How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Ye Cheng's meaning is very simple.

Do you regret giving me this national treasure for nothing?

In fact, what Ye Cheng asked was a test of people's hearts.

Presumably 99.9% of people regret it.

The two parties did not sign a gift agreement. Once Zhao Yatang regretted it, he claimed that he had never said this at all.

So, this Yaobian Tianmu lamp is still from Rongshengzhai.

Even if the two sides fight a lawsuit, Ye Cheng will definitely lose.

Can……

Ye Cheng still asked.

He stared at Zhao Yatang, waiting for the other party's decision.

Zhao Yatang was quite surprised. He looked at Ye Cheng and then at the Jianzhan on the tea table.

He asked in a deep voice: "Xiaocheng! What do you mean?"

"Are you asking me if I regret it, or are you asking me which is more important, business or family ties?"

Ye Cheng smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Yatang sighed.

"Ye Cheng, my Zhao family, when it comes to my and my sister Yazhen's generation, we are the only two siblings left."

"And I, an unfilial son, have never married and have no family."

"Even if I have a fortune of tens of thousands, what's the use of adding another unique jade lamp?"

Zhao Yatang said, looking at the shopkeeper Li Cen aside, and waved his hand.

Seeing this, Li Cen bit his lip, took out the key and took out a document from a safe in the inner hall, and then handed it to Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng glanced at it and saw that it was a declaration of inheritance.

Write above:

Zhao Yatang, chairman of Rongsheng Culture Group, is willing to transfer all the assets of the group to his sister Zhao Yazhen and his daughter Su Qinghe free of charge after a hundred years.

The documents are signed and stamped, and notarized by a lawyer.

Obviously, the old man had already made all preparations.

"This……"

It was Ye Cheng's turn to be stunned.

He used a mere jianzhan to test Zhao Yatang, and he seemed to be a little behind.

It turns out that Zhao Yatang had long wanted to find his sister and leave everything in the Zhao family to her.

It's just that I haven't taken any action because I care about face.

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Yatang laughed loudly when he saw Ye Cheng was stunned.

"Man! How much money do you need to make to be satisfied? Small town!"

"When you finally die, there are only doctors and nurses left around you, hoping that you will get off work as soon as possible after you die. Is it desolate, is it painful?"

"I still say the same thing! The Yaobian Tianmu Zhan is given to you as a gift."

"The Yaobian Tianmu lamp worth several billions can be counted as my dowry for my niece. Do you think it's okay or not?"

Zhao Yatang stood up and looked at Ye Cheng seriously and excitedly.

"Can you tell me now, where is my niece?"

Ye Cheng laughed, and a stone fell to the ground in his heart.

Help Qinghe find his uncle and find his natal family for his future mother-in-law.

This matter is completely finished.

The human heart is sometimes the least able to withstand the test.

Sometimes, it is also the most enduring.

"Let's go, uncle, I'll take you to see Qinghe."

Ye Cheng unknowingly changed his name, stood up, and walked out the door with a smile.

……

half an hour ago.

Just when Ye Cheng stepped into Rongshengzhai carrying a fruit basket.

Su Qinghe left the door of the store as if fleeing.

She didn't want to go to the crowded market anymore, so she simply continued walking east and took a slow walk.

By some strange mistake, he ended up in the real ghost market in Panjiayuan.

In fact, the ghost market did not disappear completely, it just moved to a more secluded place.

After all, as market supervision becomes more and more stringent, people from all walks of life from the south to the north cannot live without a place to trade.

As long as there are people who love petty gains, things like cheating and abduction will never be possible.

As long as there are company bosses who like to show off and are arty, the ghost market will never die.

In the deepest part of the east side of Panjiayuan, there is such a place.

It covers an area of ​​about one thousand square meters and is the east entrance of Panjiayuan's factory.

Every night after 9 p.m., people will start setting up stalls in the dark.

But at this time, nothing good will leak out.

It wasn't until after 2 a.m. that the real ghost market in Panjiayuan opened for business.

this point in time.

Regardless of whether they were stolen, robbed, or deceived, all the treasures that were hidden from the light of day appeared here.

That's when demons and monsters are rampant.

This is the place where Zhao Yatang told Ye Cheng to take action with the Five Sons Fighting for the Best Spring Ping.

As Su Qinghe walked, he saw that the area was getting darker and darker, and he began to feel a little scared.

She wanted to turn around and go back, but the scene in front of her attracted her attention.

But I saw many people walking silently in front, scanning the dozen or so stalls on the ground in silence.

The stall owner didn't say anything, just playing with his mobile phone. The mobile phone illuminated their faces, showing different expressions.

Only when someone stops will a charging lamp on the stall be turned on.

The desk lamp didn't light up either, emitting a penetrating white light.

The buyer would squat down, pick up the items on the stall and examine them carefully in the dim light.

As for high-power flashlights?

Nonsense, you won’t be allowed to use it at all!

What a fucking joke, this kind of place is just trying to fish in troubled waters.

If you like it, buy it; if you don't, just leave.

Who are you taking a photo of with a broken flashlight?

Su Qinghe was excited when he saw it.

It turns out that this is where the real ghost market is!

The girl immediately became interested and wanted to bring something good back to Ye Cheng.

She said it was a leak, but she actually knew how she could have missed it.

Neither she nor Ye Cheng knew anything about antiques and came here just for wandering.

But facing the colorful bottles, ancient mirrors, and jades on the stall, Su Qinghe couldn't help but walk over.

Take a look, take a blind look!

Absolutely no asking, no touching, no curiosity.

After Ye Cheng comes out, take him around here.

Seeing that no one was carrying a flashlight, Su Qinghe didn't dare to take out the high-power flashlight he had prepared, so he just held his phone and wandered around the ghost market.

Because the time had not yet come, there were only a dozen stalls scattered on the ground.

It took Su Qinghe less than ten minutes to complete all the rotations, his little face was extremely excited.

It’s so diverse.

Through the stall owner's light, she saw calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, bronzes, ancient coins, xuan furnaces, bronze mirrors, jade, enamel and so on.

Just throwing it on the ground was dizzying.

I even saw illegal things like ivory products being sold.

The girl didn't dare to talk to him at all, let alone stay. After walking around for a while, he turned around and left.

Just before leaving, I was attracted by a stall in the corner.

But I saw that the person setting up the stall turned out to be a child of twelve or thirteen years old.

In the depth of winter, the clothes were very thin, and the cold weather made Qinghe frown.

A middle-aged couple was squatting in front of the children's stall, picking and choosing.

There aren't many things on the stall.

A few broken-looking incense burners and a pile of copper coins and silver coins from an unknown era.

The man in the middle-aged couple rummaged through the coins with his hands, making them rattle.

"Don't... don't go over it! Uncle, this money is worthless, it's all my father's things. He asked me to look at the stall here. When he comes later, I'll ask him the price."

The boy stared at the copper coins on the stall, fearing that the other party would take advantage of the darkness and steal a few coins.

Blah blah blah!

The middle-aged couple still turned over their heads, with indifferent and somewhat arrogant expressions on their faces.

It feels a bit like adults bullying children.

"Your father? My little boy, where is your father? Let him come over and I'll ask how he sold it."

"My father..."

When the child saw this, his face turned pale, and a gust of cold wind happened to blow, and he shivered again.

"My father brought food to my grandma! My grandma is hospitalized in Xiehe Hospital and will have an operation tomorrow. She won't be allowed to eat this meal. Maybe... it may take a while..."

"Fuck! Why are you setting up a stall when there's no one around!"

The man cursed irritably.

"In order to...to get a seat, otherwise the place will be gone in a while..."

The way the boy trembled as he spoke made Su Qinghe's frown deepen.

"Haha! Okay. Stop looking through other people's things. You can throw away one of your own!"

The woman in the middle-aged couple stopped the man's behavior and grabbed a copper stove on the stall seemingly casually.

"Child, let me ask you, how much does this stove cost and how to sell it?"

Seeing the other party pick up the stove, the little boy's eyes suddenly lit up.

"I know this. My father said that this is the Xuande copper incense burner from the Ming Dynasty. It was used by the emperor. It is a serious and good thing. He asked me to sell it for 900,000 yuan. I can't sell it for a cent less..."

"Fuck! You are so poor!"

Before the boy finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man from the middle-aged couple.

"You dare to sell a broken stove for 900,000 yuan, even if it's fake! Her mother is a liar!"

As he spoke, he snatched the incense burner from his wife's hand and threw it directly on the stall.

After throwing it away, he took his wife and left.

"Hey! Hey! You...why did you throw my incense burner?"

The little boys guarded each other like treasures, with a look of distress and pity on their faces.

"Nonsense, fake, just throw it away! Look at your behavior!"

The man took a sip of yellow phlegm and turned to leave with his wife.

In the end, only Su Qinghe was left standing where he was.

Qinghe frowned deeply, but couldn't say what he wanted to say, so he sighed and was about to leave.

"Sister! Do you want an incense burner? I...can I sell it to you cheaper?"

Unexpectedly, when the boy saw someone showing sympathy, he suddenly burst into tears and shook his thin shoulders.

"My grandma is going to have surgery tomorrow, and my father hasn't collected enough for the operation yet! My grandma's life is going to be lost just for some money!"

"Sister, I see that you are kind-hearted. I don't want your 900,000 yuan. Can you give me 300,000 yuan to buy it? Please, otherwise I will have no grandma... Wuwuwu"

The boy left hot tears and fell on the 'Xuande stove', sobbing for a while.

"you……"

Su Qinghe's brows were knitted into a knot, unable to move forward.

Three hundred thousand!

To save a life, buy this incense burner?

But I don't even know if this is true or not.

If it's true, wouldn't I be greedy for someone else's life-saving money?

Even if it's fake...

No!

Let’s wait until Ye Cheng comes to take a look.

Su Qinghe took a step forward, looked at the boy with great sympathy, and turned away resolutely.

But who knows.

Just as she was about to walk out of the ghost market, the middle-aged couple surrounded her.

"Hi! Girl, hi! Girl, stay."

A woman in her thirties actually stopped Su Qinghe.

The man on the side also accompanied him carefully, laughing.

Su Qinghe stood there, feeling panicked.

"what happened?"

"Did you see it?"

The woman asked in a low voice: "Girl, do you also see that the Xuande furnace of the Ming Dynasty is real?"

I……

Su Qinghe thought to himself, I can see what the heck is wrong.

I don't even know what this stove is for.

She shook her head and walked around the two of them to leave.

"Don't go, girl!"

When the woman saw Qing He was about to leave, she grabbed her.

"I knew that the people who come to this place are all capable people." The woman said in a low voice.

"Girl, I think you are also knowledgeable. Now that you have seen it, we can't let it go."

"The Xuande Furnace of the Ming Dynasty, one appeared at Sotheby's auction house last year and sold for more than three million!"

"I heard that, that kid sold you for 300,000 yuan, and you... you still didn't pick up the slack?"

More than three million?

Su Qinghe's eyes suddenly widened.

Pick up leaks?

Am I so lucky that I really have to miss something?

The girl's heart was agitated.

It’s not the ecstasy of picking up a fortune and making a fortune, but the excitement of being struck by the goddess of luck.

She and Ye Cheng are worth hundreds of billions, and 300,000 is nothing.

I simply bought a bottle of iced black tea and won, then another bottle and won again, and finally won a box full of excitement.

"you……"

Su Qinghe looked at the two people in front of him warily.

"Hey! Girl, whoever buys this rule gets it."

Seeing Su Qinghe's reaction, the woman immediately said.

"We, the couple, saw it first! It's a pity that we only have a deposit of hundreds of thousands on the card today, and the rest of the money will be dead."

"Sister! Do yourself a favor and raise hundreds of thousands, and we can buy it."

"When I get it at dawn tomorrow, I will make a profit of more than two million yuan!"

"Everyone in our family can get half of it, and you can make a net profit of more than one million yuan just by pouring money. What do you think?"

"I……"

Su Qinghe was stunned immediately. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing again.

She turned her head and looked at the little boy who was still hanging his head and crying, and then at the middle-aged couple with greedy faces.

"Oh! Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! Girl!"

The woman advised again: "I only need these 300,000 yuan to save my grandma. If I don't have money, I will die. This is the reality of this society."

"If we buy it, grandma will be saved. Do you think a life is more important, or taking advantage?"

"You don't care about this, and we have no money. In the end, my grandma dies, and your conscience will be uneasy for the rest of your life!"

"what?"

Su Qinghe was confused by the other party's divine logic.

If I don’t take advantage of this, will it make me feel uneasy?

"Okay! Girl, I'm asking you one last time, just leave it alone. No matter if we go home and borrow money, we bought this stove no matter what."

The woman seemed to be tired of talking, so she pulled her husband and turned to leave.

The man suddenly became anxious and said, "What the hell, wife! We won't miss this opportunity before it comes. It's just the time we go back. What should we do if someone picks up the incense burner?"

The man looked at Su Qinghe again, with pleading in his words.

"Girl, I see that you are also very rich in what you are wearing, so please help me."

"Well, if you're worried, just take the incense burner and sell it tomorrow. You get 60% and we get 40%, okay?"

"I……"

Su Qinghe looked back at the crying little boy again, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Fine……"

The middle-aged couple were immediately ecstatic.

Unexpectedly, Qinghe said again: "But you have to give me as much money as you have, and I will make up the rest."

"You just said it was a fake, and now you're back. Children shouldn't be suspicious."

"Let me go and buy it. After we buy it, we can talk about other things!"

Ok?

Neither of them expected that this girl would actually make such a condition.

Looking at each other, the woman's eyes were filled with urgency.

The man had no choice but to nod his head: "Okay, we have 143,000. Girl, you have to make up 157,000. Do you have it?"

Su Qinghe smiled sweetly when he heard this and took out his mobile phone.

"You must! Transfer the money."

In less than a minute, 143,000 was transferred to Su Qinghe's account.

"Girl, go quickly! The money you saved will be bought by others, but you will be dumbfounded."

"We are waiting for you at the door..."

After the woman saw the money being transferred, she urged her husband to leave the ghost market and watched quietly from a distance of more than ten meters.

Su Qinghe saw that there was an extra 143,000 yuan in his account, and turned back to the little boy's stall.

"Uh... little brother, how much did you sell me this stove for?"

The little boy was sobbing, but he raised his head excitedly when he heard this.

"Three...three hundred thousand, sister! It's a fixed price. Just transfer the money to my grandfather. After you transfer the money, you can take the stove away. I will never let my grandfather trouble you later."

Su Qinghe chuckled and glanced at the copper stove on the stall.

"Three hundred thousand?"

"Forget it, it's too expensive, I don't want it anymore!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"what?"

The little boy was stunned on the spot.

"what!"

The middle-aged couple who had been peeking not far away were also dumbfounded.

Too expensive?

What the fuck...

No more?