Mourning music spread throughout the cemetery.
It was a cloudy day, and the desolate north wind blew the whole city of Liyun back to winter. Lin Jingzhe, dressed in a thin coat and cold all over, stood in front of the familiar stone stele that he would visit every year in his previous life.
The time, place, person, and memory are not wrong at all. If there is any difference between this moment and the previous life, it is only Lin Jingzhe, the once timid and hesitant child, who no longer has a longing in his heart.
Just like seeing through his aunt Jiang Xiaoyun and his uncle Jiang Zhi, who were sobbing and screaming but not a single tear on their faces, the same scene, after 20 years of viewing, gave him a very different perception.
Glancing around in the crowd, Lin Jingzhe knew that his mother, Jiang Cha Cha, was not there just like in his previous life.
He couldn't help but wonder, what kind of madness did he have in his previous life to think that a person who didn't even want to attend the funeral of his father who loved him since childhood would be a good mother
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Lin Jingzhe knew a little about the situation on Jiang Chacha's side. After she divorced Lin Jingzhe's father, Lin Runsheng, she quickly formed a family with her husband Qi Qing. The two now settled in Qunnan City, the capital of Qunnan Province, and opened a real estate company whose current name is "Qiqing Real Estate" ”, the scale can only be considered small and has a foundation.
But Lin Jingzhe knew that this phenomenon would not last for too long.
Six years later, "Qiqing Real Estate" will merge with "Knowing Real Estate", which has become a famous enterprise in Liyun City, and change its name to "Qijiang Group", firmly sitting on the throne of the first real estate enterprise in Qunnan Province.
"Knowing Real Estate" is a company jointly established by Lin Jingzhe's aunt and uncle. After that, they became important shareholders of "Qijiang Group". How prominent is it? Even the secretary of the municipal party committee of Liyun City has to give three points.
It is truly a golden belt of murder and arson.
Fortunately, that is only the future, and now, these insidious, despicable and unscrupulous guys have never developed such a surging power.
Aunt Jiang Xiaoyun and uncle Jiang Zhi are focusing on antiques. Jiang Chacha, the vice president of "Qijiang Group", who later dismissed Lin Jingzhe, is still an ordinary woman who tried her best to get rid of her relationship with her previous marriage in front of her husband. .
Jiang Chacha's second husband, Qi Qing, looks elegant and elegant, but in his heart he is a very feudal and macho personality. In addition, his family has some prestige in the provincial capital. His family believes that his family is different from ordinary people, and has always been grumpy about Jiang Chacha's first marriage. In order to gain a firm foothold in her husband's family, Jiang Cha Cha can be said to have spared no effort. After marriage, she even completely cut off contact with her parents' family. In her previous life, Lin Jingzhe was tricked by her to go to the provincial capital, but she stayed as a thief for half a year, and then Jiang Chaya dropped out of school and was sent to Yan City on the grounds that he was "strongly requested by his father".
At that time, Lin Jingzhe was convinced of this reason, and because of this, after arriving in Yan City, he was full of hostility towards his father, who was also unimpressed. It's just that he didn't know at the time that within a year after he left, the mother who kept saying to him "there will only be one child of you in this life" gave birth to the "crystallization of love" that he really looked forward to with a sweet heart.
Lin Jingzhe woke up from his memories, took the key of the antique warehouse that once belonged to his grandfather, which was officially handed over to him by the notary and lawyer. Before leaving, he took one last look inward.
In the small space, in the three-sided closet, the large and small lists are the most cherished collections of grandfather in this life. It's a pity that Lin Jingzhe didn't get to know this hobby. He didn't know anything about antiques, and he didn't have any interest. The only thing he knew was that every piece of bronze ware that was properly placed in this room was expensive and had a lot to do with everything. , the future fate of all those whom he did not like.
Lin Jingzhe squinted his beautiful eyes, looked back and straightened his clothes: "Let's go."
The warehouse was placed in Lin Jingzhe's house, which now belongs to Lin Jingzhe. Someone was cleaning up the mourning hall downstairs. After the funeral, aunt Jiang Xiaoyun and uncle Jiang Zhi rarely left immediately.
The two of them were sitting in the living room, holding the phone and staring nervously at the road to the warehouse.
Seeing Lin Jingzhe's figure, their eyes suddenly lit up. Jiang Xiaoyun held the receiver in one hand and greeted fiercely with the other: "Jingzhe, come here, guess who's calling?"
Lin Jingzhe stood there, raised his head slightly, and looked at her expressionlessly from the side of his gaze.
Jiang Xiaoyun's scalp was tightened by the stare, and he thought that he was really in trouble, and at the same time he kept the surprised expression on his face awkwardly: "It's your mother!"
Hearing this sentence, Lin Jingzhe could be considered to move, and walked towards her slowly.
Jiang Xiaoyun scolded secretly in his heart, and at the same time, it was inevitable that there would be a little smug joy. It's not that she is boasting, no matter how bad the relationship is, she also watched this kid grow up, how can she not know what kind of virtue he is? Although there is always a stinky face on the surface, but a child without a mother will always think of her mother in her heart.
The new network that Jiang Chacha has dug up on them is a treasure. After all, the person in charge of land allocation in the provincial capital is not easy to get online. A little sand leaks from their fingers, which is enough for major real estate companies to scratch their heads for a year. Half loaded. And she and her second husband, Qiqing Real Estate, were established not long ago, and they are in a critical period in which they urgently need support and development.
More importantly, once she shows that she has the ability to have such a network, then her status in the Qi family and the entire company is bound to be greatly improved.
It's an incredibly fat temptation, and it benefits both parties. However, the countdown to the next round of land division in the provincial capital had already entered, and there was not much time for them to convince Lin Jingzhe to take the initiative to give things up. The three brothers and sisters hit it off, and finally decided that Jiang Chacha and Jiang Xiaoyun would come forward to stabilize Lin Jingzhe, while Jiang Zhi acted according to the situation, and when the time was right, he directly took the things away.
As long as Lin Jingzhe didn't pursue it, everything would be safe. And it's not that they underestimate the enemy, an eighteen-year-old child, born and raised in a small city, what kind of insight can he have? I'm afraid he doesn't even know how much that pile of antiques is worth. At that time, even if he doesn't want to, he can just give some benefits on his own side, and the confusion will be solved.
Jiang Xiaoyun stared at Lin Jingzhe who was getting closer, as if he had foreseen the great future after his plan was successful.
The other party finally got close, stretched out his hand, and gestured to pick up the phone.
Jiang Xiaoyun was nervous and couldn't wait to hand over the receiver.
Lin Jingzhe glanced at her, took the receiver, slowly raised it, and then under her earnest gaze—
Put on the phone.
He didn't answer the connection, just hung up the phone.
"Hey--"
Jiang Xiaoyun and Jiang Zhi looked like they were stabbed by needles, and stood up at the same time, screaming in unison.
Jiang Xiaoyun was stunned: "Didn't you hear? That's your mother! Your mother! She called!!"
The hung up phone rang again in coordination.
Jiang Xiaoyun rushed to pick it up, but Lin Jingzhe moved faster than her and unplugged the phone line.
In the silent room, Jiang Xiaoyun and his brother stared at the phone, which was no longer silent, and looked at each other. Lin Jingzhe put the phone on the coffee table, and there was no trace of warmth in his eyes: "It's getting late, you should go back."
Jiang Xiaoyun stared at Lin Jingzhe as if the other party had suddenly grown three heads.
Until they left, they couldn't understand why Lin Jingzhe's response would be so different from what they expected.
In the evening, Lin Jingzhe sent away the workers hired to set up the mourning hall, and cleaned the place carefully again. He carefully placed the photo of his grandfather, put three sticks of incense on it respectfully, and waited for ten minutes after answering the phone line. Call again.
He sneered, and as expected, he followed the memory of his previous life and dialed a number.
In his previous life, Lin Jingzhe worked in Yan City, the capital, and had cooperated with many local organizations. Many units there had not been relocated for decades, and their numbers probably would not change at will. Sure enough, the phone rang four times before someone picked it up.
It was already off-duty time, and the voice of the staff on duty was lazy: "Hello, this is the National Museum of the Capital."
"Hello." Lin Jingzhe said, "I am an ordinary citizen of Liyun City, Qunnan Province, and I would like to donate a batch of cultural relics to your museum."
The other party was stunned for a moment. He probably didn't encounter such a situation often, and his tone became serious: "Thank you very much, so would it be convenient for you to disclose the content of your donation?"
Lin Jingzhe said calmly, "Probably a batch of bronzes from the Western Zhou Dynasty or the Shang Dynasty."
"what!!!???"
The person on the other side of the phone was obviously frightened by Lin Jingzhe's understatement. The background sound suddenly became noisy for a few seconds, and he could hear the sound of greeting people while covering the microphone.
The person who connected the cable immediately changed, and his tone was obviously much more professional: "Hello, may I ask if the cultural relics you want to donate were obtained through legal channels?"
"This is my grandfather's relic. He has just passed away and has been notarized and inherited in my own name." Lin Jingzhe knew their concerns, glanced at the time, and took the initiative, "If your museum agrees to donate, please stay A fax number, and I will fax the pictures of the cultural relics."
Lin Jingzhe wrote down the number, hung up the phone, closed his eyes and sighed wearily.
That's it, that's it.
This batch of antiques is my grandfather's life's hard work, even if it is worth a lot, even if he is poor and hungry, he will not exchange it for wealth.
That being the case, why not keep them in a more secure and complete place? They will be displayed in the largest museum in the country, and more people will be swayed by culture and history. If Grandpa Quanxia knows about it, he will definitely be happy.
The phone that was hung up was lying quietly on the coffee table like this, no longer ringing, and Jiang Cha Cha did not call again.
Lin Jingzhe's nose suddenly became sour, he lay down on the sofa in the living room with no lights on, and pressed his eyes tightly.
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Yan City, the capital, in the office of the National Museum.
A group of people who were urgently called by the phone stared nervously at the printer on the desk. The signal light was always calm under everyone's attention. When everyone almost thought that the call was just a prank, someone suddenly shouted out in surprise. Voice: "The signal is coming! The signal is coming!!"
The quiet office suddenly boiled, and the machine screamed and spat out a pile of fax paper. Everyone couldn't wait to get on the ground and grab it, staring hungry at the pattern on the paper and began to study.
"Really... Really... This Fang Yi's shape and gluttonous patterns are clearly the craftsmanship of the late Shang Dynasty!!"
"And this top square bottle, my God, it's so well preserved!"
"This is a priceless good thing." An elderly man with glasses leaned over the table to look at each picture carefully, shook his head in amazement, and couldn't believe it, "The other party really said donation? Free of charge Donate?"
The leader of the museum also thought it was amazing: "Yes, he left all the addresses and said that after we have finished the appraisal, we can send someone directly to Liyun City, Qunnan Province to pick it up."
"Qunnan Province?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, "That's a good place. That's it."
He took off his reading glasses, placed them on the table lightly, and said, "I just have time to spare recently, so I will go with you."
The leader of the museum was taken aback: "Old Fang, don't be kidding, why do you have to go to a place so far away in Qunnan Province? The sanatorium..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the old man's impatient waving hand.
Fang Laodao said: "Don't be squeamish, I know in my heart, this donation still needs on-site identification, if these bronzes are genuine, then it will definitely be a powerful booster for my country's current chaotic cultural relics market. ."