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Time quickly came to 1998.

As society develops better and better, the antique market is becoming more and more hot.

People all knew the value of antiques, especially in the slums, and they knew that Han Chunming's collection was even more valuable.

For a while, everyone in the courtyard dreamed of getting rich overnight.

In fact, everyone has always dreamed of getting rich by buying antiques, but it has never happened to us, so we have no personal experience of it.

But now that we have seen the myth of wealth with our own eyes, how could anyone bear it?

As expected, everyone started to learn and ask for advice, which made Han Chunming a little distressed for a while.

There was nothing he could do. People came to him for advice. They were all neighbors, so he had no choice but to help. But even though they didn't understand, they still didn't trust him.

He told people that what they bought was fake, and they thought Han Chunming did it on purpose because he wanted to covet the good stuff in his hands.

Han Chunming was so scared that he didn't dare go home and could only hide with Qin Feng.

"Brother Feng, you said these people came to ask me for advice, but I told them and they didn't believe me. What on earth are they thinking?"

"Haha, now you understand why I'm worried. I told you a long time ago, but you didn't listen."

"I didn't expect this."

"Who told you to get rich? Of course people want to get rich too. You said their things were fake, so of course they thought you did it on purpose."

Han Chunming also smiled bitterly. This was really unreasonable.

"Hey, I'm really looking for trouble."

"Just bear with it. Besides, it's almost time for you to move. You're such a high-ranking official, but you're still living in that compound. Isn't the house you bought before already furnished?"

"Well, it's installed. It looks like I really have to move."

Han Chunming did not refuse this time. He had been reluctant to move before because, firstly, his mother did not want to leave, and secondly, Han Chunming himself did not want to leave. After all, this yard was full of his childhood memories.

But now it’s really not possible. It’s all troublesome to live here any longer.

 …

While Qin Feng was still listening to Han Chunming's complaints, Cheng Jianjun was also released from prison.

"Okay, you can leave now. When you get out, live a good life and don't do anything illegal or disorderly again."

"Oh, okay, police comrade, I got it."

Cheng Jianjun agreed respectfully on the surface, and after receiving his belongings, he resolutely left the prison.

There was no family member coming to greet him at the door, and Cheng Jianjun smiled bitterly.

However, he immediately adjusted his expression and did not look back. It seemed that he believed the saying that one should not look back after being released from prison.

Cheng Jianjun faced the rising sun in the morning, took a deep breath, and walked with big strides.

He was mentally prepared that his family members did not come, after all, his parents were in their sixties and were no longer young.

Besides, my younger brother is in his thirties. He was already married when he came in. Now his children are grown up. How could he have the time to come and pick up his brother?

As for friends, there will definitely be none. Pengcheng is more likely to be a victim.

Ignoring the drastic changes in the surrounding environment, this was not the first time, except that the changes this time were greater and the buildings were taller.

But what remained unchanged was his unwillingness to admit defeat. Even after being imprisoned twice, he still could not eliminate his resentment towards Han Chunming and Qin Feng.

I took the bus to the city and found a hotel to stay in.

Now he is far behind Qin Feng and Han Chunming. Although he is in prison, his parents have given him some letters, so he knows that both of them have been successful now, which is beyond his reach.

So he needs to get some money before going back.

 …

In just two months, Cheng Jianjun became a completely different person. After all, he had studied for nine years and had gained a lot.

At least the law had been studied, so when Cheng Jianjun cheated people this time, the amount of money he used was not large, he just increased the frequency.

This also led many people to choose to accept the loss of their money after being cheated. What's more, this is Pengcheng, so many people are unwilling to waste their time for a little money.

So Cheng Jianjun made a fortune that many people would take many years to earn.

In August, Cheng Jianjun finally stood on the land of Beijing again.

Now he is wearing a white shirt, black trousers, leather shoes, and carrying a bag in his hand. He looks like a big boss.

I took a taxi at the train station and went straight back to the slum.

Pulling the brand new suitcase, Cheng Jianjun soon arrived at the gate of the slum.

"Jianjun, are you back?"

"Uncle Guo, I'm back. Are you okay?"

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, your parents are at home, go back quickly."

Cheng Jianjun nodded, didn't say anything else, and went back with his suitcase.

When Cheng Jianjun rushed there, he wanted to check with his parents so as not to let their family know about his situation. However, when his parents wrote back, he found out that the police had already been there.

So Cheng Jianjun had no choice but to come back like this.

Even though Cheng Jianjun didn't show any expression on the surface, a raging fire was already burning in his heart.

On the way back just now, the expressions on other people's faces when they looked at him deeply touched Cheng Jianjun's fragile heart.

After returning home, I opened the door and saw my parents who had gray hair.

"Dad, Mom. I'm back."

"Well, it's ok to come back, it's ok to come back."

"Hurry up and sit down. I'll go make you some food."

"Dad, Mom, stop doing it, let's go out to eat, I have money."

Cheng Jianjun stopped his mother who wanted to cook, patted his chest, looked at the two elders and said.

"Jianjun, let's find a good job, don't..."

"Mom, I know, don't worry, this is all honest money, let's go."

Cheng Jianjun was hurt by his mother's gaze, and immediately interrupted her and pulled the two of them out.

While eating, Cheng Jianjun chatted about what he saw in the yard today as if nothing had happened.

After hearing what my parents said, I found out that Han Chunming had actually opened his own museum and had moved out.

Now many people in the yard want to get rich by selling antiques. This gave Cheng Jianjun some ideas, but he did not say them out loud.

Instead, he turned the topic to Qin Feng as if nothing had happened.

Cheng Jianjun's parents knew nothing about Qin Feng. After all, Qin Feng had moved out a long time ago and never returned to the yard. Even if he came here, he would go directly to Lao Guantou's house, so they had no contact with him at all.

After the meal, the family went back home.

After that, Cheng Jianjun stayed at home for a few days and went to the antique market every day. After learning about the current prices of antiques, Cheng Jianjun became even more excited.