I moved around in the bed, turned on my laptop, and sent the pictures in the phone to my computer.
I had been in a hurry at that ti, but the years I had spent on my Wechat business had cultivated my photography skills and ensured that I photographed the murals clearly. Moreover, I took the kind of pictures that made people want to buy them.
After looking through so of the pictures, a negative feeling rose up in my heart. I shut my laptop, closed my eyes, and leaned back against the bed.
Physical aversion.
Many years ago, I had a strong physiological aversion to this industry. After taking such a long break, I thought I had recovered. When I first entered the South Sea Kings tomb, the cold and claustrophobic environnt made feel creeped out again. But in just thirty hours, the tediousness I felt toward this kind of environnt made a coback.
I didnt know if Uncle Two's words had provoked the disgust in my heart.
Back then, I was able to brace myself a little bit. If I had held on the whole way, I might have been able to keep going. But after slacking off for so long and suddenly starting back up again, I couldn't help recalling the nausea I felt at that mont.
I set the laptop aside, tilted my head back, and looked at the ceiling. Fatty was smacking his lips as he ate dried shrimp in the next bed over.
"If you give up, no one can force you to keep going," he said.
"Im not giving up, I feel sick," I retorted as I continued looking at the ceiling. "Objectively speaking, Im still an able-bodied worker in the pri of my life." I glanced at the muscles in my arm.
"Youre really not giving up? Are you still that handso young man whos full of resilience and never gives up?"
"Out with it!" I looked at him. It was obvious he had sothing to say.
Fatty pulled a folder out from behind him and threw it on my bed, "That's good. Youre not afraid of getting hit hard again. I was worried youd rush out and jump into the sea when I told you. Your Uncle Two took Wushanju back."
"Took it back? What do you an he took it back? I sat up. "My shop, why did he take it back?"
"In principle, its your father's shop. Your grandfather left it to him. Your father asked your Uncle Two to tell you that hes shutting the shop down. Theyre going to sell it to your Uncle Two and use the cash to open a restaurant for you."
"Bullshit!" I quickly opened the folder and found that it was full of property rights docunts. Open an unprofitable restaurant? The last thing Hangzhou needs is another restaurant. I thought about it and decided to call ho, but nobody answered. My heart suddenly felt sour.
Fatty sat down by my bed. "I advise you not to resist. You've done amazing things for half your life. It's not easy for your parents to make this decision. It just shows that theyre really worried about you. Youre not like . In fact, you have everything. You need to cherish it, you know. He handed a shrimp, "Why dont you go to Beijing with ?"
I leaned back in the bed as Fatty continued, "I heard that your Uncle Two hired Black Glasses. That guy is so poor that hes willing to take any job. You can leave it to a professional like him."
"Isn't he going blind?"
"That's why people are willing to pay him a high price. Let tell you, the two most expensive things in this world are a womans first ti and a mans last ti."
This is all a hideous ss, I said to myself. After thinking about it, I sent a short ssage to Xiao Hua, "Are you well off recently? I need the local boss to lend so money."
Xiao Hua didn't respond.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, but I wasnt worried yet. I decided to try communicating with Uncle Two again. If it didnt work, I would go and hang myself at Xie Yuhua's door if he didn't let borrow a start-up fund. Then I could go back and start up another shop. I knew Uncle Two was doing this for my own good, but I thought he was overdoing it. I knew he didnt want my family to worry about and he wanted to let go of my desires. I was okay doing that, but I wouldnt do it if soone was pressuring like this.
"Talk to your Uncle Two again." Fatty saw the head nurse coming in and quietly stuffed the cigarette he was holding under my blanket before taking out his cell phone, "I recently added a few sellers nearby, but they wont co out. Let's go shopping by ourselves." I saw so pictures of old porcelain on his phone. They were all sea porcelain that fishern had salvaged from the nearby coast. So were actually well preserved.
In other words, they were too well preserved. Fatty and I looked at each other, and he gave a wink. He had already seen it.
Sea porcelain in random internet searches was mostly damaged, so a lot of intact pieces indicated that the whole batch of porcelain ca from a big sunken ship. This was a big deal. It also ant there might be sothing better in the seller's hands.
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Mondays suck. Here's a random funny video if you all need a pick--up lol
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