Ice is not averse to deception

Just as Wu Dayong had thought, Zheng Jie's house was very large, more than 150 square meters. Although Yanji is not a big city, owning such a property in a prime location is not something that ordinary people can easily achieve.

Lawyers are lawyers; they make money much more easily than ordinary people.

As Wu Dayong was lamenting, Zheng Jie seemed to read his mind and said, "I had to borrow 100,000 yuan from Zhang Defa to buy this house. Sigh, good people don't live long."

"It must have been seven or eight years, right?" Wu Dayong hadn't quite caught up yet.

Zheng Jie sighed, "Ten years have passed. Do you know what 100,000 meant ten years ago?"

Wu Dayong's eyes widened instantly, and he was shocked. Ten years ago, Zhang Defa could come up with 100,000 yuan; in that sense, Zhang Defa was indeed a wealthy man.

If that's the case, it wouldn't make sense if Zhang Defa didn't leave behind several million or tens of millions of yuan in assets before he died.

The thought of having millions of dollars in front of him almost made Wu Dayong burst out laughing.

Under the pretext of learning about Zhang Defa's past, Wu Dayong successfully got a free meal at Zheng Jie's house. Although it wasn't a fancy meal, it was still a feast compared to the hardships he had endured during this period.

During the meal, Wu Dayong didn't forget the important matter and casually mentioned the pendant that Cuiying had given to Zhang Defa.

Unfortunately, Zheng Jie had indeed heard Zhang Defa mention the pendant, but he had never seen it and therefore had no idea what it looked like.

"Where would Godfather keep something so precious?"

Wu Dayong complained, but Zheng Jie's words reminded him: "Maybe Old Zhang will take you to your coffin."

Wu Dayong thought about it and realized that it made sense. Since there was no way to verify the truth, he could just lie to Sun Bing and make up some excuse to get by.

With an inheritance of hundreds of thousands, Wu Dayong was clearly eager to get his hands on it.

Thinking this to herself, she said to Zheng Jie, "You have no idea how difficult those artists are. Sun Bing wouldn't continue working on it until he saw the pendant. I had to use so much of my breath to appease him."

Zheng Jie didn't think there was anything wrong with what Wu Dayong said; on the contrary, he agreed wholeheartedly: "Especially since some artists are a bit neurotic, how could you know that one sentence would provoke him, right?"

Now, Wu Dayong's thinking was completely opened up.

Anyway, nobody knows what the pendant looks like. In Zheng Jie's eyes, Sun Bing is a patient with some kind of mental illness who might fall ill at any time. This inheritance of a million or so is obviously prepared for him.

Even if he lies, he will not give himself away.

With this in mind, Wu Dayong had a near-perfect plan, and then wiped his mouth and left Zheng Jie's house.

I casually bought an ordinary rope pendant from a roadside stall, and then went to the photo studio next door to have my picture taken.

Feeling that wasn't enough, he asked the photo studio owner, "Could you make the photos look a bit more aged?"

The shop owner was also a bit stunned; in all his years of taking photos, this was the first time he'd heard such a bizarre request. But clearly, it wasn't a difficult task for him. He took the photos inside, and a dozen minutes later, a yellowed old photo appeared in Wu Dayong's hands.

"Could it be a little older?" Wu Dayong asked again.

"Older still? You might as well burn it."

Seeing that the boss was getting impatient, Wu Dayong didn't argue any further, paid the bill, and left.

  

The photo shoot costs 20 yuan, and the distressing fee is 80 yuan. It's a total rip-off!

It was past 10 p.m. when Wu Dayong returned to the studio. As expected, he followed the photo studio owner's advice and burned the photo with fire to make it look more weathered.

However, Wu Dayong didn't control his strength well, and a third of the pendant was burned away.

Wu Dayong, on the contrary, felt that this was more realistic, so he didn't interfere further.

Just as I was about to knock, I saw a note stuck to the door: "Working, do not disturb!"

Looking up, sure enough, through the glass window, I could see Sun Bing immersed in his work, meticulously carving his piece.

Wu Dayong raised his hand several times, but eventually put it back down.

That's a fortune of hundreds of thousands! How could he possibly disturb Sun Bing, who was working so hard? The sooner he finishes his work, the sooner he can realize his dream of becoming a millionaire.

You don't even have this much perseverance? Isn't that going too far?!

Thinking of this, Wu Dayong no longer felt how cold the weather was outside, and simply squatted down at the door to wait.

Sun Bing's progress was relatively smooth. When he was fully immersed in ice carving, his intense focus even led him to a state of self-forgetfulness.

I was busy from the afternoon until 3 a.m., and the basic shape of the work was already completed.

Next, if you spend a day or two refining the details, the piece will be successfully completed.

Of course, this is on the condition that Sun Bing sees the pendant and fills in the last gap.

Stretching and preparing to rest, Sun Bing looked up at his watch and remembered Wu Dayong.

Just then, Sun Bing heard a snoring sound. When he opened the door, he saw Wu Dayong huddled in the holly bushes.

Unsurprisingly, Wu Dayong fell ill once again.

This time it wasn't as serious. Although Wu Dayong was asleep, he didn't know that the warm place already had a home, and the owner was a stray dog ​​from the neighborhood.

Therefore, it is quite reasonable for stray dogs to fight back when they return to their dens after foraging for food and find someone taking over their territory.

As animals, wild dogs find it hard to understand how intense and direct love can be in resolving hatred.

Therefore, when it re-entered the doghouse ready for a big fight but was suddenly pulled into Wu Dayong's arms, its dog-like expression seemed quite reasonable.

The stray dog ​​struggled for a moment, but after realizing that warmth could be transferred between them, it actually accepted Wu Dayong's presence.

Perhaps it was also thinking that a homeless person was also pitiful.

This time, Sun Bing offered to take Wu Dayong to the hospital, but Wu Dayong refused. After all, with an inheritance of hundreds of thousands or even millions of yuan right in front of him, how could Wu Dayong dare to be careless in the slightest?

Helpless, Sun Bing could only find a doctor from a nearby clinic to come to Wu Dayong's home and give him an IV drip. Seeing that Wu Dayong's condition had improved, Sun Bing was relieved and went to bed to rest.

The next morning, Sun Bing had just woken up when he saw Wu Dayong looking at him with a wicked grin, which startled Sun Bing so much that he quickly covered himself with the blanket.

It wasn't until Wu Dayong produced that Sun Bing realized what was happening.

"Did you find the pendant?"

An excited Sun Bing immediately snatched the photo and examined it closely, but soon his expression became somewhat unnatural, and he looked at Wu Dayong next to him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Wu Dayong, thinking things had been exposed, quickly probed, "What's wrong? Is something amiss?"

Sun Bing remained silent for a long time before showing the photos to Wu Dayong. Wu Dayong then realized that the fire had gone too far last night, and nearly a third of the pendant was gone.

Wu Dayong originally thought that he could pass the test by drawing the rest of the drawing from memory, but when he picked up the paintbrush, he realized that he had no talent for drawing at all.

Wu Dayong was filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, why did he bother to make it look old?

But it was too late for regrets. Spurred on by this, Sun Bing became even more determined to find the pendant and present the piece perfectly.

Even though Wu Dayong repeated all the efforts he had made, Sun Bing still refused to give up. He believed that since Wu Dayong could find the photo, he must have a way to find the pendant.

When two stubborn oxen meet, neither will yield to the other.

But after this incident, Sun Bing lost his enthusiasm. The work ahead was simple for him; the most important thing was to find the pendant.

Despite trying various methods, Sun Bing was still unable to find the pendant.

Wu Dayong couldn't help but complain, "If it weren't for your stubbornness, you wouldn't be where you are today. What's the point of striving for perfection? Isn't regret a normal part of life?"

Wu Dayong was so tormented that he uttered such a philosophical statement.

However, at this moment, Sun Bing's thinking had completely reached a dead end, and he could not continue without finding the pendant.

Clinging to the last clue, Sun Bing reopened Zhang Defa's diary, trying to find the whereabouts of the pendant from Zhang Defa's records.

As time ticked by, Wu Dayong was filled with unspeakable bitterness and wished he could slap himself twice.

Staring blankly at the photo in his hand, Wu Dayong actually found a turning point. Although the photo had been burned, the image of the pendant was actually preserved intact, with only a layer of ash left on it, which could be wiped off with a towel.

Just as Wu Dayong was about to hand it to Sun Bing, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He realized that if he really showed it to Sun Bing, Sun Bing would definitely discover the trick.

He may not be very intelligent, but he's not stupid!