"Xiao Fan, did you call the salary again? I don't know how to keep some for myself. I will take good care of your father. You don't have to worry too much."
"It's okay. Mom, I'm living a good life here. The boss likes me. I don't need any money. Please persuade Dad to go to the hospital for treatment..."
After hanging up his mother's phone, Chen Fan's nose twitched and tears could not stop flowing down. His father had liver cancer, but his family could not afford to pay for it, so he refused to go to the hospital.
Chen Fan had asked someone for advice. If he wanted to treat his father's liver cancer, he needed at least two years to be treated in the hospital, and the annual cost was up to 500,000 yuan. So, that was to say, Chen Fan needed at least one million yuan to cure his father.
However, Chen Fan, who had graduated from high school and did not go to college, had to work as an apprentice in an antique shop. Not to mention a million, it was difficult for him to pay 100 yuan now.
Thinking of this, Chen Fan became more and more sad. But for his father, even if he had to risk his life, he must get one million!
"Chen Fan, Chen Fan, where did you die? Didn't you see any guests coming? Hurry up and serve good tea!"
Suddenly, there was a scolding shout. Chen Fan came to his senses and said in a hurry, "It's coming, it's coming!"
Chen Fan wiped his tears and quickly poured a cup of Longjing tea according to the boss's "secret signal".
This was the rule of the Good House. The boss would say different nickname according to the degree of dignity of the guests, and Chen Fan would be responsible for pouring tea with these secret password.
For example, pouring tea meant that the guest's identity was ordinary, and only ordinary Biluochun was enough. If it was pouring tea, it meant that his identity was not low. At this time, he needed to pour tea. When the boss said "to serve tea", it meant that the guest's identity was noble, so Chen Fan had to pour the best Longjing Tea in the store.
What kind of big business did he come with the need of the Well-for-the-Back Dragon?
Chen Fan muttered to himself. After serving the tea, he looked at his boss secretly and found that the man talking with his boss was a middle-aged man in his fifties. In the center of their table, there was a blue-and-white porcelain bowl with branches and lotus patterns.
It had been two years since he came to Goodger House. Although his boss, Huang Shiren, was not willing to teach Chen Fan, he had learned a lot of antiques through his own research. Therefore, after a few glances, Chen Fan immediately came to a conclusion.
This blue-and-white porcelain bowl was decorated with branches and lotus patterns. Its color was dark and its color was dark. Judging from its appearance alone, it was quite good. But Chen Fan felt that this porcelain did not reach the level of a dragon well.
While Chen Fan was lost in thought, Huang Shiren had already negotiated with the guests about the price. The price was 50,000 yuan. Now that they had signed the contract, it could be counted as a deal.
After the guests left, Huang Shiren held the blue-and-white porcelain bowl and rubbed it over and over again. He laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.
"The official kiln in the 28th year of the Qing dynasty, which cost 50,000 yuan, was twice as much as what we used to buy. We've earned a lot!"
As he said that, he walked happily toward the inner room, leaving Chen Fan standing there in a daze.
It was an antique game that was not of good quality. He earned 50,000 yuan just by turning around. It was just like picking it up. If he had this 50,000 yuan, it would be great. Then his father would be able to live in the hospital first...
Chen Fan sighed secretly in his heart and walked out of the restaurant. It was time for lunch. In order to save money, Huang Shiren usually only gave him 20 yuan per meal box. However, Chen Fan would use his own money to buy the cheapest fried rice. In this way, he could save dinner money with only five yuan.
When he came back, Chen Fan was absent-minded while walking. He was wondering whether he should change his job. Even if he went to the construction site to work as a coolie, he would earn much more than he did as an apprentice!
But when he saw his thin arm, Chen Fan had no choice but to laugh at himself.
"Little brother, okay, I haven't eaten for a few days..."
At this moment, an old man in rags appeared in front of Chen Fan. He leaned against the steps of the road with difficulty and looked weak.
Chen Fan was stunned. After a long silence, he sighed deeply. Then he walked to the old beggar and put his fried rice in front of him.
"Grandpa, we are all miserable people. I can only help you to this point."
After that, Chen Fan was about to leave, but the old beggar said faintly, "Little brother, do you think your life is not good?"
Hearing this, Chen Fan suddenly thought of his father who was suffering and resisting the disease, but he couldn't do anything about it. His heart sank, and he subconsciously murmured, "No, it's not good at all..."
"Then I'll give this to you..."
With this, the old beggar handed over a green glass bead from his arms.
"Good luck to you."
Chen Fan glanced at it casually and found that the bead was not as valuable as it looked. So he didn't care about it and said with a bitter smile, "I'll give you a piece of good news."
The old beggar turned around and left. Chen Fan stood in the same place with the glass bead in his hand. He only felt a burst of absurdity. He was actually comforted by a beggar. What kind of world was this?
But somehow, Chen Fan suddenly felt a cool feeling emerging in his eyes. In a flash, it spread all over his body and made him extremely comfortable.
When he came to his senses again, he didn't know how long it had been. His face suddenly changed, and he ran to the restaurant with the lunch box.
After being scolded by Huang Shiren for a while, Chen Fan blankly sat at the front desk. Looking at Huang Shiren's delicious food in the room, he couldn't help swallowing. Then he thought of the old beggar.
Suddenly, he looked at his empty palm and said doubtfully, "It's strange. Where have you gone..."
The glass bead that the old beggar gave him was missing, but it was not anything valuable, so he didn't take it seriously.
In the afternoon, there were no customers in the store. Huang Shiren said a few words casually and drove away.
Chen Fan sat in the restaurant fretfully, thinking about the million yuan he had given to his father.
Where on earth should he go to find such a large amount of money?
Chen Fan sighed, took out the rag, and began to wipe the antiques in the shop. Generally speaking, antique was not easy to clean, because it was easy to be damaged. But the Good House was a small shop, and the valuable things were hidden by Huang Shiren. What was placed outside were basically fakes.
Chen Fan picked up a piece of porcelain and skillfully wiped the dust at the bottom of the porcelain with a rag. But at this moment, Chen Fan looked at the porcelain in his hand and was suddenly stunned.
After a moment of silence, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and looked at it again. He was stunned.
This was because, in his eyes, the porcelain vase was glowing with a faint light...
