"You don't need to pay. Ten yuan a piece isn't much. I can afford it." Ye Mingcheng refused. He was now a tycoon with tens of millions in assets. Ten yuan was nothing to him.
but--
“Those aren’t junk; they’re all carefully selected, and there’s definitely a treasure among them,” Ye Mingcheng emphasized solemnly.
Ye Xunmei scoffed, "These are all the junk you carefully selected. I told you long ago you don't have the talent. It's like writing an article; it requires talent. You can't make a living from this."
Seeing that Ye Mingcheng's expression was not good, he changed his words again, "Although you are not talented, you have good luck. Maybe one day you will get lucky again. You should continue this hobby."
Anyway, it wouldn't cost much money. His son has no other hobbies. He doesn't play around with women, gamble, or smoke or drink. He lives a life more ascetic than a monk. If his hobby of collecting junk is also cut off, what fun will his son have in life?
Ye Mingcheng's expression softened, and he said, "I still think there's a treasure."
"Fine, fine, let Yu Hailin take a look for you." Ye Xunmei was getting impatient. What kind of treasure is this? It's all junk. Only his stupid son would buy it as a treasure.
Ye Qingqing couldn't help but laugh. She whispered about the bamboo tube in Lu Mo's ear. Lu Mo's lips curled up slightly. No wonder Ye Xunmei insisted it was junk. With his father-in-law's discerning eye, the chances of him finding a treasure were indeed very small.
"Tell me what good things are happening; you can't just keep them to yourself." Ye Xunmei's words were making her very curious.
Ye Qingqing glanced at Ye Mingcheng and said, "It's nothing, it's just that my dad got scammed..."
She vividly recounted the story of the 250 yuan on the bamboo tube, and also mentioned that the shopkeeper had taken 250 yuan. Ye Xunmei laughed heartily, tears streaming down her face. Ignoring Ye Mingcheng's sullen expression, she said with a smile, "I have to write this into my book. I'll file it in a bit, haha... I told you you have no talent!"
Ye Mingcheng gritted his teeth in anger. Everyone said he didn't have the talent, but he refused to believe it. When he stumbled upon a great opportunity, he would make them look at him with new eyes.
The dinner atmosphere was excellent; everyone chatted and laughed, discussing many things. Ye Qingqing took the opportunity to ask Wuchen, "Dad, Wuchen didn't ask you for money, did he?"
Ye Mingcheng shook his head. "No, I don't have any money even if you ask me. You've taken all my money."
And then there's Dr. Hu. He's always on guard against me like I'm a thief. He even locks the drawer where the clinic keeps the money, so I can't see a single penny. I want to help him out, but I'm powerless to do so.
Ye Qingqing was smug. "Keep it up. I'll pay you back whenever Wuchen changes his bad habits."
She then instructed Ye Xunmei, "Don't give the money from selling the jars to my dad. Keep it with me for safekeeping, and don't give him any money either."
Ye Mingcheng pouted and ate his food reluctantly. Life without money was really hard, harder than he had imagined. He wasn't used to it at all, but he didn't dare to resist. Sigh.
Ye Xunmei became curious again. It seemed that a lot had happened during this time. After hearing Ye Qingqing talk about Wuchen, Ye Xunmei didn't take it seriously. It was just a little over ten thousand yuan, nothing much.
However, Ye Qingqing did the right thing. Wuchen is too naive and needs to be taught a lesson.
"She's all grown up now, she really needs to learn to be thrifty and manage the household well, otherwise what will she do after she gets married? Does this girl have a boyfriend yet?" Ye Xunmei inquired.
Ye Qingqing scoffed, "She's more manly than any guy. What guy would want her? All the girls who scam her out of money are her female classmates, not a single guy..."
Something suddenly flashed through Ye Qingqing's mind, and she stopped, patting the table. She realized that something had been wrong that day.
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