Chapter 1642 I Have a Little Goldfish 8

Wei Yiran went back.

The people from the bank had already left, and the garden villa was empty. He walked around to the back door, took advantage of the dark sky and no guards, moved a few bricks to step in, turned in from the back door wall, and then trotted all the way to grandpa's study inside.

The room is messy, with various collections of books piled up, apparently being flipped through.

They are all ordinary books, with no collection value, and the best end is probably to sell them in the second-hand book market.

Wei Yiran found the diaries of his grandfather, put them in his arms, and took advantage of the dark sky to leave Wei's house.

When the woman called him Zi'an, he was confused, but then he remembered that Zi'an was his grandfather's name.

People of the older generation, with a little bit of culture, would choose characters for themselves, but now everyone is used to calling them by their first names, and no one uses characters as addresses anymore. As time goes by, the so-called characters are also forgotten.

Wei Yiran met him twice by chance.

When his grandfather wrote calligraphy, if it was a work he was satisfied with, he would stamp it with the word "Zian".

The old servant at home also said that his appearance was almost carved out of the same mold as his grandfather when he was young.

That woman probably mistook him for a grandfather.

The six diaries are heavy, covered in cowhide, and the paper is yellowish. Holding them in my arms at this time, they somehow have an unusual weight.

Holding the diary in his arms, Wei Yiran hurriedly boarded an electric tricycle and returned to Huang Ming's residence.

Huang Ming was drying the mattress on the bed.

I don't know what Wei Yiran did to his bed, the bed was wet a lot, but fortunately the quilt was dry, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Huang Ming hung the quilt on the green-painted iron railing outside the corridor, and borrowed old quilts and bed sheets from a neighbor with a flattering mouth. After tidying up the house, rubbing his belly, and preparing to cook a bowl of instant noodles, Wei Yiran came back.

Wei Yiran bought two bowls of beef noodles, and put them on the table together with a plastic bag on the outside of the lunch box.

Huang Ming was overjoyed.

Immediately after thinking that the money for buying noodles was probably his own, this surprise was discounted.

The two sat at the table eating noodles, Huang Ming hesitated and said, "Master, my money..."

"Let's eat first, I have something to tell you after eating." Wei Yiran said.

Huang Ming swallowed the rest of the words, and ate the noodles in suspense...

Wei Yiran read his diary while eating noodles.

He watched intently. Huang Ming tried to intervene several times but failed, and finally gave up. After eating the noodles, he cleared the table and was busy feeding and changing the water for the koi.

It doesn't matter if you don't have money, he can pay on credit.

When Huang Ming finished his bath and came back comfortably with a towel on his back, Wei Yiran was still reading his diary.

Wei Yiran is the young master, Huang Ming is the servant, even though the Wei family is gone, Huang Ming dare not be too presumptuous in front of Wei Yiran because of the former master-servant relationship.

He didn't disturb Wei Yiran, and fell asleep with the blanket wrapped around him.

As for where Wei Yiran slept tonight, Huang Ming didn't bother to worry about it, but he was a little worried about the electricity bill before falling asleep.

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Wei Yiran skimmed through the first and second diaries, and the general content was related to business. In the third diary, the description of "angel fish" appeared.

At this time, the Wei family was well-known in Wenzhou's business circle. According to the diary, Wei Yiran's grandfather, Wei Ping, joined forces with other aristocratic families to sponsor an expedition to a certain place in search of "fairy fish".

It is not clear where they got the news from, and it was not stated in the diary. What is certain is that this expedition has a leader who has a good relationship with Wei Ping and regularly reports the progress of the expedition to him.

In the third diary, the content of the angelfish appeared four times intermittently, all of which were returned in vain.

Businessmen pursue profit, and after a long time, some collaborators quit one after another. They think that exploration is a bottomless pit, and it is simply a dream to find angelfish.

Only Wei Ping continued to fund the expedition.