Zheng Xingzhong didn't say anything. He lowered his head. He wasn't practicing anymore. When he came back, where could he go to eat? Besides, he didn't want to go to the family home of the agricultural machinery factory. He said after a while:
"No, I still have to practice."
"I won't pay any money next month." Wu Baoheng said expressionlessly.
Zheng Xingzhong was confused. Why didn't he know that the master who practiced the martial arts also wanted to charge money? He looked at Uncle Wu in surprise. It seemed that Wu Baoheng paid for the training fees. It was probably because Uncle Wu was tight and asked him to stop practicing. He obeyed.
He agreed and said:
"Well, I'm going to Weishi to find a job."
Mother Wu served the food, looked at Zheng Xingzhong heartbrokenly, and said:
"Child, eat quickly, you must be hungry."
Mother Wu turned around and glared at Wu Baoheng again, complaining:
"Can you wait until the child is full? Let's talk urgently now. Child, eat."
Zheng Xingzhong held back tears, lowered his head, and took big gulps of rice into his mouth. People who practice martial arts eat a lot, and he hasn't had such a delicious meal in a long time. After eating, he will have to find work tomorrow.
Son, he can earn his own living. Uncle Wu is a laid-off worker and is not good at words, so he will definitely not be able to do business. He silently provided for him to practice, and he could not suppress his inner gratitude for a while. He said:
"Uncle Wu, don't worry, I will make money. I will make a lot of money to support you and support Mother Wu."
Mother Wu couldn't help laughing, her eyes filled with tears, and she said:
"This kid is so sensible."
Zheng Xingzhong didn't think about big things in his mind. He just wanted to go out and make some money quickly to repay Uncle Wu for his kindness. He said:
"I don't know. I just want to practice. You don't have much money."
Wu's mother looked at Zheng Xingzhong in surprise. She didn't know who paid Zheng Xingzhong for the exercises. She then looked at Wu Baoheng.
"I am not the one who pays for your practice." Wu Baoheng said without raising his head.
Zheng Xingzhong didn't understand. Everyone knew his living situation. Who else in this world could contribute for him? He said:
"If not you, who else could it be?"
"You kid, don't ask. It's not me anyway." Wu Baoheng said, "Come, let's talk about business."
Wu Baoheng took out a black bag from the drawer. The bag was very old, with double handles, and the edges of the bag were worn with white edges. He took out something wrapped in red cloth from the bag, and turned the plate towards
He pushed forward, put the red cloth bag away, opened the red cloth, took out two brochures from it, and handed them to Zheng Xingzhong.
Zheng Xingzhong took a look and saw that it was a real estate certificate and a real estate certificate. He raised his head and looked at Wu Baoheng and Wu's mother in surprise.
"Open it and take a look." Wu Baoheng said.
His name, Zheng Xingzhong, was clearly written on the certificate. The property on the certificate was this house. Suddenly, he was confused. Jingtao Village had been demolished for a long time, and everyone knew that this house would soon be a huge fortune.
.Why did Wu Baoheng give it to himself? He said:
"No, Uncle Wu, I have a place to live, which is fine."
"Silly boy, from now on, this house is yours." Wu Baoheng smiled and said.
"Uncle Wu, this house clearly belongs to you, why should you give it to me?" Zheng Xingzhong really didn't understand, and he asked Wu Baoheng stubbornly.
"No need to ask, someone else exchanged it for you, just take it." After Wu Baoheng finished speaking, he stood up and went to the back room.
Zheng Xingzhong, who had lived in a house for a long time, couldn't sleep. He was dazzled by this sudden happiness. The demolition of Jingtao Village was known to all passersby. This house was clearly under the name of Wu Baoheng. Once the demolition was completed, it would be a huge fortune.
How could Wu Baoheng still put the golden egg in his arms? He got up, turned on the light, took out the real estate certificate and looked at it. Zheng Xingzhong's name was clearly written on it. All kinds of mysteries were hidden in his
His mind was churning and he couldn't figure it out. Zheng Xingzhong was young after all. He thought about it and fell into sleep hazily. He was not dreaming. He woke up a little late in the morning and the room was quiet. He was afraid of disturbing Uncle Wu and the others, so he
He tiptoed out to the yard. He was surprised when he saw that the gate of the yard was ajar. He came late last night and forgot to close the door. It was a very unsafe thing. Don't let anything be lost in the house. He returned
I called out to Mother Wu's house, but no one answered. I raised my voice, but no one answered. I slowly opened the door to Mother Wu's room. There was no one in the house, and everything was clean inside and outside.
I shouted loudly in the yard, but no one answered. Zheng Xingzhong was the only one in this house. Zheng Xingzhong hurriedly returned to the house and took out the real estate certificate and real estate certificate. They were all there.
Zheng Xingzhong found a note on the countertop against the wall, which read, "Take care of your home and lock the door when you come in and out. We have moved to the provincial capital and will not come back." Zheng Xingzhong burst into tears. These were tears of gratitude. He remained
Tears flowed down her cheeks.
Coincidentally, that day was the visiting day of Weishi Prison. Zheng Xingzhong hurried to the prison. As always, Zheng Yuanchao sat inside the glass partition with a dull expression, waiting for Zheng Xingzhong's useless comfort.
"Dad, do you know Uncle Wu? Wu Baoheng." Zheng Xingzhong asked.
"Hmm." Zheng Yuanchao answered.
"He said that the property in Jingtao Village was replaced by you," Zheng Xingzhong said.
"What replacement?" Zheng Yuanchao's eyelids moved and he said.
"The property is now in my name and it is the property of the Zheng family." Zheng Xingzhong tried to speak clearly.
"Impossible." Zheng Yuanchao opened his eyes and said.
Zheng Xingzhong quickly took out the real estate certificate from his bag and turned to the page of the homeowner's name. He pasted it on the glass wall for Zheng Yuanchao to see. Zheng Yuanchao pondered for a long time and said:
"Whose house?"
"Wu Baoheng, Uncle Wu's house in Jingtao Village." Zheng Xingzhong said.
"He owed me money. It's a trivial matter, but it's not worth a house." Zheng Yuanchao said, thinking in confusion.
After being laid off, Wu Baoheng was an honest man and couldn't do business. He finally scraped together money to set up a stall on the street, selling Chuanchuan incense. Unfortunately, Wu's mother was hit by a car while shopping for groceries. Wu Baoheng borrowed money from everywhere to pay for Wu's mother's hospitalization.
Fee. At that time, Zheng Yuanchao had money and lent him 4,000 yuan to meet his urgent needs. Later, when the money was not enough, he lent another 4,000 yuan. This was not a response to requests, but it could be regarded as helping Wu Baoheng. After all, Wu Baoheng was not worth the real estate.
Come to repay, Zheng Yuanchao couldn't figure it out either.
"No. Give the house back to others." Zheng Yuanchao said.
"I can't help it, they are all gone. I tried to contact them by phone, but their phone numbers have changed. Let's wait." Zheng Xingzhong said helplessly.
Zheng Yuanchao was helpless and lowered his head again. His eyelids drooped.
"Dad, I always feel like there is a pair of eyes staring at me." Zheng Xingzhong said.
Zheng Yuanchao moved his body, suddenly raised his head warily, and opened his eyes. He was Zheng Xingzhong's only son, and Zheng Yuanchao couldn't help him. If something went wrong, he, Zheng Yuanchao, would be in prison without anyone to worry about.
All gone.
"Ah, it's the good kind, not the bad one." Zheng Xingzhong was afraid that he would worry and said quickly: "I don't know if there is a fee for practicing Qigong. I don't know who paid the money for the past two years. I asked Uncle Wu, Wu
Uncle said it wasn’t him.”
Zheng Yuanchao felt melancholy. In his situation, who could help them? Zheng Xingzhong was his only flesh and blood. He had a small child and no one bullied him outside, so he was thankful. These two things, one was Wu Baoheng's real estate, and this one helped him.
But it's too late. The second is the child's tuition. Wu Baoheng's life is in embarrassment, so he is probably helpless. Then who can he be? He has the heart to help his children and has the financial resources. He feels that he has never had such a friend in his life.
He opened his eyes and asked his son:
"You didn't even ask who it was?"
"I asked, but Uncle Wu didn't say anything." Zheng Xingzhong said, "Dad, no, it's not a pair of eyes, but a big hand. The eyes are staring at me, and the big hand is helping me."
Looking back on the past, it has been nearly ten years since this incident. Zheng Xingzhong always kept it in mind and was always looking for a big hand to help him. Wu Baoheng found it. He only said that you will know when the time comes. It does not mean that the person who helped him secretly was not there.
Who was that big hand? Zheng Xingzhong thought it was Uncle Wu Baoheng, so he found Wu Baoheng. However, when he was buying jade and wool this time, the big hand appeared again, and brought one million, and it was Boss Wang. The big hand was still looming, and the dragon
See the beginning but not the end. This time when they go to the provincial capital, they must first inquire about the whereabouts of Boss Wang. Maybe this big hand is Boss Wang. At least the big hand is behind them.
At midnight in the provincial capital, the lights are brightly lit, and the young people on both sides of the road are more energetic than during the day. They forget about the fatigue of the whole day, eating, drinking and laughing in the stalls, as if consumption is more important than sleeping.
Zheng Xingzhong rushed to Wu Baoheng's home. He knew that no matter how enthusiastic you were about Uncle Wu, even if it was a ball of fire, what you would encounter in front of him would always be a basin of water or a ball of ice. It would make you unable to feel warm.
stand up.
Wu Baoheng held a piece of jade material in his hand, looked at the lamp, and observed it carefully with a magnifying glass. When he heard Zheng Xingzhong come in, he didn't even raise his head, and continued to look, muttering in his mouth:
"Well, pour yourself some tea."
Zheng Xingzhong was used to it. He found a place to put the big and small bags in his hands. He came over, looked at the few pieces of jade material on the table, and complimented:
"Not bad, not bad, the foundation is quite clear."
Wu Baoheng then put down the jade material in his hand, lit a cigarette, walked over and sat down. It must have been Zheng Xingzhong who spoke. Zheng Xingzhong knew that Wu Baoheng knew every move he made in Weishi. He said:
"That piece of jade wool flew away again."
Wu Baoheng turned his eyes to Zheng Xingzhong, staring at him with his black eyes, which made him feel powerful. Wu Baoheng said:
"Who is it? Any clues?"
"It's not clear yet. Junzi took away the goods. He is from Jia Zheng. I heard that Jia Zheng has a jewelry store in the provincial capital." Zheng Xingzhong replied.
Wu Baoheng took off his glasses, walked to the table, took out a thick provincial capital jewelry industry guide from the drawer, and handed it to Zheng Xingzhong.
Zheng Xingzhong took the address album registered for the jewelry industry in the provincial capital and looked through it carefully. It contained the registration address of the unit and the name of the legal representative. He flipped through it from beginning to end, but could not find Jia Zheng. He became worried and looked up at the roof.
Said to himself:
"The provincial capital is so big, the industry may not have a clear understanding of it, and it will be difficult to find Jia Zheng."
"I can find it." At this time, Wu Baoheng became more energetic, as if he was not a jewelry merchant, but a baggage on the beach in Shanghai. He said, "I will go to the Chamber of Commerce to inquire about it."
Wu Baoheng talks little and is practical. As long as it is something he promises, he will never lie.
"Inquire about one more person." Seeing that Wu Baoheng was the one asking, Zheng Xingzhong took advantage of the victory and pursued him, and said:
"A jeweler in the provincial capital, about sixty years old, surnamed Wang. I have WeChat and a mobile phone. He doesn't reply to WeChat and always turns off his phone when I call him. This phone seems to be specially purchased for payment. He bought me a hundred
Wan’s goods, I think he suffered a loss and I want to thank him.”
Wu Baoheng smiled mysteriously, but he didn't mean to help him. He simply told him: "Go back to Wei City and wait for news."