Chapter 609 Return

Cheng Jianjun's imprisonment became the biggest hot news for a while, not only among the neighbors, but also in the antique market. In the column of Today's Statement and on the pages of newspapers, the headline was "Beijing police cracked a major antique counterfeiting fraud case"...

The neighbors didn't have any special reaction, because they were not fools. Since they knew about Cheng Jianjun's rapid wealth, combined with Cheng Jianjun's criminal record, these people had nothing good to say. Now it's just confirmed. But on the other hand, they really admire Cheng Jianjun. This kid is really too hardworking. He is self-taught and can forge and cheat people's money in just a few years.

And everyone is in the same circle of life. They also know that although the original large-scale elevator villa was seized and auctioned, Cheng's father and mother bought another house afterwards. Of course, they all understand that this is the money Cheng Jianjun cheated.

They even began to think about whether it is worth it to get hundreds of thousands of dollars and be imprisoned for decades. Of course, not everyone wants to commit crimes, but they just want to get together and brag when they have nothing to do.

The biggest impact is on the antique market. Because this time Cheng Jianjun committed a huge amount of money, and it has only been three years. But since the antique market has been active in the 1990s, what about those who are more skilled in counterfeiting? So after Cheng Jianjun was sentenced, the antique market ushered in a period of severe crackdowns, and many counterfeiters and colluders were arrested, and some tomb-robbing gangs were caught following the stolen goods. As a result, the antique market environment was temporarily purified, and the overall price rose to a certain extent...

To some extent, Cheng Jianjun is very legendary. He was imprisoned three times, and he stood up again the first two times. He has been a civil servant and a big boss. In just one or two years, he was able to learn to counterfeit antiques, and he can be called proficient. His fraudulent skills are great, and his victims are numerous. The cumulative amount of money committed is tens of millions. And all this, in a real sense, only started after he graduated from university in 1982. Because it was then that the further opening up began, the market vitality increased greatly, and opportunities were everywhere. That year, he was 30 years old.

Cheng Jianjun worked as a civil servant for only one year, and then he was sentenced to four years in prison in 1983. After being released from prison in 1987, he went to the south to do business, and it was another short year. In 1988, he was sentenced to nine years and six months for the crime he committed in the south. He was released from prison for the second time in 1998, and began to learn porcelain making, and then began to forge. In 2001, he was imprisoned for the incident, and there were only more than three years in between. In the end, Cheng Jianjun had only five years of real freedom since 1982. It was during these five years that he did so many things. He was a ruthless man and was indeed capable.

However, no matter how capable he was, he could only sing the tears behind the iron bars and encourage himself with the words "Jianjun'er has never been inferior to others in his life, I am the unbeatable Cheng Jianjun", so as to survive the difficult prison time and make himself stronger...

The only people who care about Cheng Jianjun may be Cheng's father and mother who have long given up. But the old couple who had never felt at ease in their lives did not last long. Cheng Jianjun's three imprisonments still affected them. Because Cheng Jianjun was already 49 years old, he would be an old man when he was released from prison. Perhaps this son only lived for the first 30 years.

They thought about the miserable old age of their eldest son and became sick with worry. Their already poor health became increasingly unwell. Finally, in 2004, Cheng's father passed away first, and in 2005, Cheng's mother passed away with the regret of not disciplining her son for half her life.

People always die. Only when new people replace old people can society progress and develop. Once a person lives for a long time, it is not a good thing to still cling to power. Because when people get old, they are prone to confusion, their movements are easily deformed, and the impact is not so good. At the same time, the young people under them are also old. After being influenced by the former for too long, they have lost their vitality, creativity and courage, and are no longer in good shape.

As for the ordinary people, they are annoying when they live for a long time, and they can't get over it. Because Lao Guantou did not have the cerebral infarction that Guan Xiaoguanqi had, his own son also sold his overseas business and returned to China to develop, and he was filial to his parents. He also had a filial apprentice like Han Chunming to serve him. The inheritance was arranged clearly and clearly, and he did not fake his death. He just listened to operas and drank every day.

One late night in the early spring of 2009, he fell asleep and never woke up. When he was found, his face was peaceful and he died at the age of 101, fulfilling his promise of living over 100 years old.

Lao Guantou was born in the late Qing Dynasty and grew up in the Republic of China. He experienced the turmoil in China and witnessed the rise of New China. He lived to the new century, watched the Olympics, and felt the great changes brought about by the development of science and technology. He did not experience any great hardships in his life, let alone great sins, but he never suffered from poverty and lack of food and drink. Although his legs and feet were not smooth, his speech was not clear, and his brain was not smart, he was not paralyzed after all. When he died, he passed away in a sleep. Except for his son and daughter-in-law, he is a winner in life...

The funeral was still held at Chapiaoxiang, because it is a big place. For so many years, they usually hold banquets and dinners here. At this time, the restaurant was crowded and noisy. For a funeral, although it is always sad to see familiar people leave, it is not so sad to think that Lao Guan lived to be 101 years old. Of course, people came to give gifts, which is a kind of interpersonal relationship. Lao Guan died at the age of 100. Those real close relatives and old friends are not alive. Most of them are unfamiliar younger generations.

The almost eighty-year-old Shapohou Hou had gray hair and slow movements. He held the wine glass to his mouth and sniffled vigorously. Then he put down the wine glass, picked up a peanut, and then looked up at the table of people with smiles on their lips and sighed. : "The more I live, the more I admire Mr. Guan. He is in such good health. I remember when I first came to visit in 1981, the old man was... seventy-three, right? He was only a few years younger than me. At that time, he was... I'm not afraid of food and wine. When I was eighty, I could still drink three taels per meal, and there was still a gust of wind in the corridor. Look at me now, I'm only seventy-eight..."

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "That's good. I can't drink anymore, but I'm not paralyzed on the bed and can't move. Do you think anyone can live as long as you? Even if you can live to this age, how many can move freely? of?"

"To say this, I really admire the prince. He is fifty-seven, right? He is the chairman of such a big company, with hundreds of thousands of people in charge. He doesn't have a gray hair on his head, and he looks like someone who is three or four years old. The same thing, he has not changed in these years. Standing with Xiao Bin and others, if he doesn't have a mature and graceful demeanor, he will be the same as his peers. "

Taozi, who had not appeared for a long time and had gray hair and big wrinkles on his face, stuttered and said this. He has done well over the years. In addition to the hotel business, Han Chunming has taken him with him in all his business, and the price has increased by hundreds of millions. After all, if nothing else, he owns 60% of the property rights of the three-story building where he is now, which is a lot of money. In addition, he followed Han Chunming's footsteps and also owned two houses and a construction company, so he was not short of money.

Wang Bin, who was sitting at the table behind him, heard this and turned around and said: "Uncle Tao, please don't say that. I just practiced with my dad last week, and you guys didn't watch. Then give me a beating. This It took two days to recover. He is not the same age as me, but he is younger than me."

Although he is thirty-three years old, he is often troubled by having such an awesome father. Fortunately, his son and daughter are still young and they are kissed by a generation apart, so the old man doesn't like to talk to him...

Madu smiled, they all knew that this boy always got beaten: "Looking at it this way, I think it's not a big problem for the prince to live to be more than a hundred years old."

"That's for sure. You can tell by looking at his current state." Bashao Hou sighed: "I guess, I've only been here for the past few years..."

"Hey, Po Po Hou, I don't want to say depressing words. You have to work hard to be a hundred years old." Han Chunming came over and patted Ba Po Hou on the shoulder: "Today is my master's meal, don't talk about whether you will die or not." Yes, be careful if my master takes you down."

"Master Marquis, you will definitely live a long life with your body and bones." Guan Ziqing, who came over, smiled and raised his glass: "As a son, I would like to thank you for taking care of my dad over the years. Come, let me respect you."

He is also a dying man in his seventies, and has long lost all those thoughts. Regarding the inheritance, Han Chunming had already made it clear before. Han Chunming gave Guan Xiaoguan 100 million in cash. Although according to the current market price of antiques, the money is not enough and there is still a lot of difference, but it is good to have the money. After all, the old things have been put in Han Chunming's museum, so they are quite content. Besides, in the past few years, Han Chunming had helped Guan Xiaoguan a lot and made a lot of money along the way. It would be really shameless if he couldn't ask for another bicycle.

Everyone raised their small wine cups, took a sip, and said a few more words. Han Chunming, Guan Ziqing, Guan Xiaoguan and others then left to toast to others.

These people are all older, and the fact that they are still alive today is because of the plot. Because the original age was quite chaotic, so now everyone is still alive and kicking. The death of Lao Guanjun was just the beginning, and these people were almost there in the next few years. Wang Yan looked over and saw that everyone was sick...

They didn't care about that anymore, and the people at the same table continued to chat. Of course, they didn't talk about history and culture. Today was Laoguan's Baixi event. Of course, what they were talking about was what happened between Laoguan and Laoguan in the past few years. In fact, a few years ago, their topic was no longer about history and culture, but about life and began to look back on the past. They all felt the heaviness of their bodies and the fatigue of their spirits, and they couldn't help but start to reminisce about the past.

Of course, Wang Yan is excepted. The slight decline in physical function does make it impossible for him to maintain a young heart, but he is not like these people. He mostly smiled and listened quietly, feeling that people were dying...

After dinner, the group dispersed in the afternoon, with a driver driving the car. Wang Yan and Wang Bin, father and son, returned to their home on Beichizi Street. After living there for so many years, taking into account the development of technology, it was renovated a few years ago to make it more modern.

There isn't much else in this house, just a lot of houses, so even though Wang Bin is married and has children, he still lives at home.

As soon as I entered the yard from the garage, I saw two little things running over, one behind the other, stumbling over, saying "Grandpa, Grandpa".

Of course these are Wang Bin's children. The older one is a boy, five years old this year, and the younger one is a girl, three years old this year. He inherited Wang Yan, Su Meng, Wang Bin, and the beautiful daughter-in-law from a government family he married into the family. She is very pleasant in appearance, and because she is young, she often makes jokes, which is very rare.

Wang Yan walked over with a smile and squatted in front of them. Unexpectedly, the older kid sniffed, then turned around and ran back: "Grandpa drank. He smells bad. I won't hug him."

Then, the little girl at the back stumbled to the front, sniffed like her brother, and then screamed, followed by a slurred sentence: "I'm drinking, no hugs..."

Wang Bin laughed, stepped forward and picked up his little daughter who was about to fall, and asked shamelessly: "Do you want me to hold her? Come on, let me give you a kiss."

The little girl resisted and stretched out her hands to cover her father's foul mouth, with rejection written all over her face...

Wang Yan walked over with a smile and went to the house to make tea.

Su Meng sat aside and asked, "How's it going? Is it okay?"

She knew that Wang Yan and Lao Guan Guan had been drinking for almost thirty years, and now that Lao Guan Guan was gone, she was worried that Wang Yan would be unhappy, so she cared about him.

Wang Yan shook his head and said, "I'm fine. He left alone without suffering any consequences. I have no idea whether I can survive this old man."

"You're almost done. As you are now, Uncle Guan really can't compare to you. He's almost sixty, not to mention young, but he still has the strength to beat his son. Oh my, I'm too old to compare."

Seeing Wang Yan's young appearance, vibrant skin, and high energy, Su Meng became angry. After all, she had spent a lot of money on maintaining her body over the years, and the result was not as good as Wang Yan, a man who didn't even wipe his body every day. In a few years, she doubted that others would recognize Wang Yan as her son when they went out together...

This is of course an exaggeration, but in a few years there will indeed be a difference. No one can stay young forever, even someone will be old one day.

Pouring a cup of tea for Su Meng, he smiled and said: "We are already an old married couple, why are we still studying those things? I just exercise all the year round, my muscles are more energetic, and my skin is more fresh. How can I dislike you?" "

"Hmph, among the partners I have met over the years, there is not a single good man, and there is not a cat that does not cheat..."

"Drink your tea. I'm getting old, but I'm still saying mean things."

"Yeah, I'm getting old." Su Meng sighed: "I don't know how long my parents can survive..."

Wang Yan shook his head and said nothing. He drank tea by himself and looked at the two cubs playing wildly outside.

To understand death correctly, the most important thing for people to understand is this: no one will stay with you forever. But even if you have the correct understanding, it is still a difficult hurdle, because the most painful thing is only when it happens to you. So what should be faced must always be faced.

In 1000, Su's father died of illness. His heart was already on a stent. It was normal for old-age diseases to cause him to be unable to hold on. After spending half a month in the hospital, I couldn't get over it. Three months later, the sad mother Su also passed away. She didn't have that big of a problem, she just slept and left. The two have a very good relationship and have watched each other all their lives. They are both diligent and hard-working teachers of the people...

Han Mu also passed away in the same year.

One year later, Ba Po Hou died of illness. Before he died, he drank his last sip of Erguotou, hummed the jingle he used to collect rags, and left a calm and relaxed sentence: "See you later..."

The Shapoh Hou vowed that he could live longer than his old son-in-law, but he failed to do so. In one or two years, Liu Jinyou, a fat old boy, became the thinnest in his life before he died. Only skin and bones were left, and he died in pain.

Also in this year, Lao Guan's daughter-in-law, Guan Ziqing's daughter-in-law, Liu Hongmei, died of illness. In 14 years, Guan Ziqing suffered from cerebral infarction and could not be saved...

In the summer of 2015, 63-year-old Cheng Jianjun once again stood in front of the prison gate. He seemed to be in good spirits, but his hair was inevitably white, his face was covered with age spots, and his body was stooped.

He slowly turned around, put his hand on his forehead and looked at the sun. Thirty years passed in a blink of an eye, just like when he was released from prison for the first time in 1987...

After watching for a while, he turned around and let out a deep breath, rolled his eyes vigorously a few times, and followed the middle-aged prison guard toward the door with stumbling steps, ending his third prison life that lasted fourteen years.

The person who came to pick him up was his brother who was eight years younger than him. I went to take a bath and eat, and of course I didn't forget to pay homage to the graves of my deceased parents and tell them that their eldest son was out.

During this process, he also inquired about what happened in the past fourteen years. So many people had died. Why weren't Han Chunming and Wang Yan still dead? When will they die?

He no longer knows how to retaliate against Han Chunming, let alone the awesome Wang Yan, so for now, he can only strive to outlive Wang Yan.

It makes him sad to think about this person who has never taken him seriously in his life, who stole his woman and caused him to make a fool of himself in front of so many people at the class reunion, which has hurt him all his life. He could only rely on this method to find comfort in his heart.

He also didn't forget to visit his biological son and grandson. Although no one recognized him, he didn't feel much discomfort, because in the end, it was his blood that remained. Moreover, since he was thirty years old, he was either in jail or fighting for revenge on Wang Yan. He had not seen his biological son even a few times. At that time, his son was only six years old, so he understood it very well.

I rented a taxi for two days and drove around the capital for two days. I saw a very different capital all the way, listened to the driver's eloquent introduction, and adapted to the new world.

He is not short of money. A piece of Ming Dynasty porcelain can easily cost RMB 1.8 million. The money he left before, excluding the big house his brother later bought with a loan, paid for his parents' expenses for three years. , and after paying off the mortgage for so many years, there is still more than one million left. His brother is very well-behaved. Apart from letting his son get married and live in the big house, he has not touched his money for so many years except to pay off the mortgage.

He bought fashionable new clothes and the most high-end mobile phone produced by a subsidiary of Huaxia Longteng Group, and learned how to play.

After recuperating for half a month, he went to Han Chunming's museum in Mentougou, where he met Han Chunming, who was lovingly supporting Cai Xiaoli and helping his son take care of his children.

The two sat together harmoniously and talked about the past thirty years, full of sighs. After chatting for a while, he declined the invitation to dinner and went home in the car arranged by Han Chunming.

He came to Han Chunming for no other purpose, just to see what Han Chunming was like and tell him not to die too early.

The next day, after breakfast, he went to Beichizi Street, opposite the big house facing the wall of the Forbidden City, and looked at the north-facing alley gate, where two soldiers with guns stood guard. Just watching, he was waiting for Wang Yan. He wanted to see Wang Yan and see how long Wang Yan could live. At the same time, he also wanted to confirm whether what happened to him before was done by Wang Yan.

He didn't dare to report rashly, and was also afraid that Wang Yan would not see him after reporting his name, so he just waited.

After waiting for a whole morning, he didn't see Wang Yan, so he went to have lunch and came back to continue sitting on the roadside waiting. It was not until after four o'clock in the afternoon that he saw a car coming from a distance and drove directly into the garage door that had been opened in the alley. He quickly stood up and waved.

The car stopped at the door of the garage door. He saw Wang Yan getting out of the car, and also saw the two good-looking children getting out of the car. He saw Wang Yan gave the short-haired boy a light kick, and rubbed the head of the long-haired little girl, and looked at the two children kindly as they ran into the garage and went home.

He saw Wang Yan standing opposite with a cigarette, still with the damn smiling expression in his memory.

In his memory, it seemed that Wang Yan would always be like this, including when he slapped him in the face in 1983 and kicked him in the heart, he was always so smiling and calm.

He crossed the street, approached Wang Yan's unchanged face, and said, "You haven't changed much in all these years. Are you in good health?"

"You don't seem to be well." Wang Yan exhaled a puff of cigarette and said lightly, "I heard that you were hanging around across the street this morning. What do you want to talk to me about?"

Cheng Jianjun was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look at the all-round surveillance cameras around him, as well as the soldiers who were clearly on guard not far away and ready to shoot at any time. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's different when you are in a high position..."

Not getting a response, he smiled awkwardly and asked, "I came here just to get an answer."

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows and exhaled a puff of cigarette: "You already have the answer, don't you?"

After saying that, regardless of his instantly flushed face, he chuckled, turned into the garage, and went home to play with the children...

Sometimes thinking of the answer and really confirming the answer are two different things.

Cheng Jianjun didn't have the idea that he imagined. In fact, as long as Wang Yan didn't die, he would never be able to understand it in this life. He stood there in a daze for a long time, his chest rising and falling rapidly. After a long while, he let out a long breath, turned around and staggered away.

He walked like this, his mind full of his experiences over the years, and Wang Yan's calmness, especially the look in his eyes, looking at him like an ant. He knew that since Wang Yan had sent him to prison three times, he must have known all his actions from beginning to end. He has been living under people's eyes all these years. Whenever he got a little better, he would be arrested. He was like a toy, being manipulated and played with by others, shame, great shame...

He walked all the way, thinking, I don't know how long he walked, anyway, it was dark, the street lights were on, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing at the door of the big courtyard.

He let out a long breath, stepped into the door, turned around the screen wall, and crossed the second door. This place was no different from the big courtyard in his memory. It's just that the people here have changed. He knows that the houses of the Han family, the Wang family, the Su family, and their family have all been rented out. The main purpose was not to make money, but to avoid the old house from being in a panic, so it was rented to wanderers from other places who came to Beijing.

He sighed again, walked slowly inside, turned through the moon gate, and stood in front of the door of his old house.

The door was locked, but the curtains were open. He looked through the window at the layout inside that no longer looked like what he remembered, and his mind was turning over every bit of his time here.

He had no home...

He shook his head, washed his face with tap water in front of the bluestone pool in the yard, looked back at the environment in the yard, sighed again, and then walked out slowly.

He walked through the moon gate, passed by the old house of the Han family, passed by Wang Yan's east wing, crossed the second door, and glanced at the stranger who didn't know him at the door of the first house in the back house.

He thought for a while, oh, Uncle Guo had died a long time ago, and most of the houses were rented out.

Thinking of the stubborn little man riding a big bike, Mr. Guo, who loved to take advantage of others, he smiled, turned around the screen wall, and wanted to step out of the door.

At this moment, his heavy legs tripped, and the whole person flew out uncontrollably due to inertia.

He struggled, turned around with great effort, and lay flat, looking at the already dark night sky.

"Oh, this life..."

He sighed, and there was no more movement...

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