Chapter 15

Wei Yan hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

"Xiaoyue, tell your mother!" Jiang Yan thought for a moment and immediately asked Jiang Xiaoyue to speak.

"Okay!" Jiang Xiaoyue agreed and briefly recounted how Jiang Yan wanted to know about Yang Chongxuan's source of goods. She then mentioned that this time, Yang Kang had sold an ancient painting at "Langyuan" for 800,000 yuan. She added, "I think that ungrateful wolf must have already contacted them; otherwise, where would he get the ancient painting from?"

"I think Xiaoyue is right. That kid Yang Kang must have already contacted those people; otherwise, where would he get the ancient painting? If it was left by that deadbeat Yang Chongxuan, why didn't he bring it out earlier? Why would he have to mortgage the house?" Jiang Yan said.

"I knew that little brat was an ungrateful wolf." Wei Yan was instantly furious and couldn't help but loudly curse Yang Kang. Jiang Shanghua was also very angry and kept cursing.

Jiang Yan waved his hand and said, "That's not the point. The point is—I had a great opportunity today." He then recounted how Wu Bai had a Shang Dynasty bronze artifact.

Hearing that Jiang Yan had made 150,000 yuan today, Wei Yan gradually calmed down. When she heard about the bronze artifact worth around 50 million yuan, she became even happier.

"But the cost is 10 million yuan. Where do we get that?" Jiang Shanghua frowned and said.

Wei Yan's eyes darted around and she said, "Since that old man's goods are of dubious origin, he must be very worried. We can give him some money, write him an IOU, and wait until we sell the goods to pay him the rest, just like today. Isn't that good? He already owes us today, doesn't he?"

Jiang Yan glanced at his wife, frowned, and considered it. Where could he find such a good deal? However, as his wife said, since the old man's goods are of dubious origin, he can only secretly find buyers and dare not make a fuss. He can take the goods first with a small deposit, then contact the buyers, sell the goods, get the money, and what's there to worry about? With three to five million yuan, he wouldn't have to worry for the rest of his life.

"How much money do we have now?" Jiang Yan asked, of course, he was asking Wei Yan.

"About 100,000 yuan," Wei Yan hurriedly said. When she said this, she felt a bit guilty. Last year alone, she lost 50,000 to 60,000 yuan playing mahjong, and she also spent 40,000 to 50,000 yuan on brand-name clothes and cosmetics.

"Why is there only so little money left?" Jiang Yan hurriedly asked. He remembered very clearly that when Yang Chongxuan was seriously ill and hospitalized, it cost a lot. Yang Kang, to raise money, and to take care of the seriously ill Yang Chongxuan, sold the antique shop and some items to him.

Jiang Yan sold some of the items and made about 400,000 yuan in profit. How could there be only 100,000 yuan left after just two years?

"You old man, you don't know how expensive things are!" Wei Yan, though feeling a bit guilty, hurriedly said, "Don't you think about it? There are so many mouths to feed at home. Do they not need to eat? The expenses for the past two years, plus the car your son bought, calculate it, calculate it, is there any money left?"

Jiang Yan frowned, thinking that Wei Yan had a point. He immediately said, "I made 150,000 yuan today, so we have 250,000 yuan. Shanghua, you've been working for several years, and you don't need to pay for any household expenses. How much have you saved? Give it to me first."

"Eh?" Jiang Shanghua had been listening all along. When Jiang Yan asked him, he was stunned for a moment and stammered, "Not much... about 30,000..."

"What did you say?" Jiang Yan was instantly stunned. Jiang Shanghua had been working for more than three years. His salary was low at first, but from last year, it was around 5,000 to 6,000 yuan per month. The family didn't need him to pay for any expenses. Where did he spend all his money?

"Dad, I work hard outside. My daily expenses are high. My boss and colleagues' birthdays, friends' gatherings, and gifts for social occasions, the expenses are really high," Jiang Shanghua hurriedly said.

In fact, he had spent all his money on brand-name clothes. He had always envied Yang Kang for being able to wear various brands. So, from the start of his job, he kept buying brand-name clothes. However, those damned brands were too expensive. Sometimes, a shirt would cost tens of thousands of yuan. His salary wasn't enough, so he had no savings.

Jiang Yan calculated, how much money did they have altogether? 280,000 yuan? It was far from 10 million yuan.

"Right, old man, didn't you say Yang Kang sold a painting for 800,000 yuan?" Wei Yan's eyes darted around, and she hurriedly said.

"Um!" Jiang Xiaoyue hurriedly said, "But, Mom, will Yang Kang lend us the money?"

"Who said I want to borrow it?" Wei Yan sneered, "He has been eating and living at our place for two years, and I haven't even charged him rent. Humph!"

"Mom, what do you plan to do?" Jiang Shanghua suddenly became excited and hurriedly sat next to Wei Yan to ask.

"Come over, I'll tell you in secret." Wei Yan suddenly smiled smugly. She realized how smart she was to come up with such a good idea.

Jiang Yan and the others gathered around, and Wei Yan whispered a few words.

"Will he... admit it?" Jiang Xiaoyue asked in a daze.

"He will. You don't understand Yang Kang that little brat. He doesn't like to owe others. We just need to insist that the deadbeat Yang Chongxuan borrowed 750,000 yuan from us, and he will definitely pay it back for him," Wei Yan said through gritted teeth. "And the rent for the past two years, I can't just feed a dog with white rice. We can take this opportunity to kick him out of our house. Since the old man has found the source of goods, why should he be a burden to us? If he has no money and can't find a job, I'll see him become a beggar on the street. Humph, if Yang Chongxuan knew in the netherworld, he would probably be so angry that he would die again."

When Yang Kang left "Langyuan," he found that the Jiang family had already left without waiting for him. He didn't mind and prepared to walk back, as it wasn't far.

Wang Qiying pulled him into his car and drove him back to Yuzhenzhai. On the way back, he again tried to persuade Yang Kang to return to the pawnshop, but Yang Kang politely declined his offer.

The next noon, Jiang Xiaoyue specially invited Yang Kang to have a meal together.

Yang Kang felt a bit strange. Not only was Jiang Yan at home, but even Jiang Shanghua was there. He was a bit suspicious but didn't ask much.

Jiang Yan even opened a bottle of white wine, saying he wanted the family to have a good drink. Yang Kang only poured a little white wine to make it look like he was drinking; he had no interest in the spicy white wine. Moreover, he always felt something was off. As the saying goes, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Sure enough, after a few sips of wine, Jiang Yan directly said, "Xiaokang, I heard from Xiaoyue that you sold an ancient painting yesterday?"

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