"Part of his money, in addition to sending it to his two children, went to me."

"Jiang Fengqi is just a shaved head, how much money can he have? You are worried about his money, is it too ugly to eat! ”

"On the surface, Jiang Fengqi doesn't have any money, but in fact, it's not."

Fishing needs bait, and Mei Fanglan must have taken a fancy to the money in Jiang Fengqi's pocket.

"Do you mean Jiang Fengqi deliberately pretending to be poor?"

"He's got something on his hands."

Chen Jie looked at Ouyang Ping and Liu Dayu, what Mei Fanglan said were the five things mentioned by Ran Ruzhai in his suicide note to Ran Shikai?

"Jiang Fengqi has something in his hand? When did this happen? When you hook up, does he have something on his hands? ”

"Yes. He has some old objects on his hands. ”

This old object flies over the old object.

"Where did those old things come from?"

"Some of them were left to him by his parents -- heirlooms from their family."

No wonder Mei Fanglan can maintain an improper relationship with Jiang Fengqi for such a long time, and Jiang Fengqi still has some capital in his pocket.

The author has explained before: Jiang Fengqi's father was a university professor, his mother was an editor of a newspaper, his grandfather was a senior official in the Kuomintang army, and it is entirely possible that his parents have a few old ancestral objects in their hands.

It can be seen from this that Jiang Fengqi has a natural sense of smell and sensitivity to old objects, and the reason why he has lived in No. 186 for so long is most likely to look for the smell of old objects hidden in the secret room by Ran Ruzhai.

"According to what you say, you have the old things that Jiang Fengqi gave you in your hands."

"Jiang Fengqi bought a few old things, and he was so focused that he wanted me to cut off my past livelihood."

It's a man, and he doesn't want the woman he likes to lie in someone else's arms. Jiang Fengqi is no exception, for the old cow who will wind up, Mei Fanglan is a tender grass!

"Have you seen those old objects?"

"Yes."

"How many have you seen?"

"I've seen three of them—I've only seen three, and Jiang Fengqi probably has more than three on his hands."

"What kind of old thing is it?"

"One is a jade incense burner, the other is a pearl - a string of pearls, and the other is a jade ruyi."

"What is the jade incense burner?"

"It's an incense burner carved from a whole piece of jade."

"Jiang Fengqi sold a few old things? How much did it sell? ”

"How much it was sold, I don't know."

"How much did Jiang Fengqi spend on you?"

"Before and after, there are fifty or sixty thousand."

From the 70s to the 90s, 50,000 or 60,000 yuan was not a small amount.

"How much money can you make a year in your old business?"

"It's not good, I can support myself anyway, I can't go hungry, but I can't make a fortune."

"Fifty or sixty thousand yuan is not a small amount, why don't you stop?"

"I've gone too far on this road, how can I say just stop? Over the years, Jiang Fengqi has become accustomed to it. He didn't mention anything about letting me stop anymore, and besides, he's not young anymore, and it's business as usual, isn't it? Life is like a dream, wealth is in the sky, who can resist life? ”

"You really can't do this kind of business that makes people poke their backbones in the back."

"How so? Although the world despises us people, many men like to climb into our beds, what can we do? If there was a way out, I wouldn't do this kind of business! ”