After I Kicked My Ex-Husband, I Realized Financial Freedom

But Zhang Xiaoxi caught a word - do business.

She looked at Li Zicha with great interest, "Other appraisers help me identify the authenticity, why do you want to do business with me?"

Li Zicha scratched the back of his head, and said with some embarrassment: "You can guess this, you're pretty smart."

He coughed twice, "It's like this. My uncle's house has an authentic calligraphy and painting handed down from generation to generation. Because my uncle's daughter has an acute heart attack and the family is in urgent need of money, I can't buy this calligraphy and painting."

"So that's the case." Zhang Xiaoxi nodded, and asked again: "Then why do you think I can afford this money? Although I don't know much about antiques, I also know that authentic works of this level cost at least hundreds, or even tens of millions. .”

Li Zicha chuckled, "You are covered with low-key and expensive brands, unlike those collectors who pretend to be rich, you are a real rich man."

Zhang Xiaoxi has never been stingy about spending money on her own food and clothing. After making money in stocks and futures, she changed her outfits into the brands she liked to wear in her previous life. These brands are not common brands in the eyes of ordinary people, but It's not cheap, and each piece is handmade, so it's very comfortable to wear.

Zhang Xiaoxi was wondering how Li Zicha knew so much, and the other party answered her doubts in advance.

"Although I don't know the names of these brands on you, but there are many rich second generations in our university who wear clothes with the same logo as you, so I think sister, you must be very rich!"

This sentence managed to make Zhang Xiaoxi laugh.

The two chatted while walking, and soon arrived at Uncle Li Zicha's house.

The shop is not too big, and the location is very remote. When Zhang Xiaoxi went, there were no customers in the shop.

Li Zicha pushed the screen door open and shouted loudly after entering the room: "Uncle, I have brought you a distinguished guest!"

After a full three seconds, no one came out from the main room, Li Zicha smiled apologetically at her, and then shouted inside: "Uncle, come out, do you still want to sell your calligraphy and paintings!"

Nearly half a minute later, I saw a man walking staggeringly out of the main room. His eye sockets were darkened, his eyes were blurred and loose, his hair was disheveled, and his expression was a little dull. It was obvious that he hadn't rested for a long time.

Seeing that it was a pregnant woman, he quickly pinched out the cigarette on his hand.

"Ahem, no, I'm sorry, I have been addicted to cigarettes for more than ten years, so I can easily go anywhere." The man wiped his face, trying to make himself look more energetic, "What do you want to buy, Miss?"

Without waiting for Zhang Xiaoxi to speak, Li Zicha stepped forward and said, "Uncle, this sister is a big client, please quickly take out that pair of calligraphy and painting, she will definitely fall in love with her!"

The man glanced at Li Zicha, sighed deeply, turned around and walked to a closed cabinet, opened the lock, and took out a dusty box.

But he didn't bring it to Zhang Xiaoxi first, but put it in his hand and looked at it for a long time.

"Oh, what a crime!" The man shook his head, then turned around, and said sadly: "If there is any way, I will not fail to sell this heirloom calligraphy and painting, miss, I really can't help it Yes! My youngest daughter is only three years old this year, and she was diagnosed with congenital acute heart disease. The operation fee alone is more than 50 yuan, not including the money for future treatment. I... I really have nowhere to go!"

The man closed his eyes, tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes, and his tone was extremely heavy, "I only hope that the ancestors are alive in the sky, and can forgive my unfilial piety!"