Is there any way to get something for nothing in this world?

Yes, you can't hold on to the rich, as long as you open this door, you will never be able to hold it back.

People’s laziness is endless. Is there anything more comfortable than this when I eat, drink and spend it every day?

There is also, that is, to turn all your money into mine... you no longer have to look at your face, nor have you ever tossed by you.

Similarly, feelings are endless, and the better the relationship, the deeper the sinking.

On the day Meng Ling returned from the imperial capital, she was surprised to see the evidence of the assets she had obtained.

These properties were far beyond his expectations, with a total value of nearly 70 million...

What you say, what you pull out, let alone a shameless creature like Boss Coal.

Although he was so painful that he was so painful that he had transferred so much money to others in order not to be embarrassed in front of the woman and to keep Meng Ling forever.

This is the coal boss who travels to the bank with sufficient cash.

Most people say they have hundreds of millions of property, but they actually have no money at all. If you want to take out tens of millions at once, you have to raise a lot for a while.

After getting rich overnight, Meng Ling became even more enthusiastic.

But behind the passion is the painful life that makes her unbearable.

Huang Mangui is a local bumpkin. Although he has read some books and is still quite educated, his lifestyle is really bad.

I usually swear words and scold the miners incredibly unpleasantly. If you open your mouth, you will be numb. Shut up, I'm this, fuck that.

Stinky socks can be worn for a month without washing, and can be worn as linoleum, which stands hard.

I don’t change my clothes once a few days, and my underwear often emits a strange smell, which can kill people.

What’s even more hateful is that I don’t like to take a bath. If I don’t take a bath, I don’t brush my teeth, I don’t clean my lower body, I don’t wash my hair, and I don’t wash my feet. Only the cover of my face still knows that it’s water.

Every time after the passion is over, Huang Manhole cover sweats. The sweat can mix with the coal sludge. The black water stains flow into her body. It feels like she will fall into the hell forever. How can a woman with a virginity obsession with it bear it?

Even if you don’t have a cleanliness, I believe no woman can tolerate it. This is probably the reason why Huang Mangui divorced his ex-wife.

Every day I told him to take a shower and change clothes frequently, just like farting, and I didn’t get any response.

Unless you take a bath inside and ask him to work together, you can help him clean it up.

This kind of life with flowers blooming on the outside and a knife hidden inside is simply not something that humans can live.

So what if you have money? You can’t buy cleanliness, quality, demeanor, let alone education.

Within five days, all the 70 million gratitude was exhausted. Meng Ling felt that if she continued like this, she would go crazy.

"Husband, I think... you should go to visit my teacher, he will leave the day after tomorrow." said the soft jade arm like snow lotus root holding the yellow manhole cover.

"Aren't you busy these two days? Then the deposed prince was just messing around." He pinched her pretty face and said, "Actually, I've wanted to visit him for a long time. I can teach my Meng Ling so virtuously, but I have to thank him."

"Then let's leave now, so that you won't be able to drink too much when you go to social events at night, and I'll take you home."

"It's OK." Huang Mangui hesitated and said, knowing that the girl was suffering.

In fact, sometimes, he could feel Meng Ling's disgust as if she was not right. Although he knew that it was wrong, he could only smile bitterly.

This is probably understandable.

A person who has been in a coal mine for twenty years, working in harsh environments all day long, can coal dust bury people. How can you clean him up for twenty years?

Today I wear brand new and clean clothes, go around the mine for a while, and when I come back tonight, I have to become a black clay suit.

Now I have washed it clean, so I have to wash my face when I leave the house.

Besides, he is in his forties, not as energetic as a young man to dress up. If he is just busy cleaning himself all day long, then don't do anything.

The older a person is, the more consistent with the word "just to go". You can live a more comfortable life, which is better than anything else.

...

Liu Hai is nearly seventy years old, but she is still energetic and doesn't even have a crutch. She is visiting the Taiyuan Huayu Museum.

This museum was built by Zhao Huashan, a famous merchant in the Three Jin Dynasties, and contains calligraphy and paintings by famous artists such as Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong, and Fu Baoshi.

It seems that rich people have such a hobby to improve their taste and style by collecting calligraphy, painting and antiques.

The master and apprentice and the yellow manhole cover walked in it, and were amazed.

"A manhole cover, you should learn from Zhao Huashan, collect more cultural relics, improve taste, and cultivate sentiment." Liu Hai said with a kind face, staring at Xu Beihong's painting.

"I also have collections, but they are all gadgets. I haven't gotten a big treasure yet." Huang Wengui said, rubbing Meng Ling's tender hands.

"It would be great if our country could have a few more Zhao Huashan. At least these precious cultural relics would not be left abroad." Meng Ling sighed.

Seeing his woman showing a regretful expression and the meaning of admiration for others, Huang Mangui twitched his lips and felt that he could not squeeze out his face. "Zhao Huashan was lucky. He happened to be buying these expensive calligraphy and paintings. If I had this opportunity, I would have to make something that I could do if I could get out of business."

"The teacher has more opportunities to get in touch with these precious toys, just ask him to pay more attention to you," said Meng Ling.

"Then I'll thank Mr. Liu first." Huang Jinggai smiled and thanked him, asking casually: "You have been with Mr. Liu for so long and have a wealthy family, so you haven't collected any treasures?"

"Of course, I have it. I just settled my home in Sanjin with you. My babies are all in Washington. If you don't believe me, please ask the teacher."

"Xiaoling is also a small collector, with many fine antiques." Liu Hai echoed.

"Then bring the things back quickly and let your man open his eyes." Huang Jinggai said with a smile.

"The day after tomorrow, the teacher returned to Huadu, and I happened to go back with him. When I came here, I would settle down in Sanjin with you."

"That's great." Huang Jinggai was overjoyed. Regardless of whether the teacher was there or not, he directly placed his hand on Meng Ling's plump butt and kneaded it hard...

Perhaps because he couldn't stand the young man's swaying, he raised his eyebrows and said, "A foreigner asked me to have a painting of Qi Baishi, and I'll leave first."

"Oh..." Huang Jinggai heard this and quickly chased after Qi Baishi's painting, even if he was shameless, he had to take a look.

"Teacher, don't be angry." Meng Ling also rubbed her arms with her bangs in a coquettish manner.

"You guys, I really don't let me worry." As if I were very satisfied with the attitude of the two, Liu Hai thought for a while and said, "I had passed Qi Baishi's "Squidfish" in the Sanjin a few years ago. If this foreigner's land acquisition was an authentic work, it would be a big eye."

"Hi, don't mention it." Huang Jinggai smiled bitterly and said, "It was you who took the "Squidfish" back then that the Cultural Relics Bureau issued a transfer letter and sent the painting to the National Museum. We didn't even leave a single Mao in the Three Jin Dynasties."

"There are good storage conditions there, so you will naturally give it to me, otherwise what if the baby is dirty?" Liu Hai looked at Zhang Daqian's painting next to him, and said with a little sadness: "The manhole cover, it would be great if you could have half of Zhang Boju's demeanor and feelings."

Zhang Boju was the fourth son of the Republic of China and was as famous as Zhang Xueliang.

The last emperor Puyi fled and the puppet Manchukuo robbed the palace. The "Spring Outing" known as the "ancestor of Tang paintings" fell into the hands of the famous framer Ma Jichuan. The price was 200 taels of gold and was prepared to be sold to foreigners.

After hearing this, Zhang Boju sold jewelry as a business and lost all his money. He redeemed his 15 acres of land, which was the private residence of Li Lianying, the most powerful eunuch in the late Qing Dynasty. He took debts everywhere and raised 130 taels of gold. Finally, he found someone to guarantee it and promised to make up for it as soon as possible before he won the "Spring Outing".

This past story is almost a household name in the collection industry. Zhang Boju has won the admiration of countless collectors, including the yellow manhole cover.

"Teacher, don't worry, as long as there are good things, we won't be short of money." Brother Mangai was so proud.

Liu Hai smiled even more relievedly.

Admiration flashed in Meng Ling's eyes, wishing she could sit on the yellow manhole cover now and ride him hard...

The three of them were unprecedentedly harmonious.

After a while, an English-speaking foreigner came, followed by a ticket of bodyguards, and was very stylish.

Meng Ling was in charge of the translation work.

"Master Liu, this is Qi Baishi's "Pine and Cypress High Prize". The economy is in recession this year, and there is another change in the family. I have no choice but to take out the heirloom for you to estimate the price and help me see it."

The foreigner said, Meng Ling followed the translation.

"Stop talking, I just keep my eyes open. It doesn't matter whether you sell things or not." Bangs pretend to be an inhumane master style and have their own dignity.

The yellow manhole cover was excited. The high picture of the pine and cypress is definitely a national treasure-level painting. If you can see the original work today, you can brag even if you see Zhu Xinning in the future.

The scroll expands.

Dignified and grand, thick and natural, pine and cypress, goshawks have a gaze of torches, bright and energetic, and look at the vast earth...

After seeing the good deal of salary, Huang Mangui frowned and raised doubts, "Why do I feel that this painting is a little lighter? It seems that the years are a little short?"

"I'll take a look." Bangs carefully looked at the ink with a magnifying glass, put on white gloves and touched the signature and seal, and asked the foreigner: "When did you get this painting?"

"My grandfather came to China to invest around 1950 and was lucky enough to get this painting. We made vacuum glass and sealed the painting inside like a museum. If we didn't want to sell it, we would never take out the glass."

“That’s right.”

Liu Hai said affirmatively: "Many calligraphy and painting cultural relics were preserved in the palace before. The storage conditions were much better than those of the people. Almost all the calligraphy and paintings you see in the manhole covers are from the people. There is more light and more oxygen, and the calligraphy and paintings will decay quickly and will naturally appear old. Qi Baishi's painting is only more than 50 years away from us now, and it is well preserved, so of course it will appear new."

"Oh..." Huang Jinggai suddenly realized and felt that he had benefited a lot, "What do you mean is this painting true?"

"real!"

"How much is it worth?" His eyes glowed like a light bulb.

"I just care about my mind, it doesn't matter how much I sell it." Liu Hai repeated stubbornly.

"Teacher, just help me see it. Just give it a rough price, just treat it as the reward for our original works."

Meng Ling was almost lying on her shoulders on her bangs, and even if he turned his head, the two of them could kiss her.

"Yes, yes, teacher, please give us a reference price. Needless to mention the specific numbers, just let us have a bottom in our hearts." Huang Mangui was itchy and quickly said.

"Well, for your enthusiasm, I'll give you a comparison."

After thinking about it, he said: "Some time ago, Qi Baishi's other masterpiece, "The Landscape Album", reappeared in the world, and the valuations given by major collectors were almost between 250 million and 300 million."
To be continued...