Dropping his hand, Yin Liting took two steps back and sat beside the bed:
"tell me the story."
Originally, he wanted to remind her about the securities industry. Yin Liting was still sorting out his thoughts when suddenly, a golden object came to his eyes:
"Look, is this real or fake?"
What Yu Qingluo held in his hand was a Buddha statue about ten centimeters high with a three-layer lotus base. It was finely carved and glittering, but it looked fake at first glance.
"It's fake. Do you even need to look at this? You're not being deceived, are you? Even if the hollow is as big as this, it costs hundreds of thousands."
She feels distressed when buying a pair of shoes. How can she be willing to spend hundreds of thousands on an ornament? She might also consider buying gold bars, and buying a gold Buddha would probably cost her a lot of money in terms of craftsmanship.
Just as Yin Liting's thoughts flashed, a mini gold bar came into view again:
"What about this?"
Did she really buy gold bars?
For a moment, Yin Liting felt that something was not right. When he reached out and picked it up, the weight of the gold bar was obviously wrong:
"This one is more real than that one."
What is she going to do?
Before the doubtful words were spoken, Yu Qingluo knelt on one knee beside the bed, put one hand on his shoulder, and stuffed the golden Buddha and gold bars into his arms with the other:
"Mr. Yin has a good reputation and many friends. Your words will be echoed by thousands of people. Can you do me a favor? Help me find a craftsman to coat these two treasures with real gold. Anyway, the more similar they are, the better. The less gold used, the better. , it would be better if we could not repay the fake with real gold.”
Did she really ask him for something?
"You wouldn't be so bold as to try to steal something from yourself, would you?"
That is purely seeking death!
"Of course not, where were you thinking? It's just..."
She wanted to say it was grandma's birthday, but when she thought of all the bad things at home, she couldn't explain it clearly in just one or two sentences, and she didn't want to ruin the atmosphere. After a pause, she said:
"An important client believes in Buddhism. I heard that she is looking for this kind of natal Buddha everywhere and wants to enshrine it. If someone puts out a real gold one and offers it, isn't it waiting to attract thieves and disaster? Gold-plated ones are best."
"Don't I want to give someone a gift in return? I've been looking for this for a long time, but unfortunately the color difference is a bit big. Didn't I wonder if I could spend money to change it myself?"
"The main thing is that the time is too tight and it has to be done within a week."
"It's useless to give it away after the expiration date. Can you do me a favor? This is really important to me. The gold bar boss gave it to me. He said that placing it next to the Buddha statue and worshiping it together can attract wealth."
She pushed him coquettishly, and Yu Qingluo wanted him to help.
"It's okay to help, but gold-plated products cannot be stamped with pure gold."
"No need for a steel seal, as long as the appearance is real gold."
Otherwise, why would she need to buy an extra one-to-one gold bar replica model?
Anyone with eyes can see the 999.9 stamp on it!
Originally it was just a test, but when she heard what she said, Yin Liting felt relieved:
"how many times?"
Phew~
Why are you here again?
The smile on Yu Qingluo's lips froze. The next second, her waist was directly hooked by someone. She turned over and was pressed under her:
"The thickness of the gold plating depends on your performance tonight."
The soft bed was soon filled with excitement. I thought he wanted her to take the initiative, but unexpectedly, after being tortured all night, Yu Qingluo didn't even have a chance to speak.
I don't know if it's my imagination, but I always feel that his strength is a bit too strong, and he doesn't seem very happy.
…
In a blink of an eye, it was the fifth day of the lunar month, which happened to be Saturday. Yin Liting had not returned from his business trip, which saved Yu Qingluo the trouble of opening his mouth.
She was bombarded with phone calls and text messages from home, but she ignored them. She waited until it was time for dinner and a banquet before returning home with gifts.
The banquet was held in the side hall of the Yu family and in the courtyard. There was a traffic jam in front of the door, the courtyard was decorated with lights and the music was playing softly. It looked like it was a buffet style with singing and dancing.
When she entered the door, she saw a family talking and laughing around her grandma, so she walked over:
"Grandma, happy birthday, may you be as blessed as the East Sea and live as long as the Southern Mountains."
"Humph, you still know how to come back?"
The old lady's eyes squinted, and the smile on her face instantly faded. Her mother, sister, and some distant relatives all around her had different expressions.
Yu Qingluo has always known that he is not popular at home, but he has never thought it was so obvious, and he doesn't know how he used to fool himself and comfort himself.
Pursing her lips, she still said:
"I worked overtime. Sorry, grandma, I came back late."
He obviously didn't like her, but he made it sound as if she was being lazy.
At this time, Yu’s father came over:
"Why is a person back? Then who is it?"
They don't even know Yin Liting's name, so you can imagine how irresponsible they are about their marriage.
It seems that Yu Kehuan really didn't mention what happened that day to her family.
That's strange.
I wonder if they would have the same attitude today if they knew Yin Liting's true identity in the future?
Lowering her eyes, Yu Qingluo looked like an unloved and aggrieved little daughter-in-law:
"He's on a business trip and won't come over if he's not free."
Most of the people present were married, and it was immediately clear that they probably didn't want to see her.
Everyone's expressions became visibly colder, and Mother Yu took over the words again:
"It's rare for the old lady's birthday to be together with the whole family. Just come back. Why don't you take out the gifts quickly? Jingyang gave me a golden longevity peach, and Kehuan also gave me more than 100,000 gold Ruyi. It's just you."
I really don’t know if my mother wants to smooth things over or is deliberately embarrassing herself. The gift should be a sincere gift, but it becomes a scene of comparison every year. It is obvious that the starting point of each other is different.
Just like now, the distant relatives can support grandma and chat about household chores, but the aunt and her family don't show their faces, and most likely go to the kitchen to help.
You are so poor that even your own mother hates it.
"This is something my husband and I put together. I hope grandma likes it."
Raising her hand, she put the gift box on the small table aside. Sure enough, without taking her hand back, someone was already muttering:
"Why don't you just get a cake?"
"You're back so late!"
Glancing in disgust, Grandma Yu snorted again:
"Grandchildren and children are not all the same here."
Without saying anything, Yu Qingluo opened the suitcase directly.
Under the light, inside the transparent cover, a gleaming golden Buddha came into view. The most important thing is that the words "Jiangcheng Gold" are engraved on the black base of the box. There is also a small stick beside the golden Buddha. The gold bar should weigh one hundred grams by visual inspection.
There was silence.
Grandma Yu stood up from her chair and put on her reading glasses:
"Is this pure gold?"
This time, Yu Qingluo didn’t need to speak, Yu’s father spoke first:
"It's four nines. It should be. This golden Buddha weighs 750g. Mom, it's the same age as you. Luoluo is really thoughtful."
This should cost at least half a million!
Because there is indeed a gold store called "Jiangcheng Gold" in Jiangcheng. It is a national chain of local stores and is very famous. Everyone's first reaction is to buy it from that gold store.
"If you have the heart, you have the heart! As for the gift, the price doesn't matter, it's the thought that counts."
