Woman 30: I regained my life after divorce

After calming Zhou Xinyao down, Xiao Song decided to begin her grand plan to cause trouble.

First, call Qian San and exaggerate the cold war between Zhou Xinyao and Bai Yunchuan.

Qian San had been spoiled by his deceased wife for many years, and all he could think about was how to take advantage of Zhou Xinyao.

"Liu Liu, thank you for telling me! I'm really looking forward to you coming to my side next month."

In Qian San's eyes, Xiao Song was a suitable candidate to be his new wife, and most importantly, Xiao Song would not interfere too much in his affairs outside the home.

To put it bluntly, Qian San didn't believe that Xiao Song could control himself at all, and only regarded Xiao Song as a canary that could be kept in a gilded cage.

Xiao Song understood Qian San's thoughts well, so he decided to make good use of him.

"Brother Qian, our wife still has the money from your transactions. I believe no one cares how much money it is. Why don't you talk to her and ask her to invest in your company?"

Qian San was very tempted after hearing this.

Even without Xiao Song's reminder, Qian San had the same idea.

"Liu Liu, you truly are my confidante! I like you so much!"

Qian San didn't want to talk to Xiao Song any longer; he had an urgent problem to solve right now.

"Liu Liu, I have something to take care of right now. I'll continue our chat when I have time."

Xiao Song didn't understand what had happened and genuinely thought that Qian San had something important to do, so he quickly replied with a smile.

"Okay, Brother Qian, you go ahead and get busy. We can chat again when we have time."

With a sense of regret, Xiao Song reluctantly hung up the phone.

After Qian San pressed the hang-up button on his phone, his expression became even more anxious.

Qian San was at home at the time, and he had turned many places upside down.

"Damn it, why isn't there any cash in the house?!"

After trading 50 million with Zhou Xinyao, Qian San's wallet was empty, and after several days of feasting, he had almost nothing left.

Qian San initially thought his deceased wife might have hidden some cash somewhere in the house, but after a thorough search, he found nothing.

"That won't do, I don't have any money on me..."

Qian San's mind started working non-stop.

The company was originally managed by his wife, but after Qian San's wife died, corrupt officials started to emerge in the company.

The company is currently operating at a loss, so even if Qian San wanted to take some money out of the company, there would be no way he could.

"I'm doomed. How am I supposed to live without money?"

Qian San was extremely anxious, pacing back and forth in the house, occasionally smoking a few cigarettes to relieve his fear.

In this era, having no money means even food and drink become a problem.

Looking at his enormous home, Qian San realized he desperately needed a female head of the household to help manage it, and even more so, a strong woman to assist the company.

After scanning the room, Qian San finally focused his attention on the door of his favorite collection room.

He took a step and slowly approached until he opened the door to the collection room.

“My beloved babies, you will have to be separated from me for a while. I will bring you back when I start earning money again.”

Qian San carefully selected several of his early collectibles, almost all of which were ceramic items and appeared to be quite old.

If Li Bing were in the collection room now, he would surely discover that the items in Qian San's hands were complete fakes.

Qian San had no idea that these were all collectibles he had bought at great expense.

If I weren't broke, I wouldn't have sold the items.

“My darlings, I have no choice but to do this. You must resell them for a good price.”

Qian San brought his belongings to a friend he knew.

As for why Li Bing wasn't found, it was simply because Qian San didn't want everything to be linked to Li Bing. Most importantly, Li Bing knew Zhou Xinyao, and he absolutely couldn't let anyone know that he was broke, especially not Zhou Xinyao.

Upon arriving at his friend's shop, Qian San carefully displayed his treasured collection on the table, his face beaming with pride.

"Help me sell these things, as soon as possible!"

Qian San's friend was named Wei Lin. Although they were called friends, they were only temporary friends formed out of mutual benefit.

Wei Lin picked up the items that Qian San had brought and examined them carefully, one by one.

They were all people who started out buying and selling goods. They could quickly figure out some tricks of the trade just by picking them up and taking a look at them.

Qian San stared at Wei Lin with dissatisfaction, but did not urge him. Instead, he looked at Wei Lin's shop.

"Brother Qian, where did you buy all these treasures? Do you have any certificates of authenticity?"

Wei Lin did not immediately agree to Qian San's request. After looking at the last item, he raised his head and asked in a calm tone.

Qian San didn't notice anything unusual, and with an indifferent attitude, he waved his hand and said.

"I bought these items more than ten years ago. As for the certificates of authenticity, they are at my home. I was in a hurry when I came out and forgot to bring them with me."

"If you..."

Qian San said with a smile, but before he could finish speaking, Wei Lin interrupted him.

"Brother Qian, we've known each other for years, you know my capabilities, so I won't keep you in suspense any longer!"

Wei Lin's smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

Qian San realized at this moment that Wei Lin might be about to say something important, and his heart skipped a beat, feeling slightly nervous.

"You...you go ahead and say it, I want to hear what you have to say."

Wei Lin let out a long sigh.

Qian San's extravagance was well-known in the art collecting circle.

People who are foolish and rich will naturally attract some ill-intentioned flies. Flies are good at making dirty things, just like the ceramic items placed in front of you.

Wei Lin raised his hand and pointed to the items Qian San had brought.

"Brother Qian, I may have said something harsh, but please don't be angry."

"These treasures you brought are worthless in my eyes."

Upon hearing Wei Lin's words, Qian San's brain went blank for a moment, and he didn't realize the meaning behind Wei Lin's words.

"Brother Qian? Brother Qian?"

Wei Lin waved his hand in front of Qian San and asked in confusion, trying to bring Qian San's wandering thoughts back.

Qian San finally came to his senses, understood the meaning behind Wei Lin's words, and loudly questioned him.

"Wei Lin, what do you mean? Are you saying that all the collectibles I have are fake?"

Qian San was very angry, as he had spent a lot of money to buy these items.

Qian San would never believe, much less believe, that these items were counterfeit or fake.

"Wei Lin, take another good look. You might be mistaken!"