Nomenclature of Night

　　At night, Los Angeles’ North Street should be one of the most lively places.

　　 There are ancient Chinese-style buildings on both sides of the road. On the bluestone road, there are a string of festive red lanterns.

　　 On the one-kilometer-long street, some sell chicken wings, some sell grilled gluten, and a unified standard stall carts lined up to the south.

　　 When the red light comes in the evening, the bluestone road is one after another, and it is very lively.

　　 Just in a Chinese-style alley on the south side of North Street, a signboard is placed at the entrance of a small courtyard: high-priced recycling of Maotai, Cordyceps, ginseng, gold...

　　 The old man in the yard moved a long bench to the door. He stepped on it and wiped the floating ash on the red lantern at the door with a towel.

　　 "What is the price of gold today?"

　　 A hoarse voice rang from behind the old man, and he turned his head and looked happy: "Boy, it's you again!"

　　 I saw Qing Chen wearing a hood and putting his hands in the pockets of the front of the sweater. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to see his appearance.

　　 It's just that the old man still remembers him well, after all, he took a big advantage last time, so he recognized it after a little inspection.

　　 Qingchen said calmly: "I've asked others, even if you don't have an invoice, you have to pay me the normal gold price, which is the way pawnshops charge."

The old man was not ashamed, he smiled and said: "Who makes you not want to be known as your identity? The pawnshops are all monitored, and they are all registered at the police station. It is easy to check your origins. You have to pay for the sale of stolen goods. At the cost of selling the stolen goods, I also took the risk, didn’t I?"

　　 "400 grams," Qing Chen has no ink marks: "I persuade you to think about it before answering my price. If it is lower, I will turn around and leave."

　　 The old man said cheerfully: "Don't worry, don't worry, today the price of gold is 390, how about I give you 300?"

　　 Qingchen turned around and left, but saw the old man hurriedly jumped off the bench to hold him: "Why are you young man so impatient, 320, no more!"

　　 "Okay," Qing Chen walked directly into the courtyard: "I want cash."

　　The old man followed him and said, "I don't have that much cash. If you have to ask for cash, I can only give you 100,000."

　　 Qingchen sneered: "Will a place that specializes in collecting stolen goods have no more than one hundred thousand cash? I don't believe it, old man, if you want to steal and lower the price, this business will not be done.

　　 "All right," the old man said that this kid was a little bit awkward: "Inspect the goods first."

　　 Qingchen took out the gold bar. The old man measured the density in the water using a hanging method. After confirming that there was no problem, he went directly to the backyard and opened the safe to take out 128,000 cash and put it in a black plastic bag.

　　 "You don't want to order one by one, do you?" The old man asked in doubt.

　　 Then he watched Qing Chen check the banknotes one by one, and finally took out five of them: "Change it, thank you."

　　 "Hiss," the old man just said that the young man was impatient, and now he was really shocked by the other's patience.

　　 He reluctantly changed five of them and took them in Qing Chen's hands: "I'm really convinced. It's the first time I've seen you as carefully as you."

　　 Qingchen replied blankly: "I've seen you for the first time for an old man as slippery as you."

After 　　 finished, he left the courtyard without hesitation.

　　 This time, he will directly give Jiang Xue the money, and then a small part of it will be slowly transferred from the other party to his WeChat for mobile payment.

　　 If someone asks, Jiang Xue can be said to be Qingchen's tuition fee for Li Tongyun.

　　 The other part is deposited on the bank card handled separately by the other party and used by Qing Chen.

　　Jiang Xue is a time-traveler who does not have to worry about others' suspicion. Unlike him, he suddenly has a large deposit of unknown origin in his account, and a caring person can find out that something is wrong with a little check.

　　 The owner of the demon stamp has not emerged before the water, he must be cautious.

When he returned home, Li Tongyun was watching TV in his newly rented house. When she saw Qingchen came back, she said excitedly: "Brother Qingchen, the curtains in this house are all electric, and you can control everything with your mobile phone. The light switch and the toilet are electric. The super members of the TV have been on for a year, and many cartoons can be watched!"

　　 Qingchen can't laugh or cry, no matter how precocious the girl is, she is a child after all, so the one-year TV member who attracts the most is actually...

　　 At this time, Jiang Xue was tidying up the house, and she replaced all the bedding in the house with new ones.

　　 Li Tongyun jumped down from the sofa and hugged her mother's waist pitifully: "Mom, let's live here tonight and live with Qingchen brother."

　　 Jiang Xue angrily said: "This is the newly rented house of your brother Qingchen, you just live in it?"

　　 "Mom," Li Tongyun said suddenly, "You have laid all the bedding in both bedrooms!"

　　 "Hey!" Jiang Xue blushed all at once, a little embarrassed after being exposed.

　　Actually, although they are not related to each other by blood, they are already like relatives. They are pure feelings that are not mixed with fame, fortune, and desire.

　　 Regardless of Jiang Xue, Li Tongyun or Qing Chen, they are just the poor people in this world.

　　 Because of a passing incident that happened by accident, fate suddenly stayed together.

　　 Jiang Xue has experienced danger, but after all, she is just a weak woman, so she is afraid and feels insecure.

　　 When tidying up this house, I somehow cleaned up both of them. I thought in my heart that sometimes I brought Xiaoyun to live if I was afraid.

　　 It’s just that Li Tongyun’s thoughts were dismantled too quickly.

Qing Chen hurriedly said: "Aunt Jiang Xue, the apartment size of this pair of doors is larger than our 101 and 201. It would be a waste of two bedrooms and one living room for me to live alone, so I will leave that master bedroom to you, anytime you can live. ."

　　 Li Tongyun looked at Jiang Xue: "Look at what Brother Qingchen said so!"

　　 "That's fine, but for the time being, I will stay this night. You can stop making trouble tomorrow," Jiang Xue agreed.

　　...

　　 At noon the next day, Qing Chen returned home early after school, waiting for the agent and Qing Guozhong to arrive.

　　 Countdown to 8:00:00.

　　 At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the house became noisy.

Just listen to Qing Guozhong’s impatient voice: "Didn’t I tell you everything? The house is mine. I sell it if I want to sell it. You can just ask your customers to come over. As long as the price is right, I will immediately Go through the transfer procedures."

　　The agent complained: "The key is that if your son is unwilling to move, it will be troublesome even if the transfer of the ownership occurs. Then the buyer will say that our agency is unreliable."

　　 "Don't worry, I will settle this matter today!" Qing Guozhong said confidently, in his impression that his son had always been resigned and could not oppose him.

　　 Qingchen listened to all this silently, and he didn't push the door out until the other person entered the door.

　　 He is going to have a break today, so he doesn't want Qing Guozhong to know where he will live in the future.

　　 Otherwise, if the other party owes a gambling debt, they will come to him.