1990s: Spring Water Family

Chapter 63 Contacting Antique Dealers to Sell Beds
"Huh, two years?"

Lin Xiyu exclaimed in shock, "That family is too greedy! My cousin works at a soy sauce factory, earning 400 yuan a month, plus extra bonuses during holidays. In two years, that's more than 10,000 yuan. They're just taking advantage of my misfortune."

"That's why these people are so hateful."

Grandma pounded her chest in anger, her eyes reddening: "If I weren't an old woman who couldn't move anymore, I wouldn't need to drag you all down with me, letting people bully our family for no reason."

"Grandma, please don't say that."

Lin Xiyu couldn't bear to see her grandmother sad, so she quickly comforted her, "You raised us all, so it's only right that we contribute to this family."

"Xi Yu, find a business card in that drawer."

Grandma pointed to the cabinet under the TV: "That was left by an antique collector. Last year he came to our house and took a fancy to this bed. He offered 15,000 yuan to buy it, but I didn't agree. Now I have to sell it even if I don't want to."

"Grandma."

Lin Xiyu hesitated and didn't move: "Are you really going to sell the bed?"

"If you're not selling the bed, are you going to sell your granddaughter?"

Grandma gave her a hard shove, her voice brooking no argument: "Go quickly, find the business card and call that person. Tell him that if he can offer 20,000 yuan, we'll sell this bed."

"Oh."

Lin Xiyu didn't dare to talk back to her grandmother, for fear that she would upset her and harm her health.

Left with no other choice, I took out a business card from the drawer, went to a phone booth alone, and called the antique dealer.

The call connected, and someone answered quickly. Lin Xiyu repeated her grandmother's instructions to the person.

A moment later, she sighed helplessly, put down the phone, and went home to report.

“Grandma, that person said that 20,000 is too much. The antique market is not doing well right now, and he can't give that much. I told him that we have an urgent need at home and asked if he could give us as much as possible. He said he could come to our house in person and discuss it with you face to face.”

"When did he say he would come?"

Grandma knew in her heart that selling the bed wouldn't go so smoothly, so she didn't show too much disappointment. "This afternoon."

Lin Xiyu relayed the man's words truthfully: "Around two o'clock, he said he would drive over, we would discuss the price, and he could take the bed away on the spot."

"Ugh."

Grandma looked dejected and tired: "Grandma knows. Go to the phone booth and replace your aunt. It's time to make lunch."

"okay."

Lin Xiyu obediently agreed, then lifted the curtain and ran out.

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As Gu Bin left No. 9 Donghua Street, the pager hanging from his waist suddenly went off.

He took off his pager, glanced at the message he had received, turned his bike around, and rode towards Jinan No. 1 Middle School.

At the entrance of an internet cafe not far from No. 1 Middle School, Wang Fan, shirtless and wearing a pair of baggy, ripped plaid shorts, leaned against a motorcycle and smoked.

His nonchalant and irresponsible demeanor was so irritating that all the young girls passing by the internet cafe would give him a wide berth.

Gu Bin rode his bike over from the opposite alley and immediately noticed his tattered pants, which looked like they had been picked up from a garbage dump, and couldn't help but frown.

"Dude, you're finally here."

Wang Fan seemed oblivious to his disdain, and with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he leaned closer with a grin: "I don't know why, but another computer broke down. I can't fix it, so I have to ask you to fix it."

"Stay away from me, you're all sweaty and smelly."

Gu Bin pushed the person away with disgust, locked his mountain bike, and went into the internet cafe.

(End of this chapter)