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"…… OK."

Yu Yu controlled her facial expressions, not letting her ecstatic joy show.

"Alright, shall we meet at the bank and then deliver the goods?" Lin Zhengmao suggested with a smile, noticing that the young girl was rather cautious.

She readily agreed.

But before the old man got up to see the guest off, she suddenly remembered the Patek Philippe watch.

"Wait a minute, sir, I have something else I'd like you to appraise."

"what?"

"It is a clock, a clock from the Republic of China era."

"What kind of watch?" Lin Zhengmao immediately became interested. It is said that the poor play with cars and the rich play with watches. Since his sons became successful, Lin Zhengmao considered himself to have done some research on clocks and watches.

He approaches collecting with the spirit of scientific research, and ordinary things are no challenge for him.

Patek Philippe.

As Yu Yu spoke, she carefully took out the watch. When the old man heard "Patek Philippe," he trembled uncontrollably with emotion.

He quickly put on his gloves, took the watch, and immediately started trembling like a sieve.

"Good heavens, it really is a Patek Philippe from the Republic of China era."

"However, this watch is in such good condition, how did you know it was from the Republic of China era?"

"Because it was found in my grandfather's safe."

Yu Yu was lying, and her voice was somewhat unsteady.

But when the old man heard this, he misunderstood it as the little girl being sad, since the bankruptcy was indeed true.

He glanced at Yu Yu.

But I was soon drawn to Patek Philippe.

"I'm not really sure how much I'll pay you. Can I take a picture and have my old friend take a look at it before I give you a price?"

"to make."

Having already completed a transaction, Yu Yu had developed some trust in the old man.

The old man took many photos of Patek Philippe before reluctantly returning the watch to her.

"Come on, girl, let's meet at the bank."

"it is good."

Yu Yu got up to say goodbye, giving the old man a sweet smile before leaving.

"Grandpa Lin, you are truly my lucky star."

Lin Zhengmao chuckled, "Girl, you're mistaken. You're the one who's my lucky star."

"If it weren't for you, would I be able to hold my head high in front of a bunch of old men?"

Yu Yu smiled, pursing her lips.

If she gets the 15 million, she'll be able to take over the Yu family's villa very quickly!

Once we get the villa, we'll definitely renovate it properly.

Even though her parents are gone, she'll still live a vibrant and successful life. Those days when everyone could bully her and everyone wanted to kick her while she was down will never come again!

dugout.

Under Chef Lao Liu's reckless approach, the group of people who were threatening to go on a hunger strike broke down, and almost every one of them ended up with their stomachs stuffed full of food.

Not only was his stomach bulging from the steamed buns, but Old Liu also had someone fill the gaps with white porridge, making his stomach, which had been empty for half a month, swell up like it had been inflated.

The hunger strike ultimately turned into a farce.

The atmosphere in the air-raid shelter quickly became lively.

The aroma of food filled the air-raid shelter, and with food to fill the air, people's spirits were high.

"Great! I never imagined that these steamed buns could smell so good."

“It’s delicious!”

"The young marshal has brought us grain, so we brothers have hope for the future!"

"As long as we have enough to eat, even if it means risking our lives, I, Er Mazi, would be willing!"

"As long as I have the strength, I'm willing to risk my life to kill a few Japanese soldiers!"

"You're just bragging."

The crowd joked and laughed, creating a harmonious atmosphere inside the air-raid shelter.

Soon, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill.

Lying on the pitch-black bedding roll, covered by the quilt with holes and cotton peeking out, he began to fall fast asleep.

Some people are so self-sufficient that they don't have to worry about their family.

Some people didn't dare to eat their fill, so they saved three of the steamed buns they had been given, secretly stuffed them into their cotton-padded coats, wrapped them tightly, tucked them into their hands, and sneaked out of the air-raid shelter.

The night was as black as ink.

The road beneath our feet was shattered by bombs, and the smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air.

However, Wang Daqiang stumbled along, starting by walking, then getting anxious and jogging, and finally realizing no one was following him, he gradually turned into running.

Braving the biting cold wind, panting heavily, we arrived at some natural caves next to the air-raid shelter.

The mountain city is a typical karst landform, with groundwater flowing through it, eroding countless caves and karst caves.

The air-raid shelters couldn't hold too many people, so the locals, familiar with the terrain, fled into the caves.

As long as you stay out of the bomber's line of sight, you might survive.

Pushing aside the mountain of thorny branches beside the cave, Wang Daqiang struggled to crawl inside. He accidentally got a few scratches on his face, but he endured the pain without uttering a sound.

"Father, Mother, Er Ya, come quick!"

"Daqiang is back?"

The dilapidated cave was damp and cold, with a space of only ten square meters. Water droplets dripped from the stalactites on the ceiling from time to time.

Because it was late at night and everyone in the cave was asleep, the "tick-tock" sound was exceptionally clear.

When someone speaks, a strong echo forms inside the cave.

The first person to respond to Wang Daqiang was Wang Da Niang.

She found the tinderbox, blew on it, and lit the oil lamp beside her.

A single lamp cast a dim, yellowish light, gradually brightening the cave and revealing its interior layout.

A bed was made of dry grass against the wall, and an old man with half of his leg was curled up on it.

A little girl was curled up on the quilt next to the old man.

Aunt Wang looked at Wang Daqiang in the dim light.

"Daqiang, why are you back so late at night?"

“Mother, the army issued dry rations, but I can’t eat them all by myself, so I thought I’d bring some for you.”

"Look, the steamed buns are still steaming, but they've gotten cold. I didn't dare run back right away, afraid my teammates would find out."

"Quickly wake up your father and sister, and let them eat."

As he spoke, Wang Daqiang happily stuffed the steamed buns in his arms into Wang Da Niang's hands. Wang Da Niang was stunned when she suddenly saw the three big steamed buns.

Then my eye sockets visibly warmed up.

"Daqiang, where did you get these steamed buns? Did you steal them? My child, I know you care about us, but we can't steal from others."

"This thought, three steamed buns could save a life!"

"Mother, don't you know me? How could I do such a thing?"

"Please stop talking. Quickly make some hot water and eat the steamed buns with it."

"Oh, OK!"

Aunt Wang got up, plucked some dry grass from the bed, lit it on the kerosene lamp, and quickly set up a pot.

The pot was small, but it was washed very clean.

Wang Daqiang watched his mother bustling around taking care of everything, and his eyes quietly reddened.

He took out a steamed bun, tore off the skin, and put it to Wang Da Niang's mouth. Wang Da Niang hadn't seen rice or flour for half a month, and the aroma of the grain kept wafting into her nose.

My eyes instantly welled up with tears when I saw the steamed bun skin.