Jiang Minhua did not expect that Mu Qingyun was so sharp.
The rain was still falling, and Jiang Minhua suddenly felt a little ashamed at this moment. Before she came, she had been telling herself that Mu Qingyun was her father's biological daughter, and the bond of flesh and blood was unbreakable. Without her father, where would she be? Now that her family was in trouble, how could she? Can't you give me a helping hand?
The few things Aunt Mu left behind were nothing at all. No matter how much the family's foreign debt pressure was, they could still afford those worthless jewelry.
Borrow it first to meet emergencies, and return it tenfold or a hundredfold in the future without any effort.
Jiang Minhua had thought about this countless times at home, but standing in front of Mu Qingyun and listening to her question, she still couldn't say it out loud.
Why do you look like such a bad person?
But she doesn't want to be an annoying bad person.
Jiang Minhua's nose felt sore and she was about to shed tears. Thinking of her parents and the atmosphere at home, she still endured the shame and gritted her teeth and said: "Sister, I beg you to sell me those jewelry, even if you don't like my mother. , you don’t like me and my brother, but you are still my father’s daughter——”
Mu Qingyun frowned: "Jiang Si didn't even come to tell me about these things, but you came."
Jiang Minhua was startled.
Mu Qingyun only found it a bit funny: "When Zhang Delin's people go to the Jiang family, the first person they will meet is Jiang Si. They will not go to you, a junior high school student, but no matter what he says, Jiang Si will never listen."
Jiang Minhua felt a little confused and speechless.
"Because Jiang Si has never been a fool. He knows that there is no free lunch in the world. Zhang Delin is a liar and cannot make a loss-making business. What he wants must be more expensive than money. And he is an enemy. What the enemy wants to do is We definitely can’t let him do it, otherwise he would be a fool.”
Mu Qingyun sneered, "I won't tell you these things you don't understand. I'll just tell you that you can't afford the dowry my mother left."
"Let's just say that this top-quality imperial green glass peace pendant on my neck is for sale now. The asking price is four to five million, and there are many people coming to snatch it."
Jiang Minhua was stunned and suspected that she was talking crazy.
She has never seen anything so expensive!
"In more than ten years, it will not only be several million, but it will be at least ten times higher."
There was a hint of sarcasm in Mu Qingyun's voice, "The jadeite and suet-fat white jade my mother left behind, as well as a small box, cost at least a dozen yuan, and the average price is almost the same. Can you really buy it?"
Jiang Minhua opened his mouth, but was speechless. Then he gritted his teeth: "No!"
Those things she remembered were not like this.
But when he said one sentence, the follow-up stopped abruptly.
She couldn't say that she had seen her mother laugh at Mu Xiao... Aunt Mu's country bumpkin several times, saying that she treated a few broken bracelets and broken jewelry as treasures, and even wrote Lao Shizi's will, saying that she would leave them all to her biological daughter.
For a while, Jiang Minhua was a little annoyed with her mother. She felt that her mother's words were too harsh and there was no need to describe a deceased woman in such a way.
Moreover, she inexplicably felt that the jewelry was very beautiful. Regardless of whether it was expensive or not, the silver bracelet was really well made.
She loved it.
"I have indeed disguised myself. After all, don't reveal your wealth to others. If you reveal it, you will easily get into trouble."
Mu Qingyun said softly, silently watching the plot for a few times.
In the original plot, Mu Qingyun saw through the disguise of these jewelry and did not let the treasures become dusty. However, she only felt that it was God's will and it was her turn to get those treasures. Something, he didn’t even ask Jiang Si.
Of course, she was a guest of the Wang family at that time.
Wang Yun likes her, the old man of the Wang family likes her, and everyone likes her. After Jiang Si remembered that those things were left by his ex-wife to Mu Qingyun, he hesitated. In the end, it was better to do one thing less and not say more.
Jiang Si thought, this is nothing, he will compensate Qingyun elsewhere.
Minhua didn't do it on purpose. She was just used to the good things at home belonging to her. She didn't think much about anything. She never thought about the strange origins of the dusty old things found in the storage room.
As for the truth later coming out, Jiang Minhua could no longer lose these things.
Her confidence in the Wang family is mostly brought about by these things. It seems so wonderful for a girl to marry into a rich family, but if she lacks confidence, she will eventually suffer.
Mu Qingyun shook his head and said softly: "Go ahead. Jiang Si is a smart man. He doesn't need you to worry about him."
After sending Jiang Minhua away, Mu Qingyun thought that this was not a completely different plot, but it was completely different from reality. In the original story, Wang Yun and Jiang Minhua were the male and female protagonists, and everything they did had their own reasons, even if Taking possession of other people's things is just a coincidence and cannot be blamed on the male and female protagonists.
They don't even have to know that others have died because of them, so they remain pure and innocent.
But in this reality, everyone is the protagonist of their own life. In the long world, everyone will have their own story, which is visible to everyone. Passers-by on the roadside who do not recognize the male and female protagonists also have their own lives.
Just because Wang Yun and Jiang Minhua are the protagonists, we can't ruin other people's lives just to follow their wishes and let them get what they want.
Mu Qingyun returned to the dormitory area and went to the phone booth to call the Inspection Department.
That night, the inspectors went to Jiang's house.
Jiang Si had to spend more than two hours recalling every word that the man said when he came to him. After finishing the transcript, the portraitist of the Inspection Department finished the portrait. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Jiang Si simply couldn't Being tortured to the point of exhaustion.
Jiang Minhua was also caught and questioned for a long time.
"If you encounter something like this again in the future, call us as soon as possible. How can criminals have good intentions? Once they lead you by the nose, they will only make more and more mistakes, and eventually they will be doomed."
Jiang Minhua: "..."
Perhaps it was because the Inspection Department had sped up their actions, but in the next half month, Mu Qingyun successfully completed the sports meeting safely, and never felt anyone's prying eyes again.
The only minor problem was that at the opening ceremony of the sports meeting, Mu Qingyun performed a 'Crane Dream' sword technique.
The wind was a bit strong that day, but the students were okay. Teacher Zhou and other instructors were very nervous.
The group dance "Yanhuang" this time is the style of the traditional war dance of the Ming Dynasty, adapted with modern elements. Of course, it was not choreographed by Teacher Zhou and others. It was the head coach of the Ming Dynasty Song and Dance Ensemble who took his team for two years. The dance was choreographed during a period of time. It has only been performed in one round of twelve performances at the Imperial Capital Grand Theater. Very few people have seen it. It is a very new large-scale dance. Only the top dancers can perform it very well. A group of dancers.
The instructors of No. 1 Middle School were excited to use this kind of dance today to open the sports meeting.
Of course, they did not expect this group of young non-professional students to really show the brilliant atmosphere and shocking beauty of "Yanhuang", but even if they showed only a little bit of true meaning, this performance was enough to stay in the school of Canghai No. 1 Middle School. history.
