Jiang Chen gave Zeng Fei a reply that night, and Zeng Fei's reply was even faster. He told him on the phone that the old customer was willing to buy his ancient coins in a package at a price of 780,000 yuan per piece.
Such a high price was somewhat beyond Jiang Chen's expectations. He thought that if he sold them together, the maximum for a single coin would be 750,000. He did not expect that after deducting the handling fee, he could still make about 740,000 for one ancient coin. It can be seen that Zeng Fei, the old customer, was indeed generous.
The procedures and transfers were all very quick. On the third day of the holiday, Jiang Chen left Shiyang Auction House with two bank cards and took a taxi to Donghua Village.
Miao Lao was holding a bank card with more than 2 million yuan in it, and he was at a loss for a moment. Jiang Chen smiled and said, "If you are used to using a passbook, we can go to the bank now. You need to go in person to apply for the passbook."
“No, no need.” The old man shook his head, and then he came back to his senses: “I believe you, Xiao Jiang, thank you, you are our Miao family’s great benefactor!”
"This is your ancient coin. I just helped you with something and got a quarter of the commission. No matter how you look at it, it's all my profit. I don't deserve to be your benefactor."
"How can you not be a benefactor?" The old man smiled and pulled Miaomiao over, saying to Jiang Chen: "Your appearance has changed my Miaomiao's life. When she grows up, she will definitely repay you well."
Jiang Chen looked down and saw the little girl blinking her eyes. He smiled and rubbed her head, then picked her up when she opened her arms. "Grandpa Miao, there is no such thing as a relationship of gratitude between us. Are you planning to take Miaomiao to school in the city? And do you have an area in mind for buying a house?"
“No.” The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head: “My family fled to Donghua Village and settled here. We haven’t been out many times and don’t even know which districts there are in the city.”
Jiang Chen introduced the various districts of Yan City and the supporting schools in each district to the old man, and then said: "I suggest that you buy a house in Yannan, Zhonghai, and Huyang districts. The development of these districts is very good, and most importantly, the teaching quality of the schools covered in these districts from kindergarten to high school is very good, and Yan University and Hua University are also in these districts."
Mr. Miao nodded repeatedly, then asked, "Xiao Jiang, which district do you live in?"
"Zhonghai." Jiang Chen smiled and said, "The house near my home is very nice. It's not far from the park, hospital, school and large commercial area."
"I want to live with my brother!" Miaomiao hugged Jiang Chen's neck tightly: "I want to live with my brother!"
Miao Lao smiled and said, "Okay, we'll live with my brother." He looked at Jiang Chen and said, "Xiao Jiang, do you have any houses for sale over there?"
Jiang Chen thought for a moment and said, "There shouldn't be any in our neighborhood. If there is one nearby, I can help you find out."
"Okay, okay!" Elder Miao said with a smile, "They say Feng Shui helps people grow. Miao Miao will live next to you. She will definitely have a promising future when she grows up."
After declining Mr. Miao's invitation to stay for lunch, Jiang Chen left Donghua Village and headed straight for the hospital.
Jiang Zhuo was talking to the patient in the next bed. When he saw him coming, he immediately laughed: "Didn't you go out to play with Xiaoxu? Why are you back at this time?"
Jiang Chen sat down on a chair beside the bed. The person in the next bed teased him, "You are not happy that your son is here to accompany you? Children of this age are always away from home. Besides, it is a short holiday now. Only your Jiang Chen is filial enough to come and accompany you every day for three consecutive days."
Jiang Zhuo shook his head: "It's not that I don't want him to accompany me, but a child of his age should go out and play more. What's the point of him staying at home reading books and accompanying me in the hospital all day?"
The person in the next bed laughed and said, "You just don't know how to appreciate your good fortune. If my son was half as sensible as Xiao Jiang, I would wake up laughing in my dreams. By the way, Xiao Jiang, your father said you are a sophomore in Yan No. 1 Middle School. How are your grades?"
Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Not bad."
The man asked, "Not bad, what place?"
An aunt who had been silent all this time also asked: "Yes, how is Xiao Jiang's grades?"
Most adults, when they see a school-age child, like to ask about his academic performance. Usually they have no ill intentions and just want to chat about something. The reason they asked today is because Jiang Zhuo and his wife are not the type to show off. Apart from saying that their child is attending Yanshi No. 1 Middle School, they never talked about Jiang Chen's grades. Others in the ward saw that he was well-behaved and filial, reporting to the hospital every day, and always carrying books with him, so they naturally couldn't help but be curious about his grades.
“First in the grade.”
The man who walked in from outside had a low voice and a folder in his hand. He walked slowly to Jiang Zhuo's bedside, opened the folder and looked through it. He took the time to glance at Jiang Chen. His eyelashes were half-drooped, softening the sharpness of his eyebrows and eyes: "Right?"
"Yes." Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, and the corner of his mouth slightly pulled up to reveal his neat white teeth, which moved the dimple on the left side of his face. He was pure and clean, which was unique to young people. "How did Doctor Shi know?"
The people in the ward were surprised for a moment, then they started to smile when they saw him smile. Someone praised him, "Old Jiang, you have a good son. He is filial, sensible and obedient, and his grades are so good."
Jiang Zhuo smiled shyly, but his tone could not hide his relief and pride: "He is good in everything, but he doesn't like to move around, so I always urge him to go out and play. It's better for boys to make more friends and do more activities."
"This is your child being filial, accompanying you..."
The patients and their families praised him one by one. Only Shi Fengyue could see the inquiry behind Jiang Chen's smile. He bent his joints and tapped the folder twice with his fingertips before saying calmly, "My nephew is in the junior high school of Yan No. 1 Middle School."
Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze, and Shi Fengyue also lowered his eyes and whispered to Jiang Zhuo about the surgical plan. The two of them stood and sat on either side of the bed, one calm and indifferent, the other leisurely and clear, as if they were two separated worlds.
Shi Fengyue left after explaining the surgical plan. Jiang Chen sat for a while and waited for Yang Si to come over and leave the ward. While waiting for the elevator, he happened to see Shi Fengyue coming out of the office. The female doctor following him looked familiar.
The female doctor put her hands behind her back, looked up at Shi Fengyue, and was talking to him. Probably getting ready to get off work, Shi Fengyue changed out of his white coat and put on a simple cream-colored sweater and black jeans. He looked a little more lazy than when he was working, and also less aloof and inaccessible.
The two walked side by side. Shi Fengyue walked neither fast nor slow, but he was tall and had long legs. If the female doctor wanted to follow him closely, she had to speed up her pace. However, there was no sign of effort on her face. She still smiled and looked up as she talked to Shi Fengyue.
As the two were about to approach, Jiang Chen politely withdrew his gaze. Just then, the elevator door opened and he stepped into the elevator.
At the same time, Shi Fengyue paused and stopped less than three meters away from the elevator. He turned his shoulder to avoid the female doctor who almost bumped into him. The next second after Jiang Chen pressed the stair key, a lazy and low voice pierced through the air and came in with its owner: "I have no obligation to satisfy your curiosity."
The slowly closing elevator door obscured the female doctor's changing expressions.
In the closed space, one person stood next to the elevator button, and the other stood on the other side with his hands in his pockets. Neither of them spoke, and both looked calm and composed.
The silence was not broken until the elevator reached the first floor and the two walked to the hospital entrance one after the other.
Jiang Chen nodded and said, "Goodbye, Doctor Shi."
Shi Fengyue nodded his chin lazily, then turned and left.
Jiang Chen walked in the opposite direction. While waiting for the bus, he suddenly remembered that he had promised Chen Xu that he would lend him the book he brought to the hospital today when they met tomorrow. However, he forgot the book in the hospital, so he had to go back and get it now.
As soon as I walked out of the ward, I saw a familiar figure approaching. The thin boy lowered his head, and the middle-aged woman in plain clothes beside him was talking to him. The two gradually approached, and I could vaguely hear their conversation:
"…your mother entrusted you to me, so I will take good care of you."
"You don't have to worry about tuition fees. Just study hard. Auntie is rich. As long as you can study, Auntie will definitely support you to go to college. Once your mother's affairs are settled, we will move to..."
The boy kept his head down and his face could not be seen clearly, but Jiang Chen had already remembered who he was. He hesitated for a moment between temporarily avoiding him or passing by him, and then he saw the boy passing by an open window. The sunlight fell directly on the ground, and there was a flash of light in the sky falling vertically. He no longer hesitated, turned around and retreated to the safety door.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the door closed, it hit someone.
Jiang Chen took half a step back and immediately apologized: "Sorry, I accidentally bumped into..." When he saw the person behind him clearly, he paused and his eyes widened slightly.
"The second time."
The man hugged his chest, wearing a cream-white high-necked coarse-knit sweater with the collar half drooping, revealing his slender white neck and perfectly curved jawline. He had a candy in his mouth, but his eyes were still sharp, but his bloodless lips made his face look more lazy and cold.
Shi Fengyue lowered his eyes to look at him, and tapped his pale lips with his slender index finger with distinct knuckles. After a few seconds, he asked suspiciously, "Didn't you go back? Why are you coming back now just to step on me again?"
Jiang Chen's mouth twitched slightly, but when he thought about the fact that he had bumped into people twice, he could only apologize again because he was in the wrong: "I'm sorry."
Shi Fengyue raised his eyes and glanced at the door of the emergency exit: "Are you hiding from someone?"
Jiang Chen: “Not really.” He thought for a moment and said, “He’s a junior from my school. I’ve only met him once. He didn’t look too happy just now. He probably doesn’t want to run into someone from the same school now.”
Shi Fengyue lowered his eyes to look at him, Jiang Chen raised his eyes, and their eyes met. They seemed indifferent, but they both seemed to want to see something from each other's eyes.
The ringing of a cell phone interrupted their eye contact. Shi Fengyue took out his cell phone, looked at the incoming call, hung up the call and put it back in his pocket. When he pulled his hand out again, there was a candy inside.
Jiang Chen only felt someone rub his head, and then a marshmallow was placed in his palm. When he reacted, the man had already climbed a few steps. His lazy voice echoed in the empty stairwell: "Reward for being a good boy."
The author has something to say: He Qianmin who was touched on the head: I am not a child! You are not allowed to touch my head!
Jiang Chen: You are just a child.
Jiang Chen who was patted on the head: ???
Shi Fengyue: child.
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