After thinking about it all night, he decided to contact Director Wei of the street to verify the relevant situation.

When I inquired about it the next day, I was sure that Kang Shude's judgment was correct.

The old editor’s wife’s name is Gu Jinhua, and his son’s name is Liu Wangchuan.

These two names exactly match the handwriting on the oil paper package in the silver box.

For this reason, Ning Weimin decided to find a way to bring the old editor's words to Liu Wangchuan before the other party left the capital.

The specific meeting time and place were arranged by Director Wei from the street, who also went with him as a witness.

During this meeting, in addition to the small silver box, Ning Weimin also brought all the photos in the house, the old editor's glasses, and three thousand dollars.

He had already thought about it before going. No matter what Liu Wangchuan's reaction was,

He would lie and say that the money was found in the room and give it to this guy.

He is not directed at anything else, but at the deceased.

He couldn't bear to be completely ignorant of the old editor's wonderful things.

From the perspective of the old editor, even if his son continues to be a prostitute, the father still hopes to leave some wealth to his son.

So Ning Weimin felt that even if Liu Wangchuan got this money, he still hated his father.

But when I spend time, I always feel some kindness from my father to me.

If that were the case, it would be worth it.

Kang Shude was also very concerned about the outcome of this matter.

So the old man has been waiting for Ning Weimin to come back all day.

As soon as he walked in, the old man anxiously asked what Liu Wangchuan's reaction was.

"Of course the boy was happy with the money. But after seeing the hair in the silver box, he said his father was crazy..."

Ning Weimin's slightly lamented words immediately made the old man's face darken, as if he was about to drip with gloom.

However, the next sentence was good, and it finally relieved the old man's frustration.

"But then he started crying. He was a big man. He cried profusely, with snot and tears flowing from his nose. He just hugged the box and kept calling 'Dad' and never let go."

Having said this, Ning Weimin's expression relaxed a little.

"He also kept those photos and glasses. When I left, he still cried and thanked me. No matter what he thought, I think he had some sincerity after all..."

Kang Shude leaned his back gently on the back of the chair, finally showing an expression of relief.

But what was also beyond Ning Weimin's expectation was that the old man not only decided to revoke the punishment for copying books, but also took out something.

"Don't copy the book. This is the deed of the house in Courtyard No. 2, and I'll give it to you. From now on, the small courtyard in Shan'er Hutong will be yours. I keep my word."

"Old man, this...it doesn't matter...it was a bet between us and I lost."

"You have poor eyesight, but your character is good. The way you did things in the end was beyond my imagination, and I'm very relieved. If you have such a bottom line, you can make good use of the wealth in your hands, and nothing will go wrong."

.I don’t have to worry about you anymore. You are better than I was when I was young..."

Outside the window, it suddenly rained.

Rain could be heard hitting the pane, hitting the pane.

The glass window that was originally covered with dust was washed clear by the rain after a while.
Chapter completed!