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"Well, the kid finally got into college, but the tuition is so expensive. He blame me for the incompetence of the old man. He wants to quit school to work."

Old Li said with a sad look on his head.

Yang Zimei's heart was bitter.

In this world, some people are easy to make money, and even if they spend a lot of money, it is difficult for some people to make a few cents.

"Uncle Li, believe it or not, is this really valuable antique?" Yang Zimei asked, shaking the pendant, "If it is really antique, would you buy it for me so cheaply, would you regret it?"

"Xiaomei, don't make fun of your old Uncle Li, even if it is true, it has already been sold to you. I have no life for it, what can I regret?"

Old Li head smiled bitterly.

"Uncle Li, I think this may be true, so I'll give you five thousand yuan. Will you sell it?"

Yang Zimei blinked, and 5,000 yuan came out of the bag.

Lao Li stared straight at the five thousand yuan and swallowed.

My son is paying five thousand tuition fees!

However, this thing is obviously fake. It is produced by the processing plant's unified assembly line. You can see one or two at each stall on Brunei Street.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally shook his head, "Little eyebrow, this thing is really not true. If you think you want to make Uncle Li earn some money, then give Uncle 20 yuan and let Uncle make you Nineteen dollars, today's business is also satisfied. "

Yang Zimei listened and smiled.

Poverty without greed, just like Li Zhen, is very rare.

"Okay, then I'll give you twenty yuan, and these five thousand yuan will be lent to you first, when you have money, then return me."

Yang Zimei took out another twenty yuan.

"Xiaomei, do you really want to borrow money from your uncle? Uncle may not be able to afford it for a long time." Old Li head looked at Yang Zimei's eyes, his voice was trembling, his voice was trembling.

"Uncle Li, I'm not bad at money, you pay me back slowly, how much and how much?"

"Little eyebrow, you are so kind to your uncle. Was your uncle still thinking about you?"

Old Li's head was ashamed.

"You are the normal behavior of the seller. Who doesn't do this business in Brunei Street? I won't blame you, hey, you didn't fool me anyway."

Yang Zimei handed him five thousand yuan on his hand, "Don't worry, take it home and pay the tuition for your son."

"Thank Xiaomei, thank Xiaomei, I'll give you an IOU."

Lao Li flipped the pen and paper out of the bag and wrote an IOU to Yang Zimei, saying kindly: "Little eyebrow, if I don't have the ability to pay back, then you will take this IOU to make my son pay back, we old Li Home is definitely not a bad debt. "

"I believe you."

Originally, Yang Zimei wanted to give him these five thousand yuan, but did not intend to take it back.

Now seeing his self-esteem, he took over the IOU, clipped it in his wallet, greeted several other stall owners, and went directly to Mo Xuan to Song Xuan.

Mo Xuan also opened the door early.

Two guys were holding a big broom and cleaning the nearby sanitation at the door. When they saw Yang Zimei, they immediately put down the broom and greeted him warmly, "Xiaomei, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why is it so early today?"

"I want to find Mr. Song. Is he in the store?"

Yang Zimei asked.

"Mr. Song is out, but the boss is here."

I heard that Song Xuan was absent, and Yang Zimei was a little disappointed. The main purpose of this visit was to find him to identify the mirror.

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