Xiao Long recently got a large sum of money from Lai Qianxiu, in the name of alimony for his wife.
"It's not an option for us to continue like this. I want to marry you, so I want to officially divorce my wife, but I must give her alimony. You also know that the hospital is in financial difficulty and cannot come up with this money for the time being. . Although I’m sorry for you, can you help me get the money together first?”
Lai Qianxiu was easily fooled. In any case, being with Xiao Long forever was her greatest hope. When Xiao Long said this, her eyes immediately shone with surprise, and she immediately gave Xiao Long three million.
"Will you really marry me?" She asked Xiao Long, "If you really marry me, I will divorce you immediately. For only three million, will your wife agree to the divorce?"
"Don't worry, we have been separated for a long time. Thank you! I will resolve this matter within ten days."
However, ten days passed and twenty days passed, and Xiao Long still did not bring the good news to Lai Qianxiu that he had divorced his wife.
Lai Qianxiu asked him, and he said: "The three million was originally intended for my wife. But then the hospital had emergency needs, so I spent half of it on the hospital. Yes, I also know that I am sorry for doing this, but As the dean, I can't ignore it. I can't give it to my wife with only half of the money left. It happened that the chief purser came again to ask for the medical expenses. I had no choice but to use the remaining money to pay for it first..."
At this time, Xiao Long's expression was like that of a son who has been neglecting his duties and admits his mistake in shame in front of his mother.
"It doesn't matter. Even if I don't give her alimony, I can still leave my wife." Xiao Long emphasized again.
Xiao Long plundered nearly 10 million yuan from her. Xiao Long sometimes thinks that if Lai Qianxiu's husband dies, then the shop she runs and the properties will belong to her. If he marries her, will those properties be completely in his hands? But now he has almost given up, because he slowly discovered that Lai Qianxiu is not that easy to coax, and she does not have the courage to hand over all her property to others.
Xiao Long drove to see Xia Zhifang.
Xia Zhifang's office is located in the city center, but it is in a less prosperous area away from the central streets. There are old warehouses and dilapidated rental houses nearby. He can only enter through the narrow alleys between the houses.
This is a two-story building of some age. Although the sign says "Xia Zhifang Law Firm", it would not be surprising to call it a "tailor shop". It seems to be more appropriate. Xia Zhifang happened to be at home. There was a very old big table and a rickety chair specially prepared for guests. The wall that looked like it was about to collapse was full of cracks. One was more suitable for display in an antique store. The bookshelf is placed against the wall, with a few law books pretending to be there.
The floor was roughened by chair legs. As soon as Xiao Long walked up, something sticky stuck to his feet.
"Hello." As soon as Xiao Long entered the room, he sat on the chair prepared for the guests. The chair was in tatters and even the armrests were unusable.
"It's you." Xia Zhifang walked to the chair and replied in a low voice.
There is an open thread-bound book on the table. I wonder if its owner was reading carefully just now.
Xiao Long has known Xia Zhifang for five years, but he still can't figure out what kind of person Xia Zhifang is. He is a very strange man, and outsiders have never known his whereabouts.
Logically speaking, since he is a lawyer, he should be so busy that he doesn't even have time to eat. The strange thing is that no matter when Xiao Long came, he never encountered anyone entrusting Xia Zhifang to litigate. Although the sign on the door said "Law Firm", there was no other lawyer or any assistant. Every time he came to his place, he had a gloomy expression and sat lazily on his chair, but he didn't seem to be worried about money. Xiao Long stared at him. Until now, he had never heard any tidbits about him from any woman.
"How is it?" Xiao Long put the package he brought on the messy table.
"What is that?" Xia Zhifang remained motionless, still leaning on the chair, and glanced at the package boredly.
"Open it and take a look!" Xiao Long said, lighting a cigarette.
The package contained the "antique tea bowl" that he secretly took while Qianxiu was not at home.
"Is it a teacup?"
Xiao Long unwrapped the package, but Xia Zhifang still had an expression of no interest at all, as if he knew what was inside the old black paulownia wood box as soon as he saw it.
"This is no ordinary tea bowl, take a good look." Xiao Long said.
"It's useless to look at it."
"Look."
Xia Zhifang had no choice but to stand up from the chair, untie the rope outside the box, open the lid, and was about to use both hands to take out the tea bowl inside. Xiao Long became nervous: "A layman should be careful with such a good thing!" , Xiao Long took Xia Zhifang's hand away, "If you take it like that, the thing worth 40,000 to 50,000 yuan will be ruined immediately." Xiao Long carefully took the tea bowl out of the box and put it on the table. In the dim light, the outline of the tea bowl is clear and soft.
"How about it? The style is good, isn't it?" Xiao Long sat back on his chair and admired the tea bowl from a distance, "Such things are rare among antique tea bowls, whether it's the texture of the glaze or the change in iron content. The red color on the belt is impeccable, and the more you look at it, the more charming it becomes.”
"They are all fools." Xia Zhifang muttered, "I really don't understand how a pervert like you is keen on such a simple thing."
"They are all the same. Every tiny part of a woman's body is different, and the people cast by God from the same mold also have their own beauty. The same goes for teacups. Ancient craftsmen used the temperature of the kiln, the texture of the soil, They vary greatly depending on the shade of the glaze. Look, even the fired colors are completely different, just like women."
"I can't help it if you say that, but I don't like collecting these dirty tea bowls and plates."
"Collection is never-ending, because each collection has its own characteristics. Every plate and teacup contains an ideal, and they are all different. Therefore, even if you collect tens of thousands, you will not be satisfied, and have a girlfriend. Same."
"Why is it the same?" Xia Zhifang leaned lazily on his chair.
"A man pursues many women, precisely because his ideals are diverse. What is not found in this woman is found in other women. Everyone has a little bit of what they want. Men want to realize this All kinds of ideals are slowly collected bit by bit. In this world, people who are called perverts are not necessarily people with unfocused minds. Like me, I am the kind of guy who keeps collecting his ideals bit by bit. "
Xia Zhifang listened to Xiao Long's eloquent talk without any enthusiasm at all, and casually said: "Where did your tea bowl come from?"
"The antique shop forced me to take it away."
"Lie, you got it from Lai Qianxiu, right?"
"That's right." Xiao Long did not deny it. To say that stealing is a bit bad, it would be better to say that Lai Qianxiu took it behind her back when she was not at home.
"It's all the same. Anyway, it was the antique shop that kept it in her place first. It's better to put it in that woman's place than in a discerning person like me. This little thing will be very happy. If you can't find antiques for it, A good home, it will cry.”
"It's okay for Chawan to cry, but what will happen if you hurt Lai Qianxiu too much?"
"What do you mean?" Xiao Long was leaning on his chair proudly. When he heard these words, he stood up slightly.
"Her business hasn't been going well lately."
"Really?"
Because it came from Xia Zhifang, Xiao Long couldn't help but become serious. Xia Zhifang is familiar with a lot of inside information. Although he doesn't know how he got it, he is very familiar with the operating insider information of large companies and the economic conditions of small shops.
Therefore, when Xia Zhifang said that Lai Qianxiu's store was in trouble, Xiao Long had to listen carefully.
"I'm not lying. Some people say that her business difficulties have something to do with you."
"Don't be kidding!" Although Xiao Long denied it, Xia Zhifang's words made him a little scared, "How do you know?"
