Mr. Liang's paintings to be accepted by people at that time. Therefore, Master Liang died in despair.
It was not until later that Master Liang's handed down works were highly recognized by masters such as Xu Beihong and Qi Gong that people knew the name Liang Zhongcai. Therefore, his works were once sold at sky-high prices. Your painting "Fan Bamboo" is about one and a half square feet.
At the auction, the starting price is at least 500,000 yuan, and the transaction price will never be less than 3 million yuan!"