Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 3 Bracelet
There was a period of major demolition and reconstruction in Qushi. At that time, Uncle Fang Jian demolished the old house but did not want a new one. Instead, he insisted on doing business with the money obtained in exchange for the old house.

I thought I could make a big splash, but I never thought about it, but it failed miserably.

This also led to the subsequent breakdown of the family.

If he bought a new house back then, regardless of whether the marriage would survive or not, the housing price that has increased several times in these years alone exceeds his hard work.

nowadays,
No house, no home, even very few relatives and friends who came here, the funeral has to be arranged in the funeral parlor, it can only be said that time is fate!
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After the funeral, the taxi was driven from the funeral home to Qilipu.

"Fangzheng, I heard that your uncle passed away?"

"Squad leader" retracted a message.

The group message rang, and then the sender seemed to realize something was wrong, and immediately withdrew the message, and sent a private message in an instant.

"Fangzheng, I heard that your uncle has passed away. I'm also in Qushi. Do I need to help?"

"No need." Fangzheng replied:
"It's been taken care of."

"That's good." The squad leader was still as enthusiastic as ever:
"If you have something to talk about, you are always on call."

"Thanks!"

Fangzheng rubbed his astringent facial muscles, and then he saw messages of condolences from the group, and even private messages of red envelopes, obviously seeing the news that the squad leader had withdrawn.

Art schools are different from other schools. If you want to continue to develop in this area after graduation, you don’t have a backer, and your classmates will inevitably help each other.

Introduce, contact business, exchange industry information, etc...

Ordinary people will definitely not be able to fight alone.

Therefore, the superficial relationship between the students is maintained well.

For the message of condolences, Fangzheng thanked them one by one, but declined the private message of red envelopes, and it took him a long time to finally calm down.

"Xiao Fang."

Elder Lu, who was in the same car, just put down the elderly mobile phone in his hand, frowned and looked sideways:
"Just now, Manager Sun called me and asked if you still want to rent the front of Qilipu. It's almost time to pay the rent."

"This person is also, pick this time to ask!"

He shook his head with displeasure on his face.

The property right of Qilipu's facade does not belong to the individual, but the finance of the district. The district entrusts the property company to manage it, and Manager Sun is the person in charge.

Fang Jian was murdered, and no one cared about who the murderer was except his own family members, but they had to have a letter of approval whether to renew the lease or not.

no more,

The real estate company is about to find the next home.

"Hmm..." Fangzheng hesitated for a moment:
"Old Lu, I haven't made up my mind yet, can I wait for a few days?"

"Of course no problem." Old Lu grinned:
"As long as you write a letter this month, it's not too late. Think about it carefully. If you want to renew the lease, I'll talk to my little grandson and renew the lease at your uncle's rent. There will be no rent increase."

"Thank you Lu Lao!"

"You're welcome, your uncle and I have been neighbors for many years, who would have thought..., hey..."

Halfway through the conversation, it turned into a long sigh.

Qilipu is an antique street built in Qushi 20 years ago when the antiques were popular among the people. It is located in the suburbs, close to the beautiful Tianpan Mountain.

The two fronts that Fang Jian rented are more than [-] square meters, and the upstairs has the same area, and the annual rent is [-].

fifty thousand!

Not too expensive according to the market.

Fangzheng can take it out with a squeeze, but he knows very little about antiques and antiques, and he only knows a little about porcelain because he has a little bit of knowledge.

After taking over, there is a high probability that it will not be able to operate.

but……

"Xiao Fang, your uncle's family business has been here all his life, and it will definitely be handed over to you in the future, so don't make any noise!"

Thinking of his uncle's previous advice, Fangzheng shook his head helplessly.

It's not a business material for me to pull strings and sing alone. The key is that you left too suddenly, uncle, and didn't leave any explanation.

While talking, he had arrived at Qilipu.

Different from that year.

Today's Qilipu has declined a lot. It is said to be an antique street, but in fact it mostly sells low-priced handicrafts to attract tourists to Tianpanshan to buy them. There are very few real antique businesses.

So if Fangzheng is willing to renew the lease, it is not difficult to negotiate the rent.

square porcelain,

Uncle Fang Jian gave his name to his facade, which has an antique style.

The front door was closed, and three men in sportswear were squatting at the door, smoking a cigarette, and the cigarette butts fell to the ground.

It looked like they had been waiting for a long time.

"coming!"

Seeing Fangzheng and Mr. Lu approaching, one of the three straightened up, patted his numb legs, and greeted with a smile:
"Old Lu, we meet again."

"Dawei." Seeing the other party, Mr. Lu frowned subconsciously, with an extremely unkind attitude:

"What are you doing here?"

"Hey!" Dawei shrugged and sighed:

"The person surnamed Fang borrowed 20 yuan from our boss, saying that he would pay back the money when it was due, but the money disappeared as soon as he got it. Who can I ask for reason?"

As he spoke, he squinted at Fangzheng.

Hearing this, Fangzheng couldn't help but feel confused.

After all, he had just graduated from university not long ago, and there was no similar existence among the people he came into contact with, so he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"Human death and disaster disappear." Lu Lao said in a muffled voice:

"And Fang Jian has no children..."

"There is no son or daughter, but there is an heir." Dawei took a step forward, stood still in front of Fang, and looked back and forth with a light look:

"As the saying goes, the father's debt is paid by the son, so there is no reason to inherit the inheritance, but you don't inherit the debt?"

"You said yes, brother Xiao Fang?"

Dawei stayed in Bancun, with short hair standing on end. He was only in his early twenties, probably not as big as Fang Zhengda, but his attitude was old-fashioned.

"We're not being unreasonable."

Patting Fangzheng on the shoulder, Dawei changed the subject and said:

"After all, the person is dead, so the interest...forget it, but within ten days I have to bring back 20 for business, otherwise it will be difficult."

"Brother Xiaofang, let's have a face-to-face meeting today, and I'll come back tomorrow."

Said and waved to the back:
"let's go!"

"Viagra." A person approached and whispered:
"That's it, no interest?"

"The one surnamed Fang was hacked to death." Dawei glanced at him, and said as he walked:

"In addition, he bought a large amount of contraband. Who knows where it came from? We are loan sharks, not desperate."

"Let's get to the bottom of it first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

Watching the three of them leave, Mr. Lu withdrew his gaze and looked at Fangzheng:

"you……"

"This kind of bastard can't get on the stage, and dare not do anything to you, but..., it's better to be careful."

"Hmm." Fang said bitterly.

20 million!
I can't get it out even if I sell it all by myself. Is it possible that I have to deal with all the uncle's family property, so that the facade can no longer be rented.

As for bank deposits.

If Fang Jian had one, he wouldn't have to borrow usury.

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night.

It is not easy for Fang to sit down after a busy day.

After thinking about it, he got up and took a package and put it on the table to open. I haven't been free for the past few days, so I might as well sort out my uncle's legacy.

"Bus card, electricity card, mobile phone..."

"what is this?"

What he was holding was a bracelet. The surface of the bracelet was full of rust and was very light, so it must not be a metal product, and the material was probably some kind of plastic.

Like this kind of thing, even if it is thrown in the trash, no one will pick it up.

"Crack..."

Fangzheng was rubbing the surface of the bracelet, and was about to put it aside when he suddenly stopped.

"what!"

Holding up the bracelet and looking carefully under the light, the rust on the surface of the bracelet actually looks like some kind of monster with teeth and claws.

Weird, abstract, twisted...

"strangeness."

Muttering in his mouth, Fangzheng put the bracelet on his wrist subconsciously.

"It's just the right size."

next moment.

His body disappeared in place.

(End of this chapter)