Cheng Jianjun was imprisoned and became the biggest hot news for a while, not only among the neighbors, but also in the antique market. In the Today's Statement column and on the pages of newspapers, the headline was "Beijing Police cracked the case "A huge antique counterfeiting and fraud case"...
The neighbors didn't have any special reaction, because they were not fools. Ever since they knew about Cheng Jianjun's rapid fortune, and combined with Cheng Jianjun's criminal record, these people had nothing good to say. Now it's just confirmed. But on the other hand, they really admire Cheng Jianjun. It's true that this kid is so capable and self-taught that he can make fake goods and defraud people of money in just a few years.
Moreover, they all live in the same life circle, and they also know that although the original large house with an elevator was seized and auctioned, Cheng's father and Cheng's mother bought another house. Of course they all understood that this was the money Cheng Jianjun defrauded.
They even began to think about whether it was worth spending hundreds of thousands and imprisoning them for decades. Of course, not all of them want to do illegal and criminal work, they just want to gather around and brag when they have nothing to do.
The biggest impact is on the antique market. Because this time Cheng Jianjun committed a huge amount of money, and it only took three years. But since the antique market became active in the 1990s, what about those who have become more sophisticated in counterfeiting? Therefore, after Cheng Jianjun was sentenced, the antique market ushered in a period of severe crackdown. Many counterfeiters and fraudsters were caught, and some tomb robber gangs were tracked down along with the stolen goods. What this brings about is a temporary purification of the antique market environment and a certain increase in overall prices...
To some extent, Cheng Jianjun is very legendary. He was imprisoned three times and got back on his feet the first two times. He has been a civil servant and a big boss, and he can learn to forge antiques in just one or two years, and can be said to be proficient in it. He is a master of deception, has many victims, and has committed tens of millions of dollars in total. And all of this, in a real sense, only started after he graduated from college in 1982. Because at that time, further opening up began, the market vitality increased greatly, and opportunities were everywhere. That year, he was thirty years old.
Cheng Jianjun only worked as a civil servant for one year and was sentenced to four years in prison in 1983. After he was released from prison in 1987, he went to the south to do business, which lasted just one year. In 1988, he was sentenced to nine years and six months for the things he committed in the south. He was released from prison for the second time in 1998 and began to learn how to make porcelain, and then started to make counterfeit goods. In 2001, he was imprisoned for the incident, which lasted only more than three years. In the end, Cheng Jianjun only had five years of real free movement since 1982. It was during these five years that he did so many things. He was a ruthless man and indeed capable.
However, no matter how capable you are, you can only sing and cry behind bars, and encourage yourself through the difficult time in prison with Cheng Jianjun who chants "Jianjun's life is no weaker than others, I am unbeatable." , make yourself stronger...
Perhaps the only one who cares about Cheng Jianjun is Cheng's father and mother who have given up on him long ago. But the old couple, who had never had peace of mind in their lives, did not last long. Cheng Jianjun's three imprisonments still affected them. Because Cheng Jianjun is already forty-nine and will be an old man when he is released from prison. Perhaps this son will only live for the first thirty years.
They thought about their eldest son's miserable old age and became sick with worry. His already bad health became even more unfavorable. Finally, in 2004, Cheng's father passed away first, and in 2005, Cheng's mother passed away with half a lifetime of regrets for failing to discipline her son well.
People are bound to die, and only when new people replace old ones can society progress and develop. Once a person lives a long time and still clings to power, that is not a good thing. Because when people get older, they tend to become confused, their movements are easily deformed, and their impact is not so good. At the same time, the young people under their control are also getting older. After being influenced by the former for too long, they have lost their vitality, creativity and courage, and have become disfigured.
As for the ordinary people, living a long life will be annoying to others, and they will not be able to live with it. Because there was no cerebral infarction in Guan Xiaoguanqi at Lao Guan, his own son also sold his overseas property and returned to China for development. He was filial to his knees and had a filial disciple like Han Chunming to serve him. The inheritance matters had been clearly arranged, and I didn’t do any drama about pretending to die anymore, I just listened to the show and drank wine every day.
One late night in the early spring of 2009, I couldn't wake up. His face was peaceful when he was found, and he died at the age of 101, fulfilling his promise of living past 100 years.
Lao Guandou was born in the late Qing Dynasty and grew up in the Republic of China. He experienced the turmoil in China and witnessed the rise of New China. He lived into the new century, watched the Olympic Games and experienced the great changes brought about by the development of science and technology. He has never experienced any major hardships in his life. I have never suffered any serious crime, but I have never been poor, and I have never been short of food and drink. Although my legs and feet were weak, my speech was not clear, and my brain was not clear, I was not paralyzed in the end. When I died, it was even more simple and passed away as soon as I slept. . Except for my son and daughter-in-law, being serious is the winner in life...
There is still a place for tea and wedding celebrations, because it is such a big place. For so many years, when there are any events, people usually have wine and food here. At this time, the restaurant was extremely noisy. Bai Xishi, although it is always sad to leave a familiar person, but when I think about living a hundred and one years old, it is not so sad. Of course, people come to pay tribute, it is a kind of interpersonal deal. He died at the age of 100. Those who are really close relatives and old friends are not alive anymore. Most of them are unfamiliar descendants.
The almost eighty-year-old Shapohou Hou had gray hair and slow movements. He held the wine glass to his mouth and sniffled vigorously. Then he put down the wine glass, picked up a peanut, and then looked up at the table of people with smiles on their lips and sighed. : "The more I live, the more I admire Mr. Guan. He is in such good health. I remember when I first visited the house in the first year, the old man was... seventy-three, right? He was only a few years younger than me. At that time, he was not a rich man. Taboo. When I was eighty, I could still drink three taels per meal, and there was a gust of wind in the corridor. Look at me again, I am only seventy-eight..."
Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "That's good. I can't drink anymore, but I'm not so paralyzed on the bed that I can't move. Who do you think can live as long as you? Even if you can live to this age, how many can move freely? of?"
"If I have to say this, I really admire the prince. He's fifty-seven, right? He is the chairman of such a big company, with hundreds of thousands of people in charge. He doesn't have a gray hair on his head, and he looks like he's talking about three or four people. They are the same, they have not changed over the years. Standing with Xiao Bin and the others, if it were not for his mature and graceful demeanor, he would be just like his peers."
Taozi, who had not appeared for a long time and had gray hair and big wrinkles on his face, stuttered and said this. He has done well over the years. In addition to the hotel business, Han Chunming has taken him with him in every business, and the price has increased by hundreds of millions. After all, if nothing else, he owns 60% of the property rights of the three-story building where he is now, which is a lot of money. In addition, he followed Han Chunming's footsteps and also owned two houses and a construction company, so he was not short of money.
Wang Bin, who was sitting at the table behind him, heard this and turned around and said, "Uncle Tao, please don't say that. I just practiced with my dad last week, and you guys didn't watch. Then give me a beating. This It took two days to recover. He's not the same age as me, he's younger than me."
Although he is thirty-three years old, he is often troubled by having such an awesome father. Fortunately, his son and daughter are still young and they are kissed by a generation apart, so the old man doesn't like to talk to him...
Madu smiled, they all knew that this boy always got beaten up: "Looking at it this way, I think it's not a big problem for the prince to live to be over a hundred years old."
"That's for sure. You can tell by looking at his current condition." Baoshahou sighed: "I guess, I've only been here for the past few years..."
"Hey, Po Po Hou, I don't want to say dejected words. You have to work hard to be a hundred years old." Han Chunming came over and patted Ba Po Hou on the shoulder: "Today is my master's meal, don't talk about whether you will die or not." Yes, be careful if my master takes you down."
"Master Marquis, you will definitely live a long life with your body and bones." Guan Ziqing, who came over, smiled and raised his glass: "As a son, I would like to thank you for taking care of my dad over the years. Come, let me respect you."
He is also a dying man in his seventies, and has long since lost all those thoughts. Regarding the inheritance, Han Chunming had already made it clear before. Han Chunming gave Guan Xiaoguan 100 million in cash. Although according to the current market price of antiques, the money is not enough and there is still a lot of difference, but it is good to have the money. After all, the old things have been put in Han Chunming's museum, so they are quite content. Besides, in the past few years, Han Chunming had helped Guan Xiaoguan a lot and made a lot of money along the way. He couldn't ask for another bicycle, which would be really shameless.
Everyone raised their small wine cups, took a sip, and said a few more words. Han Chunming, Guan Ziqing, Guan Xiaoguan and others then left to toast to others.
These people are all older, and the fact that they have survived until now is because of the plot. Because the original age was quite chaotic, so now everyone is still alive and kicking. The death of Lao Guanjun was just the beginning, and these people were almost there in the next few years. Wang Yan glanced over and saw that everyone was sick...
They no longer cared about those things, and the people at the same table continued to chat. Of course, they didn't talk about history and culture. Today was a happy event at Lao Guan. Of course, what they were talking about was what happened between Lao Guan and Lao Guan in the past few years. In fact, a few years ago, their topic was no longer about history and culture, but about life and began to look back on the past. They all felt the heaviness of their bodies and the fatigue of their spirits, and they couldn't help but start to reminisce about the past.
Of course, Wang Yan is excepted. The slight decline in physical function does make it impossible for him to maintain a young heart, but he is not like these people. He mostly smiled and listened quietly, feeling that people were about to die...
After dinner, the group dispersed in the afternoon, with a driver driving the car. Wang Yan and Wang Bin, father and son, returned to their home on Beichizi Street. After living here for so many years, taking into account the development of technology, it was renovated a few years ago to make it more modern.
There isn't much else in this house, just a lot of houses, so even though Wang Bin is married and has children, he still lives at home.
As soon as I entered the yard from the garage, I saw two little things stumbling over, one behind the other, calling "Grandpa, Grandpa".
Of course these are Wang Bin's children. The older one is a boy, five years old this year, and the younger one is a girl, three years old this year. He inherited Wang Yan, Su Meng, Wang Bin, and the beautiful daughter-in-law from a government family he married into the family. She is very pleasant in appearance, and because she is young, she often makes jokes, which is very rare.
Wang Yan walked over with a smile and squatted in front of them. Unexpectedly, the older kid sniffed, then turned around and ran back: "Grandpa is drunk and smells bad. I won't hug him."
Then, the little girl at the back stumbled to the front, sniffed like her brother, and then screamed, followed by an inarticulate "I'm drinking, no hugs..."
Wang Bin laughed, stepped forward and picked up his little daughter who was about to fall down, and asked shamelessly: "Do you want dad to hold her? Come on, let dad give her a kiss."
The little girl resisted and stretched out her hands, covering her father's mouth with all her strength, with rejection written all over her face...
Wang Yan walked over with a smile and went to the house to make tea.
Su Meng sat aside and asked, "How's it going? Is it okay?"
She knew that Wang Yan had been drinking with Lao Guan for almost thirty years, and now that Lao Guan was gone, she was worried that Wang Yan would be unhappy, so she cared about him.
Wang Yan shook his head and said, "I'm fine. He left alone without suffering any consequences. I have no idea whether I can survive this old man."
"You're almost done. As you are now, Uncle Guan really can't compare to you. He's almost sixty, not to mention young, but he still has the strength to beat his son. Oh my, I'm too old to compare."
Seeing Wang Yan's young appearance, vibrant skin, and high energy, Su Meng became angry. After all, she had spent a lot of money on maintaining her body over the years, and the result was not as good as Wang Yan, a man who didn't even wipe his body every day. In a few years, she doubted that others would recognize Wang Yan as her son when they went out together...
This is of course an exaggeration, but in a few years there will indeed be a difference. No one can stay young forever, even someone will become old one day.
Pouring a cup of tea for Su Meng, he smiled and said: "We are already an old couple, why are we still studying those things? I just exercise all the year round, my muscles are more energetic, and my skin is more fresh. How can I dislike you?" "
"Hmph, among the partners I have met over the years, there is not a single good man, and there is not a cat that does not cheat..."
"Drink your tea. I'm getting old, but I'm still saying mean things."
"Yeah, I'm getting old." Su Meng sighed: "I don't know how long my parents can survive..."
Wang Yan shook his head and said nothing. He drank tea by himself and looked at the two cubs playing wildly outside.
Correct understanding of death is the most important thing for people to understand
That's it, no one will be with you forever. But even if you have the correct understanding, it is still a difficult hurdle, because the most painful thing is only when it happens to you. So what should be faced must always be faced.
In 10 years, Su's father died of illness. His heart was already on a stent. It is normal for old-age diseases to cause the body to be unable to hold on. After spending half a month in the hospital, I couldn't get over it. Three months later, the sad mother Su also passed away. She didn't have that big of a problem, she just slept and left. The two people have a very good relationship and have watched each other all their lives. They are both diligent and hard-working people's teachers...
Han Mu also passed away in the same year.
One year later, Ba Po Hou died of illness. He drank his last sip of Erguotou before he died. He hummed the jingle he used to collect rags, and left a relatively free and easy sentence, "See you later..."
The Shapoh Hou vowed that he could outlive his old son-in-law, but he failed to do so. In one or two years, Liu Jinyou, a fat old boy, became the thinnest in his life before he died. Only skin and bones were left, and he died in pain.
Also in this year, Lao Guan's daughter-in-law, Guan Ziqing's daughter-in-law, Liu Hongmei, died of illness. In 14 years, Guan Ziqing suffered from cerebral infarction and could not be saved...
In the summer of 2015, sixty-three-year-old Cheng Jianjun once again stood in front of the prison gate. He seemed to be in good spirits, but his hair was inevitably white, his face was covered with age spots, and his body was stooped.
He slowly turned around, put his hand on his forehead and looked at the sun. Thirty years passed in a blink of an eye, just like when he was released from prison for the first time in 1987...
After watching for a while, he turned around, let out a deep breath, rolled his eyes vigorously a few times, and followed the middle-aged prison guard toward the door with stumbling steps, ending his third prison life that lasted fourteen years.
The person who came to pick him up was his brother who was eight years younger than him. I went to take a bath and eat, and of course I didn't forget to pay homage to the graves of my deceased parents and tell them that their eldest son was out.
During this process, he also inquired about what happened in the past fourteen years. So many people had died. Why weren't Han Chunming and Wang Yan still dead? When will they die?
He no longer knows how to retaliate against Han Chunming, let alone the awesome Wang Yan, so for now, he can only strive to outlive Wang Yan.
It makes him sad to think about this person who has never taken him seriously in his life, who stole his woman and caused him to make a fool of himself in front of so many people at the class reunion, which has hurt him all his life. He could only rely on this method to find comfort in his heart.
He also didn't forget to visit his biological son and grandson. Although no one recognized him, he didn't feel much discomfort, because in the end, it was his blood that remained. Moreover, since he was thirty years old, he was either in jail or fighting for revenge on Wang Yan. He had not seen his biological son even a few times. At that time, his son was only six years old, so he understood it very well.
I rented a taxi for two days and drove around the capital for two days. I saw a very different capital all the way, listened to the driver's eloquent introduction, and adapted to the new world.
He is not short of money. A piece of Ming Dynasty porcelain can easily cost RMB 1.8 million. The money he left behind, after excluding a large house that his brother later bought with a loan, paid for his parents' expenses for three years. , and after paying off the mortgage for so many years, there is still more than one million left. His brother was very well-behaved. Apart from letting his son get married and live in the big house, he had not touched his money for so many years except to pay off the mortgage.
He bought fashionable new clothes and the most high-end mobile phones produced by a subsidiary of China Longteng Group, and learned how to play.
After recuperating for half a month, he went to Han Chunming's museum in Mentougou, where he met Han Chunming, who was living with Cai Xiaoli and helping his son take care of the children.
The two of them sat together and talked harmoniously, talking about things that happened in the past thirty years, and they were full of regrets. After chatting for a long time, he declined the dinner invitation and returned home in the car arranged by Han Chunming.
He came to see Han Chunming for no other reason than to see Han Chunming's condition and tell him not to die too early.
The next day, after breakfast early in the morning, he went to Beichizi Street. Opposite the big house facing the Forbidden City wall, he looked at the north entrance of the alley, where two men with guns stood guard.
of soldiers. Just watching like this, he was waiting for Wang Yan. He wanted to see Wang Yan and see how long Wang Yan could live. At the same time, he also wanted to confirm whether Wang Yan was responsible for what happened to him in the past.
He didn't dare to step forward rashly to report, and he was also afraid that Wang Yan would not see him after reporting his name, so he just waited.
After waiting all morning and not seeing Wang Yan, he went to have lunch and then came back and continued to sit on the roadside waiting. It was not until about four o'clock in the afternoon that he saw a car driving from a distance and heading directly towards the alley. The garage door opened and he quickly stood up and waved.
The car stopped at the entrance of the garage door. He saw Wang Yan getting out of the car and the two good-looking children getting out of the car. He saw Wang Yan give the short-haired boy a gentle kick, and then He rubbed the long-haired little girl's head and watched kindly as the two children ran into the garage and returned home.
He saw Wang Yan lighting a cigarette and standing opposite, with the same damn smiling expression in his memory.
In his memory, it seemed that Wang Yan had always been like this, even when he slapped him in the mouth and kicked him in 1983, he was always smiling and calm.
He crossed the street, looked at Wang Yan's unchanged face, and said, "After so many years, you haven't changed much. Are you in good health?"
"You don't seem to be very well." Wang Yan blew out the smoke and said calmly: "I heard that you were hanging around across the street in the morning. What do you want to do with me?"
Cheng Jianjun was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at the all-round surveillance and the soldiers who were clearly on alert not far away, ready to shoot at any time. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "High status is different..."
When he didn't get a response, he smiled awkwardly and asked, "I just want an answer."
Wang Yan raised his eyebrows and blew out a puff of cigarette: "You already have the answer, don't you?"
After saying that, regardless of his flushed face, he chuckled lightly, turned around and entered the garage, and went home to play with his children...
Sometimes thinking of the answer and actually confirming the answer are two different things.
Cheng Jianjun didn't have the understanding of thoughts as he imagined. In fact, as long as Wang Yan didn't die, he wouldn't be able to understand it in his life. He stayed there for a long time, his chest rising and falling rapidly. After a long while, he took a deep breath, turned around and walked away staggeringly.
He just walked like this, his mind filled with his experiences over the years, and Wang Yan's calm demeanor, especially his eyes, which looked like those of ants. He knew that since Wang Yan sent him to jail three times, he must have known all his actions from beginning to end. He has been living under people's noses for these years. Whenever he gets better, he will be taken away. He is like a toy, played with, humiliated, humiliated...
He walked all the way, thinking, I don't know how long he walked, but it was already dark and the street lights were on. When he came to his senses again, he was already standing at the door of the courtyard.
He let out a long breath, stepped into the door, turned around the screen wall, and stepped through the second door. This place was no different from the courtyard in his memory. It's just that the people here have changed. He knows that the Han family, Wang family, Su family, and their houses have all been rented out. The main reason is not to make money, but to prevent the old house from being lost, so it is rented to wanderers from other places who come to the capital.
He sighed again, walked slowly inside, turned around the moon door, and stood in front of the door of his old house.
The door was locked, but the curtains were open. Through the window, he looked at the layout that no longer looked like a memory, and his mind went through every detail of his time here.
He has no home...
He shook his head, washed his face with tap water in front of the bluestone pool in the courtyard, looked back at the environment in the courtyard, sighed again, and then slowly walked out.
Walking through the Moon Gate, passing by the Han family's old house, passing by Wang Yan's east wing, crossing the second door, he glanced at the unknown stranger at the door of the first door of the house.
He thought for a moment, oh, Uncle Guo was already dead, and 80% of the house was rented out.
Thinking of the stubborn little Uncle Guo who rode a big car and loved to take advantage, he smiled, turned around the screen wall, and wanted to step out of the door.
just
At this moment, his heavy leg stumbled, and his whole body flew out uncontrollably along with the inertia.
He struggled, turned around and lay flat on his back, looking at the already dark night sky.
"Oh, in this life..."
He sighed, and there was no more movement...
