Chapter 63: 90: A Family by the Spring Chapter 63: Contacting the Antique Dealer, Selling the Bed

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Protagonist:

Lin Xiyu

"Ah, two years?"

Lin Xiyu exclaimed in shock: "That family is too ruthless! My female cousin works at the Soy Sauce Factory, earning 400 a month, with extra bonuses during holidays and festivals. Two years added up isn't even more than ten thousand yuan. This is clearly taking advantage of a crisis."

"So these people are just too hateful..."

Grandmother beat her chest in anger, her eye sockets red: "If I weren't an old bag of bones who can't move anymore, I wouldn't need to burden you all, letting people bully us for no reason."

"Grandmother, don't say that..."

Unable to bear seeing Grandmother sad, Lin Xiyu hurried to comfort her: "We were all raised by you. Contributing to this family is only right."

"Xiyu, find a business card from that drawer."

Grandmother pointed to the cabinet under the Television: "It was left by someone who collects antiques. He came by our place last year, took a fancy to this bed, and offered fifteen thousand to buy it. I didn't agree. Now we have to sell even if we don't want to."

"Grandmother."

Lin Xiyu hesitated without moving: "Really sell the bed?"

"Not sell the bed, then sell the granddaughter?"

Grandmother pushed her hard, leaving no room for doubt: "Hurry, find the business card and call that person. Tell him, as long as he can offer twenty thousand yuan, we'll sell this bed."

"Oh."

Lin Xiyu dared not talk back to Grandmother, fearing she would anger herself into illness.

Left with no choice, she took out the business card from the drawer, went alone to the Telephone Booth, and called the antique merchant.

The call connected, someone answered quickly, and Lin Xiyu told the man everything Grandmother had instructed.

After a moment, she sighed helplessly, hung up the phone, and returned home to report.

"Grandmother, that person said twenty thousand is too much. The antique market is sluggish now, and he can't offer that much. I told him the family has an urgent need and asked if he could give as much as possible. He said he can come to our home in person to discuss face-to-face."

"When is he coming?"

Grandmother understood in her heart that selling the bed wouldn't go so smoothly, and she didn't show too much disappointment.

"This afternoon."

Lin Xiyu faithfully relayed the man's words: "Around two o'clock, I think. He said he'll drive over, and once the price is settled, he can take the bed away on the spot."

"Sigh."

Grandmother's brows and eyes showed desolation, revealing some weariness: "Grandmother understands. You go to the Telephone Booth and have your Maternal Aunt take over. It's time to make lunch."

"Okay."

Lin Xiyu obediently agreed, then lifted the Curtain and ran out.

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Guben left Donghua Street No. 9 Courtyard, and the Pager hanging at his waist suddenly rang.

He took off the Pager, glanced at the incoming message, turned his bike around, and rode toward Jinan No. 1 Middle School.

At the doorway of the Internet Cafe not far from No. 1 High School, Wang Fan was shirtless, wearing a pair of plaid Shorts that were torn in several places and far too big, leaning against a Motorcycle smoking.

His slovenly appearance was extremely eyesore, so much so that all the schoolgirls passing by the Internet Cafe would detour far away when they saw him.

Guben rode over from the opposite alley and immediately saw those tattered Pants that looked like they were picked from a trash heap, and couldn't help but frown.

"Bro, you finally came."

Wang Fan seemed not to notice his Dislike, with a cigarette in his Mouth, he laughed and came over: "A Computer broke down for some reason again, hitting it is useless, I couldn't fix it, so I had to ask you to come repair it."

"Stay away from me, you reek of sweat."

Guben pushed him away in Dislike, locked his Mountain Bike, and entered the Internet Cafe.