Chapter 100

"Sir, we have arrived at the place you mentioned." After the taxi driver stopped the car, he reminded Qin Zhao, who had been thinking about his jade finger, and looked at the timer and said, "The total is thirty-three and sixty-nine cents."

"Ah, thank you," Qin Zhao, who had come to his senses, was about to pay, when he suddenly heard the driver's quotation, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked with disbelief: "No way? That's how much it costs for so little distance." Money? It’s about five or six kilometers away...you won’t bully me for not being a local, will you?” Because his accent doesn’t have a Jiaodong flavor, he is always misunderstood as a foreigner these days.

"Hey, look at what you said, is our family the kind of person who makes money without knowing it? Not only will the air conditioner be turned on for you along the way, but this car is a Japanese crown, and the starting price is more expensive than other cars." Rental The driver of the car tapped the crown logo on the steering wheel and said proudly: "It's a good car to enjoy, of course the price is more expensive."

Are Japanese things necessarily good? In Qin Zhao's impression, apart from the world-famous love action movies in that country, there seems to be nothing that left a good impression on him. However, I understand that a small person like a taxi driver doesn't understand this, so Qin Zhao didn't bother to grind his teeth with him for a few dollars, so he took out the only thirty-five dollars and handed it to him, then opened the door and got off the car.

The driver with a big beard smiled, put the money in his pocket, and turned around to leave. As for the extra one, thirty cents, the driver didn't seem to intend to give him, because according to normal logic, no one would care about this money while sitting in the crown.

Knocking on the crown that was about to turn around, Qin Zhao said seriously to the driver who rolled down the window, "Get me some change."

No way? The driver looked at the mansion behind Qin Zhao. Even if he didn't live in such a million-dollar mansion, he wouldn't care about the change of more than one yuan?

"Brother, do you know that the whole of China is now boycotting Japanese products? Although I can't show my ass that has been ridden in Japanese products for the Chinese to kick, but I don't need to throw money for nothing to those who drive Japanese products to make money." Qin Zhao Seriously speaking, it seemed that taking a car from Japan was a great insult to him.

"I, I'm not Japanese... I just rely on Japanese goods to make a living. Isn't it just a little more than one yuan, so I'll give it to you." It seems that the whole country is boycotting Japanese goods. The bearded driver He muttered, and the pride on his face just now disappeared, and he handed the remaining money to Qin Zhao through the car window.

But just when Qin Zhao was about to reach out to take it back, the bearded driver suddenly withdrew his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"This is the thirty-five yuan you gave me just now. I will pay you back all of it. Let you use Japanese goods for nothing." The driver smiled heartily, narrowing his eyes with a narrow smile: "I do this. , I just want you to feel the cool feeling of being white with Japanese goods... although this car is not human, haha." Amidst the loud laughter, the bearded man stuffed the money into Qin Zhao's hands, as if he was sitting in the car for nothing just now. He got Qin Zhao's car with such a smug face. After starting the car, the turn signal flashed and merged into the fast lane.

Damn, it turns out that I am not alone in patriotism. Qin Zhao touched his nose and smiled knowingly. The driver's words made him useless to make a joke about Japanese goods to dilute the temporary depression. When he whistled and opened the living room door, there was the same smile in the corner of his mouth as the bearded driver's eyes.

"Why did you go home so early today? Are you absent from work because you have something to do?" Song Lan, who was choosing dishes in the kitchen, poked her head out and asked. The Qin family didn't hire a nanny, and she, the former president's wife, took care of three meals a day. So every afternoon when it was close to five o'clock, she would cook for her husband and son who got off work at 5:30.

Putting on his slippers, Qin Zhao walked into the room, picked up the glass of cold water on the coffee table, drank to his heart's content, and then wiped his mouth: "I didn't go to work this afternoon. I went to the hospital to see a friend."

"Oh," Song Lan didn't care if her son went to work or not. Anyway, the family was not short of money. With an oh in his mouth, he took out a plate of washed apples and walked out of the kitchen, put them on the coffee table, looked at his son with his feet up on the side of the sofa, and said, "Let's eat an apple first, mom will make you something Xiaoxue likes to eat clear side dishes."

"But I don't like to eat. I like to eat meat." Qin Zhao picked up an apple and took a bite. Just when Song Lan ignored his complaints and was about to go back to the kitchen, he suddenly said vaguely: " Mom, they found me today."

Holding the door frame with one hand, Song Lan turned around in confusion and asked, "Who?"

After biting off another piece of apple, Qin Zhao stared at an ongoing elective program on TV: "People from the Song family."

Song Lan didn't say anything immediately, but her face gradually lost color. Although she knew that her son would know about it sooner or later, when it happened, she realized that she didn't know how to explain it to her son.

"Mom, don't be in trouble. You also know that your son has been your strongest supporter since childhood. Mom, you only need to hold high the banner of progress for me, and I will take care of my son. I won't hide anything from you." Qin Zhao put down Apple walked to the kitchen door with bare feet, and gently stopped Song Lan's *: "Mom, I understand your decision very well. But I don't want you to always live in the dissatisfaction and resentment of the past. You must know this Everything in the world is changing every day, so you should look forward." He took out the thirty-five yuan from his pocket and showed off: "Just now I succeeded in changing a driver who admired Japanese products, and he actually Please let me fuck a Japanese product for nothing. Since my son can change the mind of a stranger, why can't his mother accept the reality in front of him?"

"Speaking so badly, what is it that you fell in love with a Japanese product for nothing?" Song Lan forced a smile, leaned her head in the arms of her son who was half a head taller than her, and said calmly: "I just really hope that we can be peaceful now. I don’t want to be disturbed any more, and I feel that having you, your father, and Qingling is the best compensation from God for the suffering I suffered back then. My mother is not greedy, as long as she can maintain a peaceful life in front of her, she will be satisfied.”

"Oh, I said mom." Qin Zhao suddenly pulled Song Lan into his arms, and said in a fuss, "I'm not satisfied with the peaceful life in front of me. I want to give you two grandchildren to give you a headache." Woolen cloth."

"Small sample, I will talk to my mother!" Song Lan smiled and beat her son's back, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if enjoying her son's hug very much: "Xiao Zhao, mom has also been thinking about it these days. I always wonder if they, are they getting old? Every time I see your uncle on TV, I will think of the past when they smashed ice on the river in winter to catch fish for me when I was young. At that time, your mother In the eyes of all the men in the Song family, she is an unreasonable and savage little princess, no one would dare to make me unhappy."

But it was the most savage little girl of the Song family who stood up at the most critical moment and used her weak shoulders to provoke the entire Song family's brilliant today, making her three who are above tens of millions today Her brothers have always felt guilty about her.

"Mom, in fact, you are still a little princess that no one dares to mess with. When you are a son, you can't see how your father is a submissive slave in front of you?" Qin Zhao suddenly understood why Song Lan refused to recognize her relatives. I want my son to live an ordinary life in peace. After realizing the old painstaking efforts, he couldn't help lowering his head and kissing the temples that already had white silk.

"Xiao Zhao..." Song Lan's tears flowed freely in her son's first kiss after growing up, shedding all the resentment towards the Song family for so many years...

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"Bing'er, it's time to go to bed." Grandma's voice came from the wall made of cardboard boxes, there was no dissatisfaction but pity: "Even if you want to get familiar with the business of the unit as soon as possible, you don't have to ignore your ** like this."

After graduating from high school, Cao Binger, who spent all day hanging out with a bunch of gangsters, lied to her grandmother that she had found a job running insurance after returning home. And every night, I told my grandma what tricky clients I met today, and what kind of people were not as good as ours. While grandma is grinning, she will promptly hand over the money picked up today to grandma, saying that it is a commission for today's business. Every time grandma took the money, she would tremblingly stroke her hair with her tarnished hands, and there would be light shining in her cloudy old eyes. This makes Cao Binger, who is forced to smile, feel very uncomfortable, and will vow to get more money tomorrow so that grandma can live a better life.

"Got it, grandma, go to bed first, and I'll read for a while." Cao Bing'er turned over, holding a white jade wrench with two fingers. Under the light of a ten-watt light bulb, the jade wrench finger, which is smooth and slightly warm to the skin, seems to have smoke flowing on it.

"This is a good thing, but I don't know how much it's worth." Cao Binger murmured to herself in a low voice. Qin Zhao's disgusting appearance of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger appeared again.

Hmph, this thing shouldn't be worth much. If it was, that guy would just put it in his shirt pocket casually? However, seeing that guy's clothes are quite expensive brands, he wouldn't carry cheap things with him, would he? Who knows if it's worth it or not, sleep! Take it to the antique market tomorrow to find someone to appraise it, don't you know everything?

Since she stole Qin Zhao's finger wrench, she took it out to play with it for a long time every night for more than a week. I don't know if she is studying whether the finger is worth money or not, or if she is thinking about someone who broke into her dream through the finger.

Every night before going to bed, Cao Binger would decide to take it to the antique market for appraisal tomorrow, but the next morning, she would always put it away properly in a place where only she could find it, just like collecting the most precious finger in her teenage years. good dream.

With grandma's reminder again, Cao Bing'er finally turned off the light, her eyes wide open in the darkness. At this time, she would hear crickets calling under the willow tree outside the old house, and occasionally, a cool night breeze would come in through the screen window, causing her to curl up instinctively, and then pulled the blanket cover Slowly enter the dreamland with sunshine on the body...

When the early morning sun was still struggling on the distant sea, Cao Binger had already returned home from a small stall a few miles away with fried dough sticks and soy milk. The place where she lives now is the most dilapidated old city in Qingdao City. The low red brick houses and narrow streets with potholes are incompatible with the modern clothes Cao Binger is wearing.

When the grandma who was cleaning the house looked up, she saw her granddaughter carefully pouring steaming soybean milk into the enamel jar. There is a sense of satisfaction on the faces of his son and daughter-in-law who have rarely smiled since they both died in a car accident a few years ago. Life was good to her. Although her son and daughter-in-law were taken away, she was left with a sensible and beautiful granddaughter. Perhaps, the existence of Cao Binger is the reason why the old lady continues to have the courage to live.

"Grandma, eat it while it's hot. I have to go to work as soon as possible. I may go to a client's house far away today. I won't come back to cook at noon. At noon, you can warm up the extra soy milk." Already." Cao Binger instructed, and brought the soy milk and fried dough sticks to grandma and put them away. After washing her hands in a patched washbasin, she picked up the small bag containing the jade fingers, and told her grandma, whose eyesight was no longer working, that the fried dough sticks she ate at noon were in the willow basket on the cabinet. Only then walked out of the house with brisk steps that made grandma feel at ease.

As soon as she walked out of this house, Cao Binger's obedient girl disappeared immediately. After taking out the jade wrench from the small bag containing a few sheets of toilet paper and putting it in his body pocket, he stuffed the small bag into the firewood pile at the door. It is very inconvenient to pick up money with this stuff.

After thinking hard last night, Cao Binger still decided to take this jade wrench to the antique market. It doesn't have to be a shot, but I just want to know if the thing that the guy puts in his pocket is worth money, that's all.

Qing Island was just a small fishing village more than a hundred years ago. Development and construction began after the Opium War, and the economy gradually began to prosper after the German occupation. Therefore, the cultural background is not too deep, and the collections in the antique market are mainly modern calligraphy and painting, Laoshan stone, and antique furniture. There are several antique markets in this city, but due to the influence of cultural background, the scale is not too large.

For a pickpocket gangster like Cao Binger who rides around on the bus every day, there are few places in this city that she hasn't been to. Among them, Qilu Antique City on Zhongshan Road, which is relatively prosperous, is her destination today.

When getting out of the car, by the way, Cao Binger took out more than a dozen dollars in change from the pants pocket of a bald middle-aged man who was able to squeeze an old man behind him and get on the car first even though he had a briefcase under his arm. Chewing his gum, he approached the antique market as if nothing had happened.