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Standing outside the prison gate, Cheng Jianjun was a little confused for a moment, not knowing where to go.

After looking around for a week, as expected, he saw no relatives or friends coming to pick him up from prison. He let out a sigh of relief and shook his head with a wry smile. He has a rare ability to empathize and understand his parents and relatives.

His parents got married early, nineteen years older than him, and are now sixty-five. He himself is top-heavy and often unable to do what he wants, not to mention his parents, who are over sixty years old. It took several days to get here from the capital on the slow green train. His parents could not bear the fatigue of traveling and traveling. In addition, we must also consider the disappointment and sadness of his parents. In the past few years in prison, although he wrote letters back whenever he had something to do, caring about his parents' health, and asking about the current situation of Wang Yan and Han Chunming, he received very few replies. , he felt unwelcome by his parents.

As for his biological brother, he is now in his thirties. I have a wife and children, I have to work to support my family, and I have to take care of my parents. There was no time to pay attention to his brother, who had been imprisoned twice and served thirteen years.

He doesn't have any other friends, because most of them are victims of his deception.

Looking at the newly built buildings outside the prison, a sense of right and wrong emerged in my mind. In his memory nine years ago, it was originally a wasteland. Although there were mountains, water, and green shadows in the south, it was full of life. Now it is no longer the same as when he came.

He once again felt the power of time, felt the great changes in the land of China under the control of national policies, and had a stronger sense of changing the world. To say who has the deepest impression of openness, it is probably prisoners like him who have been squatting for many years. When I went in, I was backward and poor. When I came out, I saw that I had changed the world...

After standing outside for a while, he sighed and walked towards the bus stop in the distance, then went to the city and found a hotel to stay.

Although his parents didn't reply to him many letters, even if they did, they weren't very long and they mostly asked him to reform. However, in a few words, the situation of Wang Yan and Han Chunming was briefly mentioned. He didn't know the details, but he knew that both the big enemy and the small enemy lived well. So according to his understanding, after nine years, these two people must be more awesome than before.

How could he accept this? After all, he had been secretly studying it for half his life, and ended up spending more than ten years in prison without accomplishing anything. He must find a way to continue to stand up.

Not all of his money was dirty money, so not all of his net worth was gone. In fact, after disposing of the property, he still had tens of thousands left. He was not in a hurry to return to the capital. He wanted to see the changes outside first. If possible, he wanted to find an opportunity to make some money before going back. Of course, it's not to make a lot of money. He knows that if it goes like before, he still has to go in. It had been ten years, and he was a little scared and couldn't bear it. Of course, this is mainly because he is already forty-six. If he were twenty-six, he would probably not be afraid of those things. He does not want to die in prison.

This time, after nine years of training, some people left and some came in, and he gained some more. He is afraid of making big money, but he feels that making small money is not a big problem.

In fact, this is indeed the case. The deception that Cheng Jianjun has learned through many years of practice is so advanced that few people can see through it. Moreover, the amount of money he committed in a single crime was not large. The victim basically smashed his teeth and swallowed it without any thought of pursuing it. Because after all, they were deceived because they wanted to make a lot of money, and they just spent money to buy lessons.

In this way, a man with an expired ID card stayed in the south for two months, relying on deceit and deception to earn a fortune that ordinary people in this era can only earn after working for many years.

In August, Cheng Jianjun, wearing a pure white long-sleeved shirt, black trousers, leather shoes, and a slicked back hair, got out of a taxi, took out a brand new suitcase from the trunk, and stood like a successful man. He stamped his feet at the door of the courtyard where he grew up but couldn't wait to stay away from. The dust covered his shiny big leather shoes that he had polished in the back seat of the taxi.

Cheng Jianjun, who is not weak and cannot be defeated... is back!

"Hey, isn't this Jianjun'er? I haven't seen you for many years. Look at this outfit. Has he become a big boss? Let me tell you, Jianjun'er, your parents have had a hard time these years. You haven't come back these years. There is a lot of gossip. Where have you been all these years? Why is there no movement at all? "

"Uncle Guo, you are still in good health. It's not like you were doing business in the south before, and then you went abroad when something happened, and you just came back recently." Under the pretense of going abroad, this is what Cheng Jianjun wrote to his parents, although he I know not many people believe it, but it is still a reasonable reason.

He didn't dwell on this. He looked at a box held by Uncle Guo and asked curiously: "Looking at how tightly you are holding it, what kind of treasure is in here?"

"Hey, you kid is very discerning. You know there is a treasure inside even if you don't see it." Uncle Guo laughed. He was picking up leaks recently. Of course he was happy to hear Cheng Jianjun's auspicious words. He immediately said: "You will know when I come home with you and take a look." I still don’t believe in this evil, how can I let Han Chunming get all the good things?”

"Han Chunming?" Cheng Jianjun was excited when he heard the name of his little enemy. He wanted to know the situation and asked immediately: "What's wrong with him?"

"Ah, yes, you haven't been back in these years, so you don't know the situation. Han Chunming took a big piece of land in Mentougou, a place where birds don't shit, and opened a museum. He opened the museum two months ago and invited us neighbors The neighbor had a meal at Cha Piao Xiang, and then found a bus to take us there. Good guy, there are tens of thousands of antiques. I heard that those are not all. How much do you think they cost? Let me see, he I just want to chat with us old neighbors, look how rich I am, you poor guys."

Uncle Guo snorted disdainfully: "Isn't this after watching it at his place? I remembered these old things at home. Show it to that kid Han Chunming and let him hold his eyes. Hey, what do you mean? In There is no real thing in his mouth, it's all fake. He also said hypocritically that if he wants to play with these old things now, it's too late to pick them up. Nine out of ten things on the market are fake. Don't you think I'm wrong? Do you know what this kid is thinking about? He is just worried about what I have in my hand. Otherwise, how can he lower the price? Otherwise, where did the things in his museum come from? This is how he got it by deceiving me. "

While Uncle Guo was full of resentful thoughts towards Han Chunming, the two of them entered the yard, turned around the screen wall, and pushed the door of the first house with a reverse floor. He poured Cheng Jianjun another glass of water and then started to play with the things he had brought back.

Cheng Jianjun looked at the bottles and jars and various painted porcelains placed in the room. He carefully picked up one and examined it, and asked doubtfully: "Are these things you mentioned real? Are they worth it?" Is it less money?”

Uncle Guo was embarrassed for a moment and did not answer. He instead said, "Look at this one I just found. It belongs to the Qianlong Dynasty."

Cheng Jianjun was very supportive and did not rush home. He just held it like this and listened to Uncle Guo talking about antiques for a while. Of course, there were also some things about Han Chunming. How was the business? What is the specific address of the museum? Openness and the like.

From the mouth of Uncle Guo, who is crazy about getting rich, has some hatred for rich people, and already has some lemon juice, he tells everything he knows, hears, and thinks about Han Chunming's situation in the past few years. The tone of disdain.

In fact, speaking of it, this old boy's transformation is quite normal. After working exhaustingly for half his life, he still lived in a poor house, feeling the depreciation of money and the rise in prices. Han Chunming, a boy who had been indifferent since he was a child, suddenly became famous, eating fish and meat, and even driving a small car. No matter how good he looked at first, in his already unbalanced state of mind, he looked at Han Chunming with all kinds of displeasure, and felt that every move of Han Chunming was mocking him.

I also have a bunch of antiques that I bought so much before. Although I don’t know how much they cost, I can imagine that they must be worth a lot of money. They were all collected by Han Chunming at shabby prices over the years. That is naturally more uncomfortable. Because he doesn't think that he doesn't have the foresight, nor does he think that he doesn't have the knowledge reserve. He just thinks about why Han Chunming has caught up with all the good things, and why he is not so lucky.

After looking at Han Chunming's antiques, I came back and inquired about them again. I thought it was a way to make a fortune, so I thought about making a fortune by picking up some leaks. In the end, I came back with a bunch of things and asked Han Chunming to help me, saying that none of them were true. He didn't like Han Chunming to begin with, so he didn't want to see him even more.

Deception is a science of studying people, from expressions to psychology, and using logic to deduce from words. Cheng Jianjun may not have summarized it well, but his level is enough. In these conversations, he has understood Uncle Guo's thoughts and figured it out. This old boy knew that Uncle Guo's words were somewhat disparaging to Han Chunming, and he was just a neighbor living in the courtyard. He didn't know exactly how bad Han Chunming was. It was more speculation.

But he didn't care. He just asked first and would learn more about it later. He turned to ask about Wang Yan's situation: "Uncle Guo, where is Wang Yan in the front yard? How is he? I remember that he used to drink with Han Chunming and others, and they seemed to be talking about antiques and so on. .”

"Want to say that boy Wang Yan? He has been the boss of that state-owned enterprise for so many years and is very powerful. But since he moved to Beichizi Street, he has never been back to our hospital, except for those two times. When I go to Uncle Guan's house for dinner, I usually don't see anyone at all. I heard Chunming say that Wang Yan has a calligraphy and painting museum not far from Deshengmen. I've gone to see it. It's a nine-story building. It's very impressive. But He built that place for himself and no outsiders are allowed in. It is only open for a few days a year. This guy is rich, so I feel that there should be a lot of good stuff in his place. After all, he is much richer than Han Chunming. "

Obviously, Uncle Guo doesn't have that much resentment towards Wang Yan, because Wang Yan is a college student and a scientist. He has seen his development step by step, and there are traces to follow. Besides, Wang Yan's status is too high, and he has moved out for many years and has become separated from the masses, so he is really out of reach. When Wang Yan lived in this courtyard before, he was pretty good to these neighbors and helped them with things, so even though they were out of reach, this good impression was retained.

Cheng Jianjun nodded: "Hey, Uncle Guo, what's the name of Wang Yan's museum? Where is it built? I'll go and see it some time."

"Mo Building, the name is quite interesting. I heard that there are only paintings and calligraphy in it, and there is nothing else, so it is named like this. The color of his building is also dark, so it is easy to recognize on the street. Saw it."

"Okay, I get it. I'll go see it in two days." Cheng Jianjun stood up with a smile: "Uncle Guo, I won't bother you. I just came back and haven't met my parents yet. Go back and see them quickly.”

"Hey, okay, let's talk when we have time. I'm happy to talk to you."

Uncle Guo walked Cheng Jianjun to the door, still obsessed with the feeling of bragging between talented people and ignorant people.

In fact, Cheng Jianjun in the original drama was not at his current level, because he did not go to prison to study, so he would not be able to hide his emotions better. If he provokes trouble, he will definitely not receive any retaliation in life, or he will not receive physical blows, but in prison, he will really be beaten, and he will never wait until the next day. …

Of course Cheng's father and Cheng's mother knew when Cheng Jianjun would be released from prison. Cheng Jianjun had already called him when he was in the south. Before coming back this time, I also announced the time to go home in advance. Besides, Cheng's father and Cheng's mother are both retired and have nothing to do, so they are both at home at the moment.

However, the two of them didn't have a good look when they saw their own son coming back looking like a big boss, and they just felt helpless that iron could not be transformed into steel. It's normal to think that although Father Cheng and Mother Cheng are ordinary people, they never want their biological son to be so annoying. After a few good years, he spent thirteen years in prison. He couldn't bear to be left alone.

He didn’t even talk about living a good life in the future. He was already forty-six, how much more time would there be? Why do you care about that? So I just sighed, bent my body and went to cook, so that my worried eldest son could eat something good.

Of course Cheng Jianjun knows what his parents think. He has been the best at fooling his parents since he was a child. He held the two of them for a chat, and then explained that he still had the capital to do business. Then he began to promise to buy another building for them to take care of themselves in their old age, and to find a nanny to take care of them.

Such rhetoric finally made Cheng's father and mother Cheng smile, and they also began to criticize Cheng Jianjun's various shortcomings. Cheng Jianjun no longer had the same impatience as before. He sat there and listened to his parents' scoldings, while adding water to them from time to time.

Maybe he has really grown up, or maybe he is just dealing with his old parents with gray hair and dying. But at least this afternoon, he was a dutiful son...

In the evening, he invited his parents and younger brother's family to a gathering of friends not far away in Wangfujing, mainly to give his family peace of mind. His brother didn't say anything. After all, Cheng Jianjun bought the house he lives in now, so he didn't blame it. Overall, the meal was quite good and the family relationship was harmonious.

It was Cheng Jianjun who felt a little sad when he saw the harmonious appearance of his younger brother's family. His wife remarried and his son disowned him and even changed his name to his stepfather as dad. But this feeling only lasted for a moment. He was a man who wanted revenge. If he could not get revenge in this life, he would not be able to close his eyes or hold his breath until he died.

After a sumptuous reunion dinner, he said goodbye to his younger brother and his family of three. Although they were not far away, Cheng Jianjun still took a taxi and returned to the door of his house with his parents, who were already a little weak.

Coincidentally, as soon as they got out of the taxi, a black Poussin passed the taxi very flexibly and stopped not far in front.

Han Chunming, dressed in loose casual clothes, got out of the car and wandered to the door. He was stunned when he saw Cheng Jianjun: "Jianjun'er? You went out...you came back? When did you come back?"

Cheng Jianjun was not deaf. Of course he heard Han Chunming change his mind midway and turned around to let his parents go inside. He frowned and looked at Han Chunming: "Do you know about me?"

Since everyone is talking about being arrogant, there is no need to hide it anymore. Han Chunming said: "You underestimate yourself too much. Your problem is not trivial. At that time, everyone in the south was in danger due to you. "

"Do you have business in the south?"

"There are a few small places." Han Chunming waved his hands modestly and said: "But I know that the prince told me about you. It was after the New Year in 1989. Didn't you come back during the New Year? I talked to the prince and he told me what he told me. Later I inquired about it again and asked people to recharge you several times. "

"Were you the one who gave me the money?" Cheng Jianjun's eyes flickered, but that wasn't gratitude.

"Yeah, I can't help you with anything else. I can only give you some money so that you can live a better life there. It's my brother's share. It's not what I said, Jianjun'er, you will do it from now on. Stop fussing, you are already forty-six, half your life has passed, just be down-to-earth, stop doing those illegal things, and live a peaceful life."

Han Chunming's best efforts to persuade him seemed to Cheng Jianjun to be a mockery of him. Who used him to pretend to be a good person and give him money, and who used him to preach?

But even though he wanted to kill Han Chunming, Cheng Jianjun still laughed and patted Han Chunming on the shoulder. He said: "Thank you for still thinking about me, buddy. At that time, I guessed that it was you, a good person with a Bodhisattva heart. My parents also told me that you have helped them a lot over the years, thank you. When I come back this time, I am going to open a small shop and earn some pension money."

"It's nothing. We all live in the same hospital and grew up together. If something happens to your family, can I really just watch and not help?" Han Chunming waved his hand indifferently and raised his wrist. He glanced at the time through the dim light in the distance: "Okay, it's getting late. I won't tell you anymore. Let's talk when we have time. Let's go back."

"Hey, wait a minute. I heard that you opened a museum? Can you tell me what's going on?"

"Hey, it's nothing. I just collected a lot of things over the years..."

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