Chapter 3093: My Hands Are Truly Cheap!

In the night of Dubai, Xiao Changkun dragged his exhausted body from the city hotel to the airport.

Because the return ticket he bought was economy class, he could only sit on the hard bench next to the boarding gate and wait for the boarding gate to open.

During the wait, he opened the Jin Ling Charity Foundation website with a heart-wrenching feeling, found their donation account, and planned to donate 300,000 RMB to this foundation.

The reason he chose to donate to the Jin Ling Charity Foundation was that he saw many people in the antique business discussing Zhou Liangyun donating ten million to the Jin Ling Charity Foundation on his Moments.

Today, Zhou Liangyun became famous in the antique street, suddenly becoming the most handsome guy in the entire antique street. Some admired his powerful standards, some envied his ability to turn the tide, and some were jealous that he earned twenty million in one night.

And Zhou Liangyun was very straightforward. As soon as the twenty-million matter spread, he contacted the Jin Ling Charity Foundation and donated ten million RMB in his personal name, directly transferring the money without any hesitation.

The reason Zhou Liangyun wanted to donate ten million was mainly to try to reduce and slow down people's feelings of envy and jealousy toward him.

A sudden wealth would inevitably make many people feel uncomfortable, but if half of the money earned was gone all at once, many people who felt uncomfortable would naturally feel better.

Xiao Changkun originally felt extremely depressed when he thought about donating that 300,000, but when he thought about Zhou Liangyun donating ten million, he felt much better.

At this moment, he also hesitated in his heart, thinking: "Should I donate this money now, or wait until I see Zhou Liangyun and confirm he forgives me before donating?"

Thinking of this, he secretly thought: "If I donate it in person, I guess he will think I have no sincerity and not enough awareness. In this kind of situation, don't play any tricks. Just donate it first. At the very least, I can show my attitude. Even if that guy surnamed Zhou insists on calling the police, when the police come to me, I will have already donated the money. No matter what, I can strive for lenient treatment, right?"

With this thought, he gritted his teeth and transferred 300,000 to the foundation.

After the transfer was completed, he carefully downloaded the transfer voucher to his phone, preparing to show it to Zhou Liangyun after returning, and beg him to let him off.

The return flight was definitely a torture for Xiao Changkun, who was at his age and lacked exercise.

The comfort of the economy class seat was far worse than first class, and the flight was almost full. Xiao Changkun was squeezed between two men, and the journey was very painful. He couldn't close his eyes for a moment during the eight-hour flight.

When the plane landed in Jin Ling, Xiao Changkun felt as if he had lost half his life. When he stood up to get off the plane, his two legs couldn't stop trembling.

After finally getting out of the airport, Xiao Changkun immediately took out a disposable mask and put it on, fearing being recognized. Then he lined up for a taxi at the airport entrance. As soon as he got in the car, he couldn't wait to say to the driver: "Hello, please go to the antique street!"

The taxi driver saw his anxious look and said with a smile: "Going to the antique street in such a hurry right after getting off the plane, you must be here from out of town specifically to pick up a big leak, right?"

Xiao Changkun said unhappily: "I'm a local. Besides, there aren't so many leaks to pick up. Not letting others pick up leaks is already a blessing."

The driver laughed: "You're a local, and you don't go home first after getting off the plane, but go to the antique street. And you say you're not trying to pick up a leak."

As he spoke, the driver added: "Actually, let alone you, even I want to go to the antique street to pick up leaks. We taxi drivers work ourselves to death and only earn eight or ten thousand a month. Others can earn twenty million in one night. I can't earn that much even if I drive a taxi to death."

Xiao Changkun knew he must be talking about Zhou Liangyun, and he felt even more uncomfortable. His tone was also a bit displeased: "I'm going to the antique street to handle things, not to pick up leaks."

The driver asked curiously: "Not to pick up leaks? Then you haven't heard about what happened yesterday?"

As he spoke, the driver didn't wait for Xiao Changkun to express his position, and said excitedly: "Let me tell you, this matter is very magical, even movies don't dare to film it like this. There were a few idiots who bought a fake cultural relic and wanted to cheat a boss in the antique street. Who would have thought that the fake cultural relic those idiots bought was actually..."

Xiao Changkun's lungs were about to explode. He really wanted to roar at this talkative driver that he was one of the idiots he was talking about.

But reason still made him change his wording: "I'm sorry, I sat on a plane for eight hours, I'm too tired, I want to sleep for a while."

The driver asked in surprise: "Oh, you're back from abroad? Which country?"

Xiao Changkun closed his eyes and spat out two words: "Dubai."

The driver immediately said: "Oh! I heard Dubai is very rich, isn't it? They say their Burj Al Arab is seven-star or eight-star, and that Dubai Mall can't be finished in a few days. Is it really that powerful?"

Xiao Changkun was annoyed to death. He rolled back a few hours after landing, where would he have the chance to go to these places? Now being nagged by this driver, he felt even more annoyed, so he asked angrily: "Can you stop talking to me?"

The taxi driver said somewhat indignantly: "If I don't talk to the customer when driving a taxi, what should I drive? Besides, you take a taxi and don't talk to the driver?"

Xiao Changkun opened his eyes and asked unhappily: "I said I was tired and wanted to sleep for a while. Do you have to talk to me?"

The driver muttered somewhat disappointedly: "It's not that I have to talk, but if you want to rest, I won't talk, right? After all, when the company trained us, they also said that our line of work is customer first. If the customer wants to turn on the air conditioning, we must never just open the window. If the customer wants to take the lower road, we must never take the highway. The customer..."

Xiao Changkun felt despair in his heart and simply closed his eyes and ignored him.

After finally reaching the entrance of the antique street, Xiao Changkun paid the money and fled out of the car, then walked toward the antique street.

Because he was wearing a mask, he wasn't recognized when he entered the antique street. When he arrived at Zhou Liangyun's shop door, he found that Zhou Liangyun's shop was already crowded with people, basically all customers who came for paid antique appraisals.

Xiao Changkun was embarrassed to go in at this time, so he squatted on the side of the road for more than an hour, until Zhou Liangyun sent away all the customers, before he summoned the courage to come to the shop door.

Seeing someone push the door, Zhou Liangyun said: "I'm sorry, Zhenbao Pavilion is already closed today. If you want to appraise collections, come earlier tomorrow. We only give out eighty numbers a day, and we don't look at them after that."

Xiao Changkun slipped into the shop, took off his mask, and said nervously: "That... Boss Zhou, hello... it's me, Xiao Changkun..."

Zhou Liangyun looked up at Xiao Changkun, was stunned for a moment, and then feigned curiosity and asked: "Mr. Xiao, what are you doing here? Could it be that you also want to get the item back?"

"No, no..." Xiao Changkun waved his hand hurriedly and said: "How could I ask you to get the item back... I came back from Dubai specifically to apologize to you..."

"Apologize?" Zhou Liangyun smiled slightly, didn't play dumb, and asked straight: "Mr. Xiao, you came back because of Zhang Ermao's Moments post, right?"

Xiao Changkun couldn't deny it, so he nodded and said: "Yes..."

Zhou Liangyun said indifferently: "I benefited from this matter in the end, so there's no need to apologize."

Xiao Changkun hadn't come to his senses yet, thinking that his saying he didn't need to apologize was just being polite to him, so he hurriedly took out his phone, found his transfer record, and handed it over hurriedly, saying respectfully: "Boss Zhou, I know you must be very angry. After all, this matter was indeed not done kindly by me. But I have also realized my mistake. To show my attitude of knowing my mistake and correcting it, I donated all 300,000 to the Jin Ling Charity Foundation. I hope you can be the bigger person, see that I took the initiative to admit my mistake, and donated all the principal and interest, and don't hold it against me, let alone take this matter to the police..."

As he spoke, he hesitated again and again but was too embarrassed to kneel, so he simply bowed deeply to Zhou Liangyun, then put his hands in front of him, looked at Zhou Liangyun anxiously, and waited for his statement.

Zhou Liangyun looked at the transfer record on Xiao Changkun's phone, handed the phone back to him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xiao, I wasn't being polite to you. I'm really not angry, not angry at all."

"And to tell you the truth, I never intended to call the police from the beginning."

Xiao Changkun was stunned and asked subconsciously: "You really didn't intend to call the police?"

Zhou Liangyun nodded and said seriously: "Really didn't intend to. If I wanted to call the police, I would have done it long ago."

As he spoke, Zhou Liangyun added: "Think about it, the entire antique street knows that I picked up a leak and earned twenty million. After Zhang Ermao posted that Moments post, everyone also knows the ins and outs of this matter. They all say privately that you are the God of Wealth who sent the gift-giving boy. If I call the police to arrest you at this time, the entire antique street will think I'm not a decent person."

"Besides, I've been in the antique business for so many years, and I know the rules of our business. It's impossible to trouble the police because of this little thing. Even if I really lost 300,000, I wouldn't call the police."

Xiao Changkun breathed a sigh of relief instantly. He was most afraid of ending up in prison. Now with Zhou Liangyun's sincere answer, he could rest assured.

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized one thing: "Since Zhou Liangyun never intended to call the police from the beginning, didn't I donate this 300,000 for nothing?!"

Thinking of this, he almost collapsed in his heart and cursed: "Damn, my hands are truly cheap! Why was I in such a hurry to donate money? I should have waited to see Zhou Liangyun's attitude before making a decision! Now the money has been donated for ten hours. I don't know if I can get it back?!"

Immediately, the anxious Xiao Changkun snatched the phone from Zhou Liangyun's hand, couldn't wait to find the 24-hour donation hotline of the Jin Ling Charity Foundation, and called directly.

As soon as the call connected, the operator on the other side said politely: "Hello, this is the Jin Ling Charity Foundation, may I..."

Xiao Changkun didn't wait for the other party to finish, and asked impatiently: "That, I accidentally clicked wrong today and donated 300,000 to your foundation. Can you return this money to me?"