Chapter 602 I Have an Idea

Standing outside the prison gate, Cheng Jianjun was a little confused for a moment, not knowing where to go.

Looking around, as expected, he did not see any relatives or friends coming to pick him up from prison. He let out a sigh of frustration, smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had empathy and could understand his parents and relatives.

His parents got married early, and they were 19 years older than him, and now they are 65. He himself was often overwhelmed, not to mention his parents who were already in their 60s. It takes several days to get here from the capital by the slow green train. His parents could not bear this kind of fatigue. In addition, he had to consider his parents' disappointment and sadness. In the past few years in prison, although he wrote back whenever he had something to do, caring about his parents' health and asking about Wang Yan and Han Chunming's recent situation, he received very few replies. He felt that his parents did not like him.

As for his younger brother, he is now in his thirties. He has a wife and children, and he has to work to support his family and take care of his parents. He had no time to care about his brother who had been in prison twice and spent thirteen years in prison.

He had no other friends, because most of them were victims of his deception.

Looking at the newly built buildings outside the prison, a feeling of things and people had changed emerged in his heart. In his memory nine years ago, it was originally a wasteland. Although there were mountains, water, green shadows and vitality in the south, it was no longer the same as it was when he came.

He once again felt the power of time and the great changes in the land of China under the regulation of national policies, and had a stronger sense of changing the world. If you want to say who feels the most about opening up, it is probably people like him who have been in prison for many years. When he went in, he was backward and poor, and when he came out, he saw that the world had changed...

After standing outside for a while, he sighed and walked towards the bus stop in the distance, and then went to the city and found a hotel to stay in.

Although his parents didn't reply to many letters to him, even if they did, they were not very long, and most of them asked him to reform himself. But in a few words, he also briefly mentioned the situation of Wang Yan and Han Chunming. He didn't know the details, but he knew that this big enemy and a small enemy were both alive and well. According to his understanding, after nine years, these two people must be more powerful than before.

How could he accept this? After all, he had been secretly studying for half his life, but he ended up in prison for more than ten years and achieved nothing. He must find a way to stand up again.

Not all of his money was dirty money, so it was not that all of his assets were gone. In fact, after dealing with the industry, there were still tens of thousands left. He was not in a hurry to return to the capital. He wanted to see the changes outside first. If possible, he wanted to find an opportunity to make some money before going back. Of course, he didn't want to make a lot of money. He knew that if it was like before, he would still have to go in. It was a whole ten years, and he was a little scared and couldn't bear it. Of course, this was mainly because he was already forty-six. If he was twenty-six, he probably wouldn't be afraid of those things. He didn't want to die in prison.

This time, he studied for nine years. Some people went out and some people came in. He gained something again. He was afraid of making big money, but he felt that making small money was not a big problem.

In fact, it was true. Cheng Jianjun's deception skills summarized by years of practice were already very advanced, and few people could see through them. Moreover, the amount of his single crime was not large, and the victims basically swallowed their anger and did not think of pursuing the matter. After all, they were deceived because they wanted to make a lot of money, and they just thought of it as a lesson.

In this way, a man whose ID card had expired stayed in the south for two months, and by cheating and deceiving, he made a fortune that ordinary people in this era could only make after working for many years.

In August, Cheng Jianjun, wearing a pure white long-sleeved shirt, black trousers, leather shoes, and a big back hair, got off the taxi, took out a brand new suitcase from the trunk, and stood at the door of the slum where he grew up but wanted to stay away from, with the style of a successful person. He stomped his feet, and the dust covered the shiny big leather shoes he had rubbed on the back seat of the taxi.

Cheng Jianjun, who is not inferior to others and cannot be defeated... is back!

"Hey, isn't this Jianjun? I haven't seen you for many years. Look at your dress. Have you become a big boss? Let me tell you, Jianjun, your parents have had a hard time these years. You haven't been back for these years, and there are a lot of gossips. Where have you been these years? Why haven't you made any noise?"

"Uncle Guo, you are still in good health. You were doing business in the south before, and then you went abroad for something and came back recently." Cheng Jianjun wrote to his parents in a letter pretending to be abroad. Although he knew that not many people would believe it, it was still a reasonable reason.

He didn't dwell on these things. He looked at the box that Grandpa Guo was holding and asked curiously, "You're holding it so tightly. What treasure is inside?"

"Hey, you have good eyes. You know there's a treasure inside even before you see it." Grandpa Guo laughed. He was picking up bargains recently. He was of course happy to hear Cheng Jianjun's auspicious words. He immediately said, "You'll know if you come home with me. I don't believe this. Can Han Chunming get all the good things?"

"Han Chunming?" Hearing the name of his little enemy, Cheng Jianjun was startled. He wanted to know the situation and immediately asked, "What happened to him?"

"Ah, yes, you haven't been back in these years, so you don't know the situation. Han Chunming took a big piece of land in Mentougou, a place where birds don't shit, and opened a museum. He opened the museum in the first two months and invited us neighbors My neighbor had a meal at Cha Piao Xiang, and then he found a bus to take us there. He said, there are tens of thousands of antiques, and I heard that’s not all. How much do they cost? I just want to chat with us old neighbors, look how rich I am, you poor guys."

Uncle Guo snorted disdainfully: "Isn't it after watching it at his place that I remembered these old things at home? Show it to that kid Han Chunming and let him look at it. Hey, what do you mean? In There is no real thing in his mouth, it is all fake. He also said hypocritically that it is too late to pick up these old things now. Nine out of ten things on the market are fake. Do you know what this guy is thinking about? He just cares about the things in my hands. Otherwise, how could he lower the price? How else did he get the things in the museum through deception?

While Uncle Guo was full of resentful thoughts towards Han Chunming, the two of them entered the yard, turned around the screen wall, and pushed the door of the first house with a reverse floor. He poured Cheng Jianjun another glass of water and then started to play with the things he had brought back.

Cheng Jianjun looked at the bottles and jars and various porcelains with patterns in the room. He carefully picked up one and looked at it, and asked doubtfully: "Are these things you mentioned real? Are they worth it?" Less money?"

Uncle Guo was embarrassed for a moment and did not answer. He instead said, "Look at this one I just found. It belongs to the Qianlong Dynasty."

Cheng Jianjun was very supportive and did not rush home. He just held it like this and listened to Uncle Guo talking about antiques for a while. Of course, there were also some things about Han Chunming. How was the business? What is the specific address of the museum? Openness and the like.

From the mouth of Uncle Guo, who is crazy about getting rich, has some hatred for rich people, and already has some lemon juice, he tells everything he knows, hears, and thinks about Han Chunming's situation in the past few years. A disdainful tone.

In fact, speaking of it, this old boy's transformation is quite normal. After working exhaustingly for half his life, he still lived in a poor house, feeling the depreciation of money and the rise in prices. Han Chunming, a boy who had been indifferent since he was a child, suddenly became famous, eating fish and meat, and even driving a small car. No matter how good he looked at first, in his already unbalanced state of mind, he looked at Han Chunming with all kinds of displeasure, and felt that every move of Han Chunming was mocking him.

I also have a bunch of antiques that I bought so much before. Although I don’t know how much they cost, I can imagine that they must be worth a lot of money. They were all collected by Han Chunming at shabby prices over the years. That is naturally more uncomfortable. Because he doesn't think that he doesn't have the foresight, nor does he think that he doesn't have the knowledge reserve. He just thinks about why Han Chunming has caught up with all the good things, and why he is not so lucky.

After looking at Han Chunming's antiques, I came back and inquired about them again. I thought it was a way to make a fortune, so I thought about making a fortune by picking up some leaks. In the end, I came back with a bunch of things and asked Han Chunming to help me, saying that none of them were true. He didn't like Han Chunming to begin with, so he didn't want to see him even more.

Deception is a science of studying people, from expressions to psychology, and using logic to deduce from words. Cheng Jianjun may not have summarized it well, but his level is enough. In these conversations, he has understood Uncle Guo's thoughts and figured it out. This old boy knew that Uncle Guo's words were somewhat disparaging to Han Chunming, and he was just a neighbor living in the courtyard. He didn't know exactly how bad Han Chunming was. It was more speculation.

But he didn't care. He just asked first and would learn more about it later. He turned to ask about Wang Yan's situation: "Uncle Guo, where is Wang Yan in the front yard? How is he? I remember that he used to drink with Han Chunming and others, and they seemed to be talking about antiques and so on. ”

"Want to say that boy Wang Yan? He has been the boss of that state-owned enterprise for so many years and is very powerful. But since he moved to Beichizi Street, he has never been back to our hospital, except for those two times. When I go to Uncle Guan's house for dinner, I usually don't see anyone at all. I heard from Chunming that Wang Yan has a calligraphy and painting museum not far from Deshengmen. I went to see it. It has nine floors and is very impressive. He built that place for himself and no outsiders are allowed in. It is only open for a few days a year. This guy is rich. I feel that there should be a lot of good things in his place. After all, he is much richer than Han Chunming. "

Obviously, Uncle Guo doesn't have that much resentment towards Wang Yan, because Wang Yan is a college student and a scientist. He has seen his development step by step, and there are traces to follow. Besides, Wang Yan's status is too high, and he has moved out for many years and has become separated from the masses, so he is really out of reach. When Wang Yan lived in this courtyard before, he was pretty good to these neighbors and helped them with things, so even though they were out of reach, this good impression was retained.

Cheng Jianjun nodded: "Hey, Uncle Guo, what's the name of Wang Yan's museum? Where is it built? I'll go and see it some time."

"Mo Building, the name is quite interesting. I heard that there are only paintings and calligraphy in it, and there is nothing else, so it is named like this. The color of his building is also dark, so it is easy to recognize on the street. Saw it.”

"Okay, I get it. I'll go see it in two days." Cheng Jianjun stood up with a smile: "Uncle Guo, I won't disturb you. I just came back and haven't met my parents yet. Go back and see them quickly.”

"Hey, okay, let's talk when we have time. I'm happy to talk to you."

Uncle Guo walked Cheng Jianjun to the door, still obsessed with the feeling of bragging between talented people and ignorant people.

In fact, Cheng Jianjun in the original drama was not at his current level, because he did not go to prison to study, so he would not be able to hide his emotions better. If he provokes trouble, he will definitely not receive any retaliation in life, or he will not receive physical blows, but in prison, he will really be beaten, and he will never wait until the next day. …

Of course Cheng's father and Cheng's mother knew when Cheng Jianjun would be released from prison. Cheng Jianjun had already called him when he was in the south. Before coming back this time, I also announced the time to go home in advance. Besides, Cheng's father and Cheng's mother are retired and have nothing to do, so they are all at home at the moment.

However, the two of them didn't have a good look when they saw their own son coming back looking like a big boss, and they just felt helpless that iron could not be transformed into steel. It's normal to think that although Father Cheng and Mother Cheng are ordinary people, they never want their biological son to be so annoying. After a few good years, he spent thirteen years in prison. He couldn't bear to be left alone.

He didn’t even talk about living a good life in the future. He was already forty-six, how much more time would there be? Why do you care about that? So I just sighed, bent my body and went to cook, so that my worried eldest son could eat something good.

Of course Cheng Jianjun knows what his parents think. He has been the best at fooling his parents since he was a child. He held the two of them for a chat, and then explained that he still had the capital to do business. Then he began to promise to buy another building for them to take care of themselves in their old age, and to find a nanny to take care of them.

Such rhetoric finally made Cheng's father and mother Cheng smile, and they also began to criticize Cheng Jianjun's various shortcomings. Cheng Jianjun no longer had the same impatience as before. He sat there and listened to his parents' scoldings, while adding water to them from time to time.

Maybe he has really grown up, or maybe he is just dealing with his old parents with gray hair and dying. But at least this afternoon, he was a dutiful son...

In the evening, he invited his parents and younger brother's family to a gathering of friends not far away in Wangfujing, mainly to give his family peace of mind. His brother didn't say anything. After all, Cheng Jianjun bought the house he lives in now, so he didn't blame it. Overall, the meal was quite good and the family relationship was harmonious.

It was Cheng Jianjun who felt a little sad when he saw the harmonious appearance of his brother's family of three. His wife remarried and his son disowned him and even changed his name to his stepfather as dad. But this feeling only lasted for a moment. He was a man who wanted revenge. If he could not get revenge in this life, he would not be able to close his eyes or hold his breath until he died.

After a sumptuous reunion dinner, he said goodbye to his younger brother and his family of three. Although they were not far away, Cheng Jianjun still took a taxi and returned to the door of his house with his parents, who were already a little weak.

Coincidentally, as soon as they got out of the taxi, a black Poussin passed the taxi very flexibly and stopped not far in front.

Han Chunming, dressed in loose casual clothes, got out of the car and wandered to the door. He was stunned when he saw Cheng Jianjun: "Jianjun'er? You went out...you came back? When did you come back?"

Cheng Jianjun was not deaf. Of course he heard Han Chunming change his mind midway and turned around to let his parents go inside. He frowned and looked at Han Chunming: "Do you know about me?"

Since everyone is talking about being arrogant, there is no need to hide it anymore. Han Chunming said: "You underestimate yourself too much. Your problem is not trivial. At that time, everyone in the south was in danger due to you. "

"Do you have business in the south?"

"There are a few small places." Han Chunming waved his hands modestly and said: "But I know that the prince told me about you. It was after the New Year in 1989. Didn't you come back during the New Year? I talked to the prince and he told me. Later I inquired again and asked people to recharge you several times. "

"Were you the one who gave me the money?" Cheng Jianjun's eyes flickered, but that wasn't gratitude.

"Yeah, I can't help you with anything else. I can only give you some money so that you can live a better life there. It's my brother's share. It's not what I said, Jianjun'er, you will do it from now on. Stop fussing, you are already forty-six, half your life has passed, just be down-to-earth, stop doing those illegal things, and live a peaceful life. "

Han Chunming's best efforts to persuade him seemed to Cheng Jianjun to be a mockery of him. Who used him to pretend to be a good person and give him money, and who used him to preach?

But even though he wanted to kill Han Chunming, Cheng Jianjun still laughed and patted Han Chunming on the shoulder. He said: "Thank you for still thinking about me, buddy. At that time, I guessed that it was you, a good person with a Bodhisattva heart. My parents also told me that you have helped them a lot over the years, thank you. When I come back this time, I will open a small shop to earn some pension money. "

"It's nothing. We all live in the same hospital and grew up together. If something happens to your family, can I really just watch and not help?" Han Chunming waved his hand indifferently and raised his wrist. He glanced at the time through the dim light in the distance: "Okay, it's getting late. I won't tell you anymore. Let's talk when we have time. Let's go back."

"Hey, wait a minute. I heard that you opened a museum? Tell me what's going on?"

"Hey, it's nothing. I just collected a lot of things over the years..."

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