Taoist Quick Wear

"Everything I have researched these days is written down in a notebook. You can take a look at it when you are free. If you need something or want to sell something, go to Liu San'er, who has eaten with us before. He will take you to the old master. "Boss Su took out a wooden box, which contained land deeds, account books, keys and other items, as well as various experiences and techniques for making fakes.

"Okay." Si Qingyan bowed to him.

"Thank you on behalf of all the students in the girls' school."

"It should be... it should be... When Baoling wanted to study abroad, I didn't let her study. Now I regret it so much that my intestines are green... I suffered the hardship of studying, but it's even harder not to study. Young people don't like to bow their heads. But I'm old, and I can't persuade her even if I lower my head first, and I'm afraid she'll regret it later, so I want to ask you to bring a letter and put it in the box. "

"I have to entrust you with my funeral. Boss Su of Zhenbao Pavilion will soon die of illness."

"Don't tell anyone that I'm still alive, that will get you into trouble."

Boss Su smiled with some reluctance and relief.

"Um."

Si Qingyan took the wooden box and found that it was unexpectedly heavy.

"I'll take you to see the twenty thousand silver dollars. If it's convenient, you can have someone come and move it tonight."

Si Qingyan followed Boss Su to the second floor and uncovered the bed boards, floor tiles, and partitions in the wall. They were all filled with shining silver coins.

"I don't worry about hiding anywhere else. I count them every day and only if I sleep next to each other do I feel at ease."

For the first time, Boss Su didn't show signs of pain, he was very free and easy.

No matter how much money you have, you still have to spend it.

"good."

"I've prepared the body. It will be brought over tomorrow night and the funeral will begin the day after tomorrow. Otherwise, it will stink if it is left there for too long in the hot weather."

Boss Su left in a hurry and explained the matter again. Without waiting for Si Qingyan's assurance, he added:

"I can rest assured that you will do your job. If... I mean just in case, if you are in trouble in the future, just go to the Wancheng Bell Tower to take shelter and say that you are Boss Su's person."

Boss Su took the jade ring from his thumb and placed it in Si Qingyan's hand with great care.

"Once a teacher, always a father. I don't dare to think of myself as a father, but I also regard myself as half of your elders. This is a token. You can wear it and think about it, or put it away, but you must keep it close to your body. Don’t lose it.”

This jade ring has traveled with the Su family for several generations. The longer it is maintained, the better it gets, and it can also be worn to protect one's body. Su Baoling has a jade bead inherited from the Su family. Mrs. Su put it on for her before she passed away... She was very filial to her mother and would not take it off, so Boss Su was quite relieved.

"Okay." Si Qingyan bowed respectfully to Boss Su and was helped up by him.

"We are all on the same journey."

Boss Su patted Si Qingyan on the shoulder, his eyes fell on the dancing candlelight, and sparks seemed to light up in his eyes.

Si Qingyan nodded, suddenly feeling that Boss Su was hiding something.

He can appreciate antiques. On weekdays, he writes smooth regular script with no merits and demerits. In private, he writes with great style in thin gold script, and his cursive script is elegant and unrestrained. He can tell all kinds of calligraphy, paintings, jades, and jewelry if they fall into his hands. To be clear-headed, one must be a person with a strong family background and profound knowledge.

Gun control is not strict, but there are very few guns. They are generally imported and only available to high-ranking officials or the military. It is difficult for them to flow into the hands of other people. Ordinary bosses can't get a gun, and they don't have the guts to keep selling fakes to the Japanese.

Boss Su's connections are unusually wide. He has been selling counterfeit goods for so long without being discovered, and not even a hint of news has leaked out.

Moreover, he keeps himself clean, does not smoke, rarely drinks, and does not look for women. In this regard, he is incompatible with other businessmen in Wancheng.

No matter what, Boss Su has never done anything crazy, and he is even more upright than those businessmen who talk nicely. The silver dollar that has been lying dormant for so long should be donated as soon as possible.

The cost of counterfeiting many antiquities is very high. The gold and silver on them are real gold and silver. Even counterfeiting of calligraphy and painting requires high-quality paper and ink. No matter how fast Boss Su makes money, he cannot make 20,000 silver dollars in a short period of time. .

It must have been accumulated for a long time...

"This is not my hometown. After all, I have stayed there for twenty years. I have always disliked the wind and sand in the north and the cold winters. Now that I have to leave, I feel a little reluctant to leave."

Boss Su sighed and glanced at the empty Treasure Pavilion, feeling even more lonely.

The wife has passed away and the daughter has her own life.

He was the only one left behind.

"Take care of yourself." Si Qingyan warned carefully.

"Okay, okay...you too, don't work too hard, take your time, otherwise you won't be handsome anymore if you lose weight."

For the first time, Boss Su looked at Si Qingyan with loving eyes.

Recently, Si Qingyan's temperament has become more and more sharp. She speaks and acts vigorously, her words are concise, and her behavior has a sense of oppression. It's not the feeling of oppression from a high position, but the feeling that you feel from the bottom of your heart that he is right and you are willing to follow him.

He seemed to be glowing.

It is indeed shining.

Nowadays, the sky is dim, and if such a person appears, he will shine in the crowd, making people remember him at a glance.

Before, he was still a leisurely and calm noble man, but now he already feels like a big shot.

He wears a pair of round-framed thin copper-rimmed glasses. He has a cold temperament, is fair and handsome, and after losing weight, his facial features become more three-dimensional. His eyes are sharp and bright, and he doesn't smile often. He looks difficult to get close to. As soon as you talk to him, you feel... His attitude was calm and serious, without any sense of arrogance.

Si Qingyan was made to laugh by his words.

He no longer cares whether he is handsome or not. The most important thing is to accomplish what he has to do.

"There is a long way to go, so let's work together." Boss Su stretched out his hand to shake hands with Si Qingyan, using a slight force.

"Yeah."

This separation must have lasted for years.

Si Qingyan didn't leave in a hurry. She went to a nearby noodle shop with Boss Su to eat a bowl of Guilin rice noodles. This time, she controlled her hands and didn't pour a layer of chili oil.

Boss Su laughed as he spoke, saying that the fish balls made by his wife were very delicious. She was very poetic. She liked to collect plum blossom snow to make wine and tea, pick peach blossoms to make cakes, pick lotus leaves to steam chicken, peel lotus seeds to make porridge, and dry chrysanthemum tea...

"Why are they all food?" Si Qingyan thought it was indeed poetic at first, but the more she listened, the more she felt something was wrong.

She made everything that was poetic into food.

"Yes, otherwise why was I so fat before?"

"When I was young, I was also a handsome man who was popular in Jiangnan. Later, she fed me like a ball. I wanted to lose weight, but she said it was better to be a little fatter, so that I would not look old. When I get old, I will naturally lose weight and be stronger."

"In fact, I know she just doesn't like other women looking at me."

"If you feed me fat, no one will look at me. Rickshaw drivers are so tired that they gasp for breath after walking a few steps. I always give them more tips."

When Boss Su talked about his wife, his smile was sincere and happy. He didn't seem to be sad about her death, but he had a lot of white hair on his temples, and some water appeared in his eyes. He lowered his head and wiped his eyes.

"She was not in good health, and she was worried about the country and the people. If she knew that the current situation was so chaotic, she would be worried every day. If she had to accompany me to run around, I don't know how tired she would be. It's better to go first... comfortable."

After the meal, they went home.

In the evening, Si Qingyan called a car from Si Qingheng and took the silver dollars directly to Si Shuai's mansion, and took the wooden box along the way.

Of course, it was said verbally that Boss Su had an emergency and was in a very bad condition.

When the disguised corpse was delivered, Boss Su "died" with peace of mind.

Si Qingyan presided over the funeral and invited the same team that presided over the funeral after Commander Yin's death last time. Si Qingheng paid for it with a discount. The funeral team also gained fame, and each got what he needed.

Boss Su's funeral was held very quickly. About 20 to 30 people came to pay their respects. Most of them had a dull expression. Business partners sent many wreaths, which filled both sides of the Treasure Pavilion. Mrs. Liu came here in person and shed two tears. She seemed to have some regrets, perhaps because she felt that she had cheated him...

Liu San'er also came, with red eyes, and looked really sad.

"Young Master, if you have anything, just call me Liu San'er. I will treat you the same as Master Su."

Si Qingyan nodded and thanked him for coming to pay his respects to Boss Su.

Later, Wen Jinghong came in person to send a wreath and advised him to mourn.

Si Qingyan stayed at the Treasure Pavilion until late at night.

It was very dark at night. A beautiful lady in full make-up hurried over and lingered outside the Treasure Pavilion for a long time. She wanted to go in but didn't dare.

She wore a net hat, black gloves, and a black dress that was short to her thighs. Her make-up was delicate, her lips were slightly dark, and her white fox fur shawl made her look petite. The sound of her high heels was particularly eye-catching in the quiet alley.

She looked flustered and pursed her lips, looking very stubborn.

Looking up at the three words "Treasure Pavilion", he remembered his father's smile when he wrote:

"Why is it called Treasure Pavilion? It's not because we sell treasures, but because there is a treasure in the family..."

He only looked at his mother at that time, and she was so angry that she hit his round belly with her head. Then he deliberately said:

"Oh, there are two."

There is a word "Zhen" in his mother's name, and a word "Bao" in her name.

Unconsciously, tears fell like rain, and the make-up was smudged.

The weather in summer is very changeable. In an instant, there was thunder and lightning, and heavy rain.

She stood at the door, standing in the rain, and never dared to go in.

Inside was a huge "bury" written on white paper, and a black coffin.

The fox fur was wet and stuck to her body by the rain. She squatted down, unaware of it, hugged her shoulders, and cried.

Mother is gone, and father is gone too.

There is no home.

A shadow was cast in front of her, and the rain on her head stopped.

She looked up and saw a young man in a black gown in the dimness. He was thin and handsome, wearing glasses, holding an old umbrella, and holding the umbrella with a jade ring that she was familiar with. He seemed to be saying something.

The rain was too loud, and she cried so hard that her ears were buzzing, and she couldn't hear what he said.

He went into the house again and took out a coat, put it on her, and then helped her up through the clothes.

"Don't be sad, he left a letter."

"Oh..." Su Baoling was stunned, not knowing what day it was.

"Sister, do you want to wash up first or read the letter first?"

His voice was clear and magnetic, perhaps a little hoarse because he talked too much, and it sounded like a blue lotus quietly blooming in the lake.

"Read the letter." Su Baoling's eyes were a little swollen, and she looked very embarrassed. She wiped the water on her hands before receiving the letter.

It was her father's handwriting, which was seriously inconsistent with his personality. It was gorgeous and elegant, pleasing to the eye.

"My son Abao, your father has to travel far away for a while, don't be sad, our family will reunite... If there is anything, just let your junior brother do it. It doesn't matter if you are a few years older than him. Your father agrees very much..."

At the beginning, it was a bit serious, but later it became more and more out of tune.

According to a certain pattern, Su Baoling picked out words from the letter and spelled them into a sentence--

I am not dead, so I cried in vain.

Su Baoling squeezed out a strange smile on her sad face, and even wanted to curse.

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