Reborn as a rich woman: rich and leisurely

Lin Jing turned to look at Kang Xiaojun, hoping that he could say something fair.

Kang Xiaojun didn't understand what this matter had to do with him, but he knew that he must not speak or take sides.

If it hadn't been for the cold weather, he shouldn't have been here.

"It's all old stuff, there's no need to worry about it anymore." Finally, under Lin Jing's oppressive gaze, Kang Xiaojun decided to smooth over.

But my heart was shaking. Hundreds of thousands of kettles and millions of paintings were shocking to hear, so why not just donate them? !

Sister Jingjing's character is indeed at a level that is difficult for him to reach.

Well, if he were Uncle Lu, he would probably go crazy, right? He would never accept it if he didn't make a fortune and let others miss the opportunity to become millionaires.

It's one thing to admire Sister Jingjing's character, but it's another thing to accept millions in wasted money.

Seeing how Uncle Lu was so excited that he could hardly speak, Kang Xiaojun was worried that he would faint before he could take a breath.

If he were Uncle Lu, he should pull Sister Jingjing's hair and ask her to pay back the money.

Uncle Lu didn't faint, nor did he ask Lin Jing to pay back the money. He took a deep breath but became more angry. After greeting various relatives, Kang Xiaojun made a possible guess from his indignation.

These things originally belonged to one of Uncle Lu's comrades. The comrade asked him to donate these things to the country before he died. As a result, he took those things and donated them. The person who received him at the time said that those things were fake.

Lin Jing suspected that her ears had heard wrong, or that there might be something wrong with her cognition, "You mean, you have donated these things before?"

Kang Xiaojun's face was also full of shock and disbelief, "You are so poor, and you still go to the county to donate things?"

Transportation expenses also cost money, as well as accommodation expenses, and meals and travel expenses abroad. It is not an easy task for an old man with no income and relying on collecting scraps to make ends meet.

As a result, people were angry that they went to donate, but the other party did not know the goods.

It's annoying, it's really annoying.

Uncle Lu's anger kept rising, "I first looked for cultural centers in the county, and then when I got to the city I could only look for cultural centers, but they all said those things were fake!"

Not only did he donate the last wish of his comrade-in-arms, he also went there more than once, but every time he was told it was fake.

Unfortunately, he himself didn't know much about the goods and couldn't tell whether they were genuine or not. He thought that his comrade had made a mistake and the items were just sitting in the garbage dump.

Later I met Lin Jing.

Lin Jing didn't know much about the goods either, but she just relied on the memory of future generations to pick up the missing items.

No wonder Uncle Lu took another look at it at that time.

Kang Xiaojun was shocked again. Sister Jingjing donated for free. At least Sister Jingjing had some points. If Uncle Lu hadn't had the help of Kuang Rulan and Lin Jing, he would have been so poor that he would have been left with a pile of rags. The most exciting thing at the moment was not that millions of dollars were missing from him. However, he actually wanted to fulfill his comrade's last wish several times but was rejected.

If it weren't for Lin Jing's various misfortunes and psychological factors, these things would most likely become personal property.

God, this level of thought is beyond his reach.

That's right, these people are all people who stand up when they see injustice on the road. They don't care about life and death, and money is something they don't care about.

Fortunately, when they first started living together, when Uncle Lu said he would help him manage his money, he suspected Uncle Lu had ulterior motives, but he agreed because he had no choice at the time.

Ashamed, ashamed.

"How many things did your comrade give you? Those seals are also antiques, right?" Lin Jing thought at that time that she wanted to buy the things she wanted without anyone noticing, and carry them away on a tricycle. Many of them were not looked at carefully.

Oh my gosh, did you throw away something that wasn’t important?

Uncle Lu also hated himself for not knowing the goods, so he was dismissed casually.

"The seal was in a tin box when someone else collected old furniture. It doesn't belong to the same family." Uncle Lu still clearly remembers what his comrade-in-arms gave him. In addition to a kettle, a set of paintings, and a set of tea sets. "The teapot is already broken. You took those cups with you."

teapot? cup?

Lin Jing seemed to have a few cups in her mind. They were dusty and not worth much, so she didn't care.

When I left home this time, I even thought about bringing the seal with me, but I really didn’t take those cups seriously.

She was ugly and difficult to take care of, so she stayed in the house in Qi City.

No one lives in the house yet, and I don’t know if it is still there.

Lin Jing looked at Uncle Lu, and Uncle Lu looked at Lin Jing, and suddenly said in a rogue manner: "I've sold everything to you, you can do with it whatever you want, I don't care about it, old man."

Lin Jing was not to be outdone: "Isn't it your comrade's last wish?" It's your turn to find it.

Uncle Lu: "That's your home too." I can't go to your home, right?

Kang Xiaojun understood. Neither of them wanted to return to Qi City.

Come on, the kettle and the painting set are so valuable, those cups can’t be from street vendors, right? Maybe it's more expensive than the compound he lives in now, but the two of them don't even think about taking it for themselves?

Have you come to this point where you treat money like dirt?

The realm is really high.

It's this scene of blame-shifting that's a little weird.

Isn't it noble? You should rush to do it, right?

"Actually, those have been donated. You can keep the tea sets for yourself." Kang Xiaojun felt that Uncle Lu should leave some escape route for himself.

After being out for so long, he is no longer the stupid young man who has no concept of money. Without money, he can only keep his head down and go back after running away from home.

Uncle Lu snorted, "Things don't belong to me, I'm just entrusted by others."

Then he looked at Lin Jing, as if it had nothing to do with him, and said righteously: "Since you bought it, it's yours, you can handle it yourself."

"Grandpa Lu, that's not what you do." Lin Jing didn't have the shame to keep it secret when someone entrusted her with it before she died.

What's more, she doesn't even remember whether the thing is there or not.

If you don’t have a way to do good things, you have to continue to spend money and effort, right?

In any case, Kang Xiaojun's soul was cleansed.

Half a month passed quickly, and Shao Xiuqing also took the initiative to come to her to report the situation.

The previous week was worse with someone invited than without. The week after, it seemed to be a little better, but only a little bit better.

Kuang Weiguo could only say that Shao Xiuqing was making progress, but there was still a gap in competence. If he had a choice, he still hoped to hire two formal workers.

Lin Jing was already thinking about how to reject Shao Xiuqing. She came to see her personally. Some things still needed to be explained clearly in person.

"I haven't done well in the past half month." Shao Xiuqing frankly told the real situation without waiting for Lin Jing's words to persuade him to quit.