Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"The big vase from the Qing Dynasty costs a total of 620 yuan. The bills are all here. Even if you are a college student, you can't play tricks. You have to pay me." The person who pulled Geng Jian was a young woman who still had a charm. Not the same, her figure is plump and pitiful, as if she could be knocked down with a single push.

Of course, even though she looked cute in appearance, in fact, the arm she grabbed was about to kill Geng Jian with pain.

But Geng Jian couldn't stretch out his hand to push. This is a standard married woman, and it looks like a college student tearing her up. This alone makes Geng Jian tired of coping.

"Don't pull me anymore, a vase, you said 600 yuan is 600 yuan? My clothes are still 600 yuan." Under the watch of dozens of hundreds of students, Geng Jian wanted to maintain his demeanor and want to get rid of the entanglement.

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

There was light laughter all around.

Geng Jian really wanted to say, get the ticket and take a look, but he didn't dare to say, because once the official ticket came out, the price would be fixed.

Although he doesn't understand the law, Geng Jian's mind is still spinning quickly, and the first thing he thinks about is to clear up the responsibility. He took a quick look around and said, "You hit me, not me, you should have seen it."

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

When the charming young woman bumped into her, there were people around, but none of them noticed them. This is also the skill of touching porcelain handed down from their ancestors. It's not like Wang Bi, who can't find it.

In fact, although the young woman Fei Jie had learned the technique and practiced it several times when she was a child, it was the first time that such a large amount of money was used, so the plan was carefully planned, which was completely different from the usual street touches.

Even the words to deal with this young woman, Fei Jie, were prepared. Hearing Geng Jian's words, she said very quickly: "I'm holding a vase worth 620 yuan, and I can't hide from anyone. Why should I hit you? , Besides, you saw me holding a big vase, why did you come to me? Do you think so?"

Needless to say, what he said was logical, as long as it made sense.

The college students in the new era nodded their heads one after another, consciously playing the role of the jury.

Geng Jian was like a cat with its throat stuck, his anxious eyes were red, but he still turned his head under the pressure, tried to keep up with the rhythm of the young woman, and said: "I didn't see you, how can I avoid you?" , You also said that you are holding a vase, why are you going to the street with so many people?"

Speaking of which,

Geng Jian's thoughts became clear, and he said again: "The vase you just bought, what are you doing here at school?"

However, the young woman was already prepared. While tugging at Geng Jian, she pointed to the front and said, "My family lives in front of the school, so I can't even go home? College students are amazing? College students still care if I go home or not?"

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

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

Geng Jian panicked again, and then had self-doubt: Could it be that I really touched it?

After thinking about it, Geng Jian decided not to admit it: 620 yuan was too much, and it would cost the dead.

Although the current average annual salary of workers in Beijing 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, workers' wages were much higher than the median income of Chinese people.

Furthermore, wages cannot simply be converted into disposable income. Even for a dual-career family, the annual expenditure is very high, let alone a single-career family, at least half of the more than 2,000 yuan will be eaten.

Geng Jian's family lives in a rural area, and the local conditions are not bad, but it is not easy to support a college student in Beijing, so that Geng Jian can only be given 10 to 15 yuan of living expenses every month.

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

Geng Jian didn't know how long he would pay for the 600 yuan vase.

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

The banner of joint responsibility further frightened Geng Jian out of his wits.

Yang Rui looked at Geng Jian, and at the same time changed his role, shaking his head secretly, how could an ordinary student be able to resist such an elaborate Pongci.

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

It can be said that unless the accused person has definite evidence, the two parties will be confused. Whether they bear 100% or 10% responsibility, the accused person will generate enough driving interests.

Later generations still have things like cameras, but not only did they not exist in 1984, but the skills of the members of Pengci were not bad.

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

However, professional pottery has been in business for a long time, and it is always necessary to leave a criminal record. 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 it out, so he acted fearlessly: "I didn't 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 the theory and see if it's useful or not."

"Look for it, don't drag me."

"I won't pull you, what if you run away, let's go, let's go to your school leader." The young woman is not fooled, arresting on the spot and looking for someone everywhere are two different things, she has been trained, and she is comfortable with Geng Jian's bluff Not afraid.

Geng Jian's footsteps moved twice, and he stopped before he got out of the circle of onlookers. Of course he didn't dare to go back to school.

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

For today's 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, announcing that the initiative had changed hands.

For Fei Jie, a young woman who has received simple training in porcelain touching, this is even more a declaration of reward: "If the vase is broken, you will pay me 620. If you have no money, let your school pay for it."

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

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

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

How much money can he have? Today's students dare to go out with 50 cents, and those who bring 5 yuan dare to say that they are rich, but no matter how much, the gap with 620 yuan is extremely huge.

The young woman Fei Jie didn't seem to notice it, except that she was still holding Geng Jian's hand tightly, and her body had already softened, and she said softly, "I know you students don't have much money, so I'll pay you a little bit more." Go back and tell my man and mother-in-law... the whole family has saved money for so long, and finally bought back his family's ancestral vase, and I haven't shown his dead father a look. ...I really don't know how to live in the future..."

As she spoke, the young woman dropped two lines of tears. She didn't roll and scream like a village woman, but two lines of unstoppable tears flowed and dripped silently like beads on a broken thread, and wet the front of her clothes in a short while.

The chubby woman, on the one hand, considers the students and wants to reduce the amount, on the other hand, she has her husband and mother-in-law waiting eagerly at home...

Some of the onlookers can even make up in their minds the difficult times. The head of the family sold the vase cheaply to keep the whole family alive.

If there were no debris all over the floor, this could be said to be a complete story.

There were sighs all around, and the students who wanted to speak for Geng Jian wisely shut their mouths.

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

Geng Jian's cheeks drooped, and Wang Bi almost admired him, both 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 so old and the exact shape is unclear, it is roughly the same.

The money to buy the vase was indeed saved by Fei Jie's family, but 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 then changed to another job, it's the same.

With such elaborate production and many traps, there is no room for Geng Jian to escape.

If he had offended an ordinary student, he would not have encountered such a trap, but it was Yang Rui who he kept harassing.

Geng Jian himself couldn't tell the truth from the fake. Looking at the tearful young woman opposite, he said helplessly, "I really don't have much money..."

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

"My family has no money..." Geng Jian's voice became even softer.

"Woooo..."

"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 money first, and there is no need to go to the school office. Geng Jian was actually relieved, but he still asked in a low voice, "How to write?"

"Let's say you broke my vase, how much should I pay? I don't have any money now, and 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." Speaking of this, the young woman Fei Jie began to cry again, begging to the surroundings: "Please do me a favor, be a witness, and sign your name."

The weak young woman had tears in her eyes, and the onlookers, regardless of gender, were full of protective desires, and they all agreed without waiting for Geng Jian's answer.

Due to the situation, Geng Jian had no choice but to write an "IOU" according to the young woman's request.

More than 20 students signed their names behind the witnesses, and a girl took Fei Jie's hand and gave her her contact information, saying, "Sister, don't be afraid when you go back. If your man scolds you and beats you, You just come to us, we will help you talk, we will 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 pay you back slowly when he saves money.”

"Okay, don't make donations...as long as I am willing to pay back the money, it doesn't matter if I wait a few years." The young woman let go of Geng Jian, hid the IOU deep in her pocket, and grabbed it with her hands.

With all kinds of worries, Geng Jian returned to school as if fleeing.

The young woman hugged the large vase fragments that the students helped to pick up, and walked away slowly step by step.

The congestion on the street was lifted, and the students talked about what happened just now in twos and threes, but they didn't know that the perpetrator was right beside them.

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