There was a period of large-scale demolition and construction in Qushi, when Uncle Fang Jian demolished the old house but did not ask for a new house, but insisted on doing business with the money exchanged for the old house.

I thought I could make a big difference, but I didn't think about it but I failed.

This also led to the later breakup of the family.

If he bought a new house that year, regardless of whether the marriage could survive for the time being, the housing prices that have increased several times over the years alone have exceeded his hard work.

Now

There is no house, no home, and even there are few relatives and friends who come here, and the funeral has to be done in the funeral home.

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After the funeral, the taxi rushed from the funeral home to the road to Qilipu.

"Fangzheng, I heard that your uncle passed away?"

The "squad leader" retracted a message.

The group message rang, and then the sender seemed to realize that something was wrong, and immediately withdrew the message, and sent a private message in an instant.

"Fangzheng, I heard that your uncle has passed away, and I am currently in Qu City, do I need to go over to help?"

"No, you don't." Founder replied:

"It's been taken care of."

"That's good." The squad leader is still as enthusiastic as ever:

"Talk to something, be on call."

"Thanks!"

Fang Zheng rubbed his astringent facial muscles, and then saw condolences coming from the group, and even private red envelopes, obviously seeing the news of the squad leader's withdrawal.

Art schools are different from others, if you want to continue to develop in this area after graduation, and you have no backing, classmates will inevitably help each other.

Introduction, contact business, exchange of industry information, etc......

Ordinary people definitely can't go it alone.

Therefore, the superficial relationship between classmates is maintained well.

For the condolence messages, Fang Zheng thanked them one by one, and as for the private message red envelope, he politely declined, and the busy day finally stopped.

"Xiao Fang."

Lu Lao, who was in the same car, happened to put down the elderly mobile phone in his hand, frowning and turning his head:

"Manager Sun called me just now and asked if you still want to rent the façade of Qilipu, and the day of paying rent is coming soon."

"This person too, pick this time to ask!"

He shook his head, displeasure on his face.

The property rights of the façade of Qilipu do not belong to individuals, but to the finance of the district, and the district entrusts the property company to manage it, and Manager Sun is the person in charge.

Fang Jian was killed, no one cared about who the murderer was, except for his own relatives, but there was a letter of approval whether the two stores were renewed or not.

Not continued,

The property company is about to look for the next home.

"Hmm......" Fang Zheng hesitated:

"Old Lu, I haven't thought about it yet, can you delay it for a few days?"

"Absolutely." Lu Lao grinned:

"As long as it's not too late to send a letter this month, think about it, if you renew the lease, I will talk to Xiaosun, and renew the rent according to your uncle's rent, and the rent will not increase."

"Thank you Lu Lao!"

"You're welcome, your uncle and I have been neighbors for many years, who would have thought ......, hey......"

Halfway through the conversation, he turned into a long sigh.

Qilipu is an antique street built by Qushi in the national antique craze 20 years ago, located in the suburbs, close to the beautiful Tianpan Mountain.

The two facades rented by Fang Jian have more than 100 square meters, and there is the same area upstairs, with an annual rent of 50,000 yuan.

Fifty thousand!

According to the market, it is not expensive.

Fang Zheng can take it out if he squeezes it, but he knows little about antiques and antiques, and he knows a little about porcelain because of his ears and eyes.

There is a high probability that it will not be able to operate after taking over.

But......

"Xiao Fang, your uncle's family business is here all his life, and it will definitely be handed over to you in the future, don't be sneering!"

Thinking of the uncle's previous advice, Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly.

Playing the strings and singing by yourself is not business material at all, the key is that you left too suddenly, uncle, and you didn't leave any explanation.

While speaking, he has come to Qilipu.

It's different from back then.

Nowadays, Qilipu has declined a lot, saying that it is an antique street, but in fact, it sells some low-cost handicrafts to attract tourists to Tianpan Mountain to buy, and there are very few real antique businesses.

Therefore, if Founder is willing to renew the lease, it is not difficult to talk about the rent.

square porcelain,

Uncle Fang Jian gave the name of his façade, and the shape was antique.

The door of the façade was closed, and three men in sportswear were squatting in the doorway, smoking cigarettes from their horns, and the cigarette butts fell to the ground.

Looks like they've been waiting for a long time.

"It's coming!"

Seeing Fang Zheng and Lu Lao coming over, one of the three straightened up, patted his legs that were a little numb, and greeted with a smile:

"Old Lu, meet again."

"David." Seeing the other party, Lu Lao subconsciously frowned, and his attitude was extremely unkind:

"What are you doing here?"

"Hey!" David shrugged and sighed:

"The surnamed Fang borrowed 200,000 yuan from our boss, saying that he would repay the money when it was due, but the money was gone as soon as he got the hand, who is going to reason with this?"

Said and squinted at Fangzheng.

Hearing this, Fang Zheng's heart couldn't help but be confused.

After all, he had just come out of the university not long ago, and there was no similar existence among the people he came into contact with, so he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"People die and disasters disappear." Lu Lao said in a sullen voice:

"And Fang Jian has no children and no daughters......"

"No children and no daughters, but there are heirs." David took a step forward, stood still in front of Fang Zheng, and looked back and forth with a light gaze:

"As the saying goes, the father pays the debts of the son, and there is no reason to inherit the inheritance, but he does not inherit the debt, right?"

"You said yes, Brother Xiaofang?"

Dawei stayed in the board, his short hair stood up, he was only in his early twenties, and he was probably not as big as Fangzheng, but his attitude was old-fashioned.

"We're not being unreasonable."

patted Fang Zheng on the shoulder, Dawei changed his words and said:

"After all, people are dead, and the interest ...... Forget it, but I have to bring back 200,000 yuan within ten days, otherwise it will not be easy. ”

"Brother Xiaofang, let's take a look at each other today, and I'll come back tomorrow."

As he spoke, he beckoned to the back:

"Let's go!"

"Viagra." One approached and whispered:

"That's it, no interest?"

"The one surnamed Fang was hacked to death with a knife." David glanced at him and said as he walked:

"Plus he bought a large number of contraband, who knows where it came from, we are usury, not desperate with people."

"Let's get to the bottom first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

Seeing the three of them leave, Lu Lao retracted his gaze and looked at Fang Zheng:

"You ......"

"This kind of thug can't get on the table, and he doesn't dare to do anything to you, but ......, it's better to be careful."

"Hmm." The front of the square is bitter.

Two hundred thousand!

I can't get it out by smashing the pot and selling iron, so it's hard to dispose of all the uncle's family property, and in this case, the façade can no longer be rented.

As for bank deposits.

If Fang Jian had it, he wouldn't have to borrow usury.

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Night.

It's not easy to sit down after a busy day.

After thinking about it, he got up and took a package and put it on the table to open it, he has not been free for the past few days, so he might as well sort out his uncle's inheritance.

"Bus card, electric card, mobile phone ......"

"What is this?"

On the hand is a bracelet, the surface of the bracelet is rusty, and the weight is very light, so it must not be a metal product, the material is probably some kind of plastic.

No one will pick up something like this, even if it is thrown in the garbage.

"Click......

Fang Zheng rubbed the surface of the bracelet and was about to put it aside, when his movements suddenly stopped.

"Huh!"

Raising the bracelet and looking closely under the light, the rust on the surface of the bracelet actually looked like some kind of monster with teeth and claws.

Weird, abstract, distorted......

"Strange."

Muttering in a small voice, Fang Zheng subconsciously put the bracelet on his wrist.

"It's just the right size."

The next moment.

His body vanished in place.