The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying came to the alley of Xueye Primary School.

Only today did it see the name on the houseplate: No. 33, Xiyingjing Lane.

"Uncle Daping, are you there?"

The flowers on the flower stand had withered, and the alley was deserted before school was over. Ding Jiaying's voice seemed particularly loud.

"Who is it?" a voice came from the second floor.

Ding Jiaying took a step back and almost leaned against the wall. She looked up and saw Uncle Daping wearing work clothes with dust all over his head and body.

"It's you. Come in. The door is not locked." Then he went downstairs.

Ding Jiaying imitated Qiao Shen, reached her hand through the bars, and turned the door lock with her backhand.

It worked in one go.

"Would you like to drink coffee? My coffee skills are much better than before." Uncle Daping is still thin, but his face has become much rosier.

Ding Jiaying was not polite: "Since I'm here, of course I have to try it."

"Then wait for me. I'm covered in dust from painting upstairs. I'll go wash it off first."

"it is good."

Perhaps because few people came, the room and the yard seemed very deserted.

"Has Ateng come here recently?" Ding Jiaying remembered that there were children's homework on the desk when he came last time.

"You have a good memory. A Teng is in Haizhou this month and will be back next month." Uncle Daping changed his clothes and wiped his body and head with a clean towel before coming in from the yard.

"I remember you like bitter taste, right?"

"You have a good memory, too."

Uncle Daping chatted with her while making coffee.

"What do you want to talk to me about? I heard that you've been to my senior sister's place, so there shouldn't be any need for me to appear on camera, right? I just moved the studio recently and I'm very tired. I'm going to give myself a vacation soon."

Ding Jiaying was a little surprised: "Holiday? Don't we have a lot of work to do and can't stop working?"

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "You can tell I'm different from them just by looking at how dark I am. They are in front of machines indoors every day, either cutting with water jets or polishing and carving. If I don't go outside to bask in the sun and enjoy the breeze for a while, I'll go crazy. I used to have a master to restrain me, but who can control me now?"

"But you are also a national-level master of arts and crafts."

He waved his hand and said, "In order to finish the work earlier, I worked fast. My master was not satisfied with my fast work and had to do it well. Later, I worked fast and well, so my master assigned me more pieces. I became a master very quickly, and my master arranged for me to do mountain carving in the factory. Have you seen it?"

"I've seen it. It's very big, like a small hill." Ding Jiaying gestured.

"Hmph. My master is a cunning man. He knows that I can carve small pieces quickly, so in order to control my temper, he asked me to carve big ones. A big one takes a long time and is more difficult. I am also a bit unwilling to admit defeat and I refuse to do things perfunctorily. When I get a task, I have to do it well. I have to stay in the factory every day and cannot go out."

Uncle Daping sounded aggrieved, but Ding Jiaying laughed out loud.

"Isn't this great? Is this how you develop your craft?"

"Of course not. This is all earned with my youth, blood and tears. Anyway, even if I get the job title, it won't work anymore. Master, you are old and can't control me anymore. You just let me run around."

Uncle Daping chuckled and brought the coffee to Ding Jiaying.

"I moved here to get some peace and quiet. If I don't take the orders that were introduced by my connections, I'll have no time to play. So now I only take jobs that I can wait for."

Ding Jiaying actually envied him a little: "It's good this way, I'm free and I have the final say."

"Each has his own way. Take my senior sister, Hong Meiyu, for example. You've seen her. She's obsessed with jade, just like a little kid. Whenever she has time, she'll think about it and put in the effort. I can't compare to her."

"The other day you said you wanted to make a ring. Originally I wanted to be lazy and make one like Qiao Shen's. But then I thought it was wrong. You wanted a couple of rings. So I found it for you from her."

"So that's how it is. I like it very much." Ding Jiaying raised her hand to show him, "I've been wearing it all the time recently."

"Didn't you tell me that you didn't want the common styles on the market? She was obsessed with the Shanzi carvings and refused to touch them. This pair is something she has been hoarding for a long time and she is reluctant to part with it."

"Why?" Ding Jiaying didn't know that this was the couple that Hong Meiyu didn't want to attack.

"She said a friend asked her to make three rings on a piece of jade. Later, she said two of them were lost, so she asked her to make two more of the same size from the jade. In the end, they were just left there."

Ding Jiaying was a little uneasy: "Since there is such a story, shouldn't I take it?"

"What's the big deal? She said the jade was given by someone else and she was processing it. She has already been paid for the processing. She doesn't want the ring anymore. Otherwise, she wouldn't have given it to me." Uncle Daping raised his glass to reassure her.

"You came here specifically to ask me about the ring?"

Ding Jiaying quickly shook her head: "No, no, I came here specifically to give you the money for the ring. It's hard to explain over the phone. You didn't respond when I asked you how much it was on WeChat, and I was also worried that the price might exceed the transfer limit, so I came here on purpose."

As she spoke, Ding Jiaying unzipped her backpack.

Uncle Daping looked incredulous: "Hahahaha, you are such a wonderful person! You actually came here with a schoolbag full of money."

Ding Jiaying didn't know whether what he said was true or not. It was unreasonable to give such a beautiful ring for free.

"No matter what your sister says, you should still take as much as you can. You feel uneasy about getting a pair of rings for no reason."

Zhang Daping looked at her face and quickly understood what she meant. Free things are often more expensive and they represent favors.

But neither he and Ding Jiaying nor Qiao Shen and her had reached such a stage of favor. He could get it from his senior sister for free, but Ding Jiaying could not take the pair of rings from him in the same way.

Qiao Shen, Qiao Shen, you have no hope.

"Then how much do you think is appropriate?" Zhang Daping continued to tease her.

Ding Jiaying thought for a moment and didn't have an answer: "The jade is good, and the carving and design are impeccable. The most difficult thing to estimate is that you are willing to help find it."

Zhang Daping tapped her forehead and said, "You look quite smart, but you are so pedantic."

The young lady would probably feel bad if she didn't take less. Can't she learn from that boy Qiao Shen and be a little thicker-skinned?

He took the bag and put it on the bar. "Okay, this is enough for me to go back from this trip. Clear."

Ding Jiaying thanked him happily.

"If you have nothing to do, just go ahead. You won't be able to go out after school."

"Ah, yes, yes. Goodbye, Uncle Daping."

He sent Ding Jiaying to the door, watched her walk away, and sent a message to Qiao Shen.

It's not that I'm greedy, it's just that this girl is too stubborn and I can't owe her a favor.