Meng Chuyue just wanted antiques and had no interest in attending the auction, shaking her head, "I don’t want to go. You can buy them for me. Antique paintings and calligraphy are fine. As for money, I don’t have much cash, only a million. You can use this amount to buy, um, don’t get those overly expensive antiques, the cheaper the better."
Cheap items wouldn’t attract attention—a safe choice.
Shen Ci thought for a moment and then said to her, "Wait for me a second." He hurried off to his bedroom.
In no time, he returned with an ancient inkstone and a box of ancient coins and handed them to Meng Chuyue, "For you."
Meng Chuyue was at a loss whether to cry or laugh, "...what are you doing?"
"Don’t you like antiques? These are for you. If you feel awkward about it, you can deduct a little when you pay me back."
The feeling of being cared for was so warm.
She blinked her moist, peach blossom-like eyes and pursed her cherry-pink lips, smiling, "Okay. Um, if there’s a chance, please help me collect more of these ancient coins and also Yuan Datou. If you see one jiao banknotes from ’66 or ’62, help me pick them up too."
Meng Chuyue felt very happy.
Shen Ci’s gesture reminded her that those coins with certain collectible values were relatively common in this era.
Yes, she would go to the Fruit Store tomorrow to instruct Tong Wen and Xia Ping to make sure not to refuse those old one or two fen, one or two jiao coins that the elderly people brought in—more than that, they should get a small box to store them in instead of sending them to the bank.
And the green two-yuan and fifty-yuan notes... don’t send those to the bank either; keep them for her collection.
Though this method of "making money" was somewhat opportunistic, it was legal and didn’t violate any morals—why not do it?
Well, it wasn’t entirely without practical significance; she could give Tong Wen and Xia Ping a little more for their hard work.
Shen Ci took it as Meng Chuyue’s hobby, nodding gently, "Certainly."
Meng Chuyue had just been excited in the moment and hurriedly said, "It doesn’t have to be certain, just collecting a bit occasionally is fine. I don’t have that much money for more."
Shen Ci understood she was keeping him at a distance again, and though his heart felt a pang of sorrow, he smiled, "I know, I’m not stupid."
Meng Chuyue awkwardly touched her forehead and laughed, "...then, I’m heading back."
"I’ll walk you downstairs."
Once outside, Meng Chuyue glanced at the door across and whispered to Shen Ci, "Suddenly, I feel like I’ve wronged you, made your living situation less peaceful."
Shen Ci couldn’t resist patting her head, "It’s alright. I’m planning to take the college entrance exams this year. If I do well, I’ll go to university. If not, I’ll re-take my senior year. I won’t be living here much longer."
Meng Chuyue, "...I wish you a smooth college entrance exam."
Meng Chuyue couldn’t help but recall her past life, realizing that in her memories, Shen Ci had never gone to college...
So, his life had changed because of her?
Was this a bad thing or a good thing?
In her past life, Shen Ci was very successful. Would he be even more successful in this life, or...
She didn’t dare to think, didn’t dare.
No, as a wealthy benefactor with a space of her own, he was bound to succeed.
Meng Chuyue comforted herself several times with this thought, but she still felt a little guilty, worried that she had influenced Shen Ci’s path to success.
After returning home, she tried hard to recollect Shen Ci’s success story, earnestly trying to guide him onto the road to wealth.
Meng Chuyue thought that after the incident that night, Lin Fangwei and the others wouldn’t dare to provoke her again, or at least they would lay low for a few days. Yet, just three days later, they brought a large group of people to the Fruit Store.
Different from before, this time they didn’t just bring bodyguards but also five middle-aged women with strong personalities.
When Zhao Sulan saw Meng Chuyue, she knelt before her with a "thump."
Meng Chuyue was startled again, supporting herself with her hands on the fruit and vegetable basket, nimbly hopping to the side.