Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"The big vase from the Qing Dynasty, a full 620 yuan, the bills are here, even if you are a college student, you can't shame you, you have to pay me." Geng Jian is a young woman who is still charming, and the female students around him. Not the same, the figure is plump and pitiful, as if it can be pushed down with a push.

Of course, that is to say, the appearance looks beautiful, but in fact, the arm she grasped by Geng Jian was going to die of pain.

However, Geng Jian couldn't reach out and push. This is what a standard married woman looks like. This alone makes Geng Jian tired.

"Don't pull me anymore, a vase, you say 600 yuan is 600 yuan? My clothes are still 600 yuan." With dozens of hundreds of students onlookers, Geng Jian wanted to maintain his demeanor, but also wanted to get rid of entanglement.

The charming young woman still held Geng Jian, looked up and down Geng Jian, and said: "Your clothes are at most 12 yuan, and my vase is 620 yuan. I have a ticket, do you have it?"

There was a slight laughter around.

Geng Jian wanted to say that he would show the ticket, but he dared not say, because once the official ticket came out, the price would be fixed.

Although he didn't understand the law, Geng Jian's brains turned quickly, and the first thing he thought about was to put aside his responsibilities. He looked around quickly and said, "You hit me, not me. You should have seen it."

The students looked at each other, but did not speak.

When the Feng Yun young woman came across, there were people all around, but there was no one who noticed them. This is also the porcelain touch technique uploaded by the ancestors. It is not a ground snake like Wang Bi, and I can't find it.

In fact, although the young woman Fei Jie learned technology when she was a child, she also practiced it several times. This is the first time for such a large amount of application, so the plan is very detailed, and it is completely different from ordinary street-side porcelain.

Even the words to deal with, this young woman Fei Jie was prepared. Listening to Geng Jian’s words, she said very quickly: "I am holding a vase of 620 yuan. I can't hide from others. What am I going to hit you? , Besides, you saw me holding a big vase, what are you trying to get in front of me? Everyone said yes?"

Needless to say, he is logical and justified.

The college students of the new era nodded one after another and consciously played the role of the jury.

Geng Jian looked like a cat with his throat stuck. His anxious eyes were red, but he still turned his mind under pressure, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the young woman, and said: "I didn't see you, how can I avoid it? , You also said that you are holding a vase, what are you doing in the streets with so many people?"

Speaking of this, Geng Jian's thinking is clear, and he said: "The vase you just bought, what do you do when you come to school?"

The young woman was well prepared. While pulling at Geng Jian, she pointed to the front and said: "My family lives in front of the school, but I can't go home? What a college student? The college student even cares if I go home or not?"

"Where is your home?" an enthusiastic student asked.

The young woman sneered and said, "Did you see the two-story building in front? I opened the small shop below.

Geng Jian panicked again, and then he also had self-doubt: Could it really be me who touched?

On the other hand, Geng Jian decided not to admit it: 620 yuan is too much, and it would cost a person to pay for it.

Although the current average annual wage of Beijing workers is more than 2,000 yuan, this is the income of the greatest working class in the capital of China. Before the wave of layoffs, the wages of workers were much higher than the median income of Chinese people.

Furthermore, wages cannot simply be converted into disposable income. Even if it is a dual-employee family, the annual expenditure is very high, let alone a single-employee family. The 2,000-yuan family will eat half of it.

Geng Jian’s family is in a rural area, and the conditions are not bad in the local area. However, it is not easy to support a university student in Beijing, so that he can only give Geng Jian a monthly living allowance of 10 to 15 yuan.

Coupled with the school subsidy, Geng Jian's monthly living expenses are about 30 yuan, which is a little more than that of students in many local universities, but certainly much less than that of students in Beijing.

For the 600 yuan vase, Geng Jian didn't know when he would be compensated.

Seeing that Geng Jian was speechless, the young woman didn't give him a chance to think. She pulled Geng Jian hard and said, "I'm looking for your school leader. You can't afford to pay for the vase, but your school will pay for it."

The banner of joint and several responsibility further dispelled Geng Jian's scared soul.

Yang Rui looked at Geng Jian, and at the same time replacing his own role, he also secretly shook his head. How could such a carefully crafted touch porcelain be able to parry an ordinary student.

In fact, when the laws and regulations of later generations are relatively perfect, it is extremely difficult to deal with porcelain, let alone the present in 1984.

It can be said that unless the person being touched has definite evidence, both parties will be confused. Whether it is to assume 100% or 10% of the responsibility, the person touched will generate sufficient driving benefits.

There will be cameras and other things in later generations. Not only did they not have them in 1984, but the skill of touching porcelain members is good.

Before the crackdown, there were not a few people doing this kind of thing.

However, professional touch porcelain has been doing it for a long time, and it is always the case that Wang Bi is looking for an innocent person, and the condition is not cash. Unless someone digs deep, there is no flaw at all.

What Geng Jian faced was nothing more than the question of how much to pay.

Geng Jian was also aware of the problem, but on the surface, he still wanted to be tough and test, so he acted awe-inspiringly: "It wasn't me who hit it. It's useless to find anyone."

The young woman Fei Jie raised her voice and said, "Then let's go to your school to evaluate, see if it is useful or not."

"Just look for it, don't hold me."

"I won't hold you, what do you do if you ran away, let's go find your school leader." A young woman is not fooled, catching people on the spot and finding people everywhere are two different things. She has been trained and is happy with Geng Jian's bluff Not afraid.

Geng Jian's footsteps moved twice, and he stopped before he got out of the crowd. Of course he dared not go back to school.

Not only because the current school management is strict, but also because he is a probationary party member.

For current college students, party members can be called reserve officials, and Geng Jian does not want his name to be known by the school leaders anyway.

"What do you want?" Geng Jian asked helplessly, declaring the initiative to change hands.

For Fei Jie, a young woman who has received simple touch porcelain training, this is even more an announcement: "The vase is broken. You will pay me 620. If you don't have the money, let your school pay."

"I didn't touch it, and I can't make me lose so much." Geng Jian panicked a little.

The young woman hesitated, her tone slowed down, and said, "How much money do you have?"

"I..." Geng Jian took out his pocket subconsciously and didn't pull it out again.

How much money can he have? The current students dare to go out with 5 cents, and those who bring 5 yuan dare to say that they are big money, but no matter how much, the gap with 620 yuan is huge.

The young woman Fei Jie didn't seem to see it, except that she was holding Geng Jian's hand tightly, her body was already soft, and she said softly, "I know that your students don't have much money. If you pay a little, I'm fine. Go back and tell my man and mother-in-law... The whole family has saved money for so long and finally bought back the vase passed down by his ancestors. He hasn't given his dead father a look. If it is said to be broken, it is broken. I ...I really don't know how to live in the future..."

While speaking, the young woman dropped two rows of tears. She was not like a village woman rolling and screaming, crying, just two lines of unstoppable tears, like broken beads, silently flowing, silently dripping, and the skirt of her clothes was wet in a while.

The soft girl, on the one hand, considers the students and wants to reduce the amount, on the other hand, there are husband and mother-in-law waiting at home...

Some onlookers were even able to make up for difficult times. The head of the family sold vases at a low price to live the whole family. After years of accumulation, the family bought back the vases, just for the history of the deceased...

If there are no fragments all over the floor, this can be said to be a complete story.

There was a sigh of sorrow all around, and the student who wanted to speak for Geng Jian also wisely closed his mouth.

Such a Lin Daiyu, at least a woman like Xue Baochai, who bears the heart to let her go back to be scolded and blamed by her husband and mother-in-law.

Geng Jian's cheeks drooped down, and Wang Bi almost wanted to admire him, for himself and for Fei Jie.

Because the whole story is basically true, Fei Jiefu's family did sell a large vase from the Qing Dynasty. Although it is a long time and can't tell the specific shape, it is mostly the same.

The money for buying the vase was indeed saved by Fei Jie's family. However, Fei Jie's mother-in-law was planning to find a formal job for her son, but now she bought the vase and smashed it, and it was the same for another job.

With such careful production and a lot of effort, there is no room for Geng Jian to escape.

If he offends an ordinary student, he won't run into such a trap, but it is Yang Rui that he keeps harassing.

Geng Jian couldn't tell the truth from the fake. He looked at the tearful young woman opposite, and said helplessly: "I really don't have much money..."

"I...I know..." The young woman opened her mouth slightly, crying even more sadly.

"I don't have any money at home..." Geng Jian's voice became even smaller.

"Woo..."

"I can't help it, sorry."

"Then write an IOU and make it clear." The young woman Fei Jie wiped her tears and looked at Geng Jian.

Finally, there is no need to pay the money first, and there is no need to go to the school office. Geng Jian actually breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked in a low voice: "How to write?"

"Just say you broke my vase. How much money should I lose? I don't have any money now. I will pay it back in the future. I don't ask you to pay me back in a few years. I will take it back and show it to my mother-in-law." Jie began to cry again, and pleaded to the surroundings: "You do well, be a testimony, and sign."

The weak young woman whimpered with tears, and the onlookers, regardless of men and women, were full of protective desires, and they did not wait for Geng Jian's answer ~www.NovelMTL.com~ to agree.

Due to the situation, Geng Jian had to write an "IOU" according to the request of the young woman.

A full two dozen students signed their names behind the witness, and the girl took Fei Jie’s hand and gave her her own contact information, saying: "Sister, don’t be afraid when you go back. If your man scolds you and beats you, Just come to us, and we will help you, let’s go back to discuss it, and then help you organize a donation...Don’t worry, Geng Jian has no money now. After he works, he will save money and pay you back slowly."

"Okay, don't make donations... As long as I pay it back, it doesn't matter if I wait a few more years." The young woman released Geng Jian and hid the IOU in her pocket, holding it with her hand.

With all kinds of worries, Geng Jian returned to school as if he had fled.

The young woman held the fragments of the big vase that the students helped to pick up, and slowly left step by step.

The congestion on the street was lifted, and the students were talking in twos and threes about what had just happened, but they didn't know that the perpetrator was nearby.

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