The son who went abroad refused to acknowledge his seriously ill father. After the father died, he entrusted his estate to a relative who was in the clothing business. The relative cleaned out the house in order to sell it, intending to leave something for the son as a keepsake. However, the son didn't even want that.
Chu Yu couldn't bear to see the old man's things sold to a junk collector, so she bought them.
She only spent 14 yuan on such an expensive item. Even Dai Xueyi, who was usually unmoved, almost popped his eyes out when he heard this.
"Only 14 yuan? These things are priceless, worthy of being exhibited in the National Museum of China. They are national treasures. How could they be sold for such a small amount of money? It's such a waste!"
Dai Xueyi was heartbroken. Many antiques and cultural relics in China were destroyed during the Cultural Revolution. These calligraphy works by famous artists were sold as waste, which shows that many Chinese people do not value cultural relics. What pained him was these priceless treasures.
Chu Yu smiled and said, "So many people can't even afford to eat, how would they know what cultural relics are? I know that Mr. Hu, who was planning to sell these calligraphy books as scrap. I took a liking to them and bought them on a whim. Otherwise, with my level of education, I wouldn't have recognized these cultural relics."
Dai Xueyi had mixed feelings. He asked people to search everywhere for calligraphy copybooks, but he couldn't find anything like this. Chu Yu bought it on a whim. Sure enough, everything is a matter of chance.
"It's fine if you didn't know before, but I know the value of this artifact, so I can't lie to you. Antiques are valued in prosperous times, and gold is valued in chaotic times. This thing has great research value, and it will probably be priceless in the future when the economy develops. I can't accept it as an ordinary gift, so you should take it back."
Chu Yu had a general understanding of Zhou Yun and Dai Xueyi's personalities. Secretary Dai was a man of integrity, principle, and a strong sense of justice.
“Uncle Dai, after I bought the calligraphy copybook, an old man from my hometown recognized it and told me to take good care of it. I’m not very knowledgeable about calligraphy copybooks. In my hometown, they can only be stored in a cabinet, where they might get damp, moldy, or gnawed by rats. I figured I couldn’t take good care of it anyway, so I might as well give it to someone who is destined to have it.”
Dai Xueyi was quite conflicted. He was not one to accept gifts, but this gift was unusual, and he was worried that Chu Yu would not keep it safe.
Dai Xueyi hesitated for a moment, then said, “I’ll keep it and study it for a few days, and then have Donglin take it back to you. Don’t worry about not being able to store it properly. The weather in Beijing is dry, so I’ll have Donglin find you a place to store it and put it in insurance. There shouldn’t be any problems.”
Zhou Yun hadn't expected this turn of events. Dai Xueyi was completely absorbed in his calligraphy practice and was incredibly kind and gentle to Chu Yu. In the more than twenty years that Zhou Yun had been married to him, she had never seen him be so amiable to anyone.
The man had switched sides, and Zhou Yun had no choice but to turn to the kitchen and order the dishes to be served.
"Sister Sun, bring the dishes up."
Sun Xiulan lowered her head, put down the vegetables and left. In her haste, she almost bumped into Zhou Yun, which also made Chu Yu look up. When she looked up, she saw Sun Xiulan face to face.
Chu Yu frowned. She recognized this woman. When Sun Xiulan hit someone, Dai Qinxue called her "Mom" when she went to the hospital. At that time, Chu Yu felt that Sun Xiulan didn't seem like a wealthy woman.
I've been too busy with my studies lately and haven't had time to see Dai Qinxue. I never expected to run into her here.
Didn't Dai Qinxue claim to be the daughter of the Dai family in the compound? Yet her biological mother works as a nanny in the Dai family? Chu Yu wasn't looking down on nannies; she herself came from a poor background. It's just that Dai Qinxue's family background was vastly different from what she claimed.
Dai is not a common surname. In Beijing's high-class residential compounds, apart from the Dai Donglin family, there would be no one else with the surname Dai.
Chu Yu had never thought about it this way before, but upon closer examination, she realized how absurd it was.
Could Dai Qinxue be the nanny's daughter?
What about being from a high-ranking compound? What about being the daughter of an official? Could it all be a lie? Dai Qiongying's mother worked for the Dai family, so she knew some things about the compound, knew the surnames of the neighbors, and knew how such families lived. She simply fabricated an identity to deceive Zhou Jian'an.
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