Heavenly Master, I have a different world

There was a period of large-scale demolition and construction in Qu City. At that time, my uncle Fang Jian demolished his old house but did not want a new one. Instead, he insisted on using the money from the old house to do business.

I thought I could achieve great things, but I failed miserably.

This also led to the subsequent breakdown of the family.

If he had bought a new house that year, it would not matter whether the marriage could survive or not. The house price alone, which had increased several times in recent years, would have exceeded his hard work.

nowadays,

There is no house or home, and there are only a few relatives and friends who come here. The funeral has to be held in a funeral home. It can only be said that time is fate!

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

"Fang Zheng, I heard that your uncle passed away?"

The "squad leader" withdrew a message.

The group message rang, and then the sender seemed to realize something was wrong. He immediately withdrew the message and sent a private message in the blink of an eye.

"Fangzheng, I heard that your uncle has passed away. I am also in Qu City. Do you need to go over and help?"

"No need." Fang Zheng replied:

"It's been taken care of."

"That's good." The monitor remained as enthusiastic as ever:

"If you have anything to say, I'll be there when you call me."

"Thanks!"

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

Art schools are different from other schools. If you want to continue to develop in this field after graduation and you have no backer, your classmates will inevitably help each other.

Introduce, contact business, exchange industry information, etc...

Ordinary people definitely can't do it alone.

Therefore, the superficial relationship between classmates is maintained well.

Fang Zheng thanked everyone for the messages of condolences, but declined the red envelopes through private messages. He was busy for a long time and finally stopped.

"Xiao Fang."

Mr. Lu, who was in the same car, happened to put down the elderly mobile phone in his hand, frowned and tilted his head:

"Manager Sun just called me and asked if you still want to rent the storefront in Qilipu. The day to pay the rent is coming soon."

"This person is the same, choose this time to ask!"

He shook his head, displeasure on his face.

The property rights of Qilipu's facade do not belong to individuals, but to the district's finances. The district entrusts a property management company to manage it, and Manager Sun is the person in charge.

Fang Jian was killed, and no one except his own family cared about who the murderer was. However, it was important to have an accurate letter as to whether the lease of the two storefronts would be renewed or not.

Not continued,

The property company is about to look for a new home.

"Well..." Fang Zheng hesitated:

"Mr. Lu, I haven't decided yet. Can I wait for a few days?"

"Of course it's no problem." Mr. Lu grinned:

"It's not too late to write a letter this month. Think about it carefully. If the lease is renewed, I will talk to Xiao Sun. I will renew the lease at your uncle's rent. The rent will not be increased."

"Thank you, Mr. Lu!"

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

Halfway through the words, it turned into a long sigh.

Qilipu is an antique street built by Qu City 20 years ago during the nationwide antique craze. It is located in the suburbs, close to the scenic Tianpan Mountain.

The two rooms Fang Jian rents have an area of ​​more than 100 square meters, and the same area upstairs, with an annual rent of 50,000.

fifty thousand!

Not expensive according to market conditions.

Fangzheng could take it out even if he squeezed, but he knew very little about antiques and curios, and he only knew a little bit about porcelain because of his exposure to hearing and seeing.

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

but……

"Xiao Fang, your uncle's family property will be here all his life, and it will definitely be handed over to you in the future. You must not do anything about it!"

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

As a person who plays strings and sings, you are not a business material at all. The key is that uncle, you left too suddenly and did not leave any explanation.

While he was talking, he had already arrived at Qilipu.

It’s different from back then.

Nowadays, Qilipu has declined a lot. It is said to be an antique street, but in fact it mostly sells low-priced handicrafts to attract tourists who go to Tianpan Mountain to buy them. There is very little real antique business.

Therefore, if Founder is willing to renew the lease, it will not be difficult to negotiate the rent.

square porcelain,

The name given by my uncle Fang Jian to his facade has an antique look.

The front door was closed, and three men in sportswear squatted at the door, smoking cigarettes with their cigarette butts on the floor.

It looked like they had been waiting for a long time.

"coming!"

Seeing Fang Zheng and Mr. Lu walking over, one of the three people straightened up, patted his numb legs, and said hello with a smile:

"Mr. Lu, we meet again."

"Dawei." Seeing the other party, Mr. Lu frowned subconsciously, with an extremely unkind attitude:

"What are you doing here?"

"Hey!" Dawei shrugged and sighed:

"The man surnamed Fang lent our boss 200,000 yuan and said he would pay it back when it was due. But he disappeared as soon as he got the money. Who can I ask to explain this?"

He said and glanced sideways at Fang Zheng.

Hearing this, Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel confused.

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

"When a person dies, the disaster disappears." Mr. Lu said in a dull voice:

"And Fang Jian has no children..."

"I have no children, but I have an heir." Dawei took a step forward, stood in front of Fang Zheng, and looked back and forth with a stern gaze:

"As the saying goes, the debts of the father are paid by the sons. There is no reason to inherit the inheritance but not the debts, right?"

"You think so, brother Xiao Fang?"

Dawei stayed in Bancun, with short hair standing on end. Judging from his age, he was only in his early twenties, probably not as tall as Fang, but his attitude was old-fashioned.

"We are not unreasonable."

Patting Fang Zheng on the shoulder, Dawei changed the topic and said:

"After all, the person is dead, the interest...forget it, but I have to bring back 200,000 yuan to pay the debt within ten days, otherwise it will be difficult to handle."

"Brother Xiao Fang, let's meet each other today. I'll come back tomorrow."

As he spoke, he waved to the back:

"let's go!"

"Viagra." A person approached and whispered:

"That's it, no more interest?"

"The person named Fang was hacked to death." Dawei glanced at him and said as he walked:

"In addition, he bought a large amount of contraband. Who knows where it came from. We are loan sharks, not working hard with others."

“Let’s explore the bottom first, and we’ll talk about the rest later.”

After watching the three people leave, Mr. Lu withdrew his gaze and looked at Fang Zheng:

"you……"

"This kind of little gangster can't stand on the stage. I don't dare to do anything to you, but... it's better to be careful."

"Yeah." Fang's face was filled with bitterness.

Two hundred thousand!

I can't get it out even if I try to sell it myself. It's possible that I have to deal with all my uncle's property. In this case, I can no longer rent the storefront.

As for bank deposits.

If Fang Jian had it, there would be no need to borrow loan sharks.

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night.

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

After thinking about it, he got up, took a package, put it on the table and opened it. He had not had time these days, so he might as well sort out his uncle's inheritance.

"Bus card, electricity card, mobile phone..."

"What's this?"

What he had on his hand was a bracelet. The surface of the bracelet was stained with rust and it was very light, so it was definitely not a metal product. The material was probably some kind of plastic.

Even if something like this is thrown into the trash, no one will pick it up.

"Chacha..."

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

"Huh!"

Lifting up the bracelet and looking at it carefully under the light, the rust on the surface of the bracelet actually looked like some kind of monster with teeth and claws.

Weird, abstract, twisted...

"strangeness."

Muttering softly, Fang Zheng subconsciously put the bracelet on his wrist.

"The size is just right."

The next moment.

His body disappeared on the spot.