The gloves were piled up in messy lines, which looked like they were just tailored together, and the lines were connected, one by one. What Qi Pengfei had to do was to cut the lines in the middle of the gloves, then stack them on the left and right, and then pack them with plastic tape.

It’s very simple manual work. Zhang Kun once saw that his mother had done similar things. Such work usually counts pieces and calculates money. Packing one is about how much money it costs. It takes more effort and more money. If you do it quickly, you can earn about 100 yuan a day.

Another advantage of piecework tasks like this is that they can be taken home to do it, without having to go to the factory to work, and spend a little time every day, taking the time to do it a little bit.

Qi Pengfei sat in a wheelchair, wearing reading glasses, and then did it slowly in his hands, neither fast nor slow, in short, he looked leisurely and contented.

Standing outside the community gate, Zhang Kun stared at him for a while, pondered for a while, and finally walked over slowly.

When he arrived in front of Qi Pengfei, Zhang Kun whispered: "Is it Mr. Qi Pengfei?"

Hearing Zhang Kun's voice, Qi Pengfei stopped the work in his hand, then looked up at Zhang Kun, looked for a while, then took off the reading glasses on his face, showing a kind smile: "It's Mr. Zhang. I heard you are coming, so I'm waiting for you here. I've been waiting for you for a while, so I've been sitting down first and then chatting."

Only then did Zhang Kun see that there was a chair opposite Qi Pengfei. Zhang Kun was not polite, and nodded to Qi Pengfei with a smile, then sat down, and explained by the way: "I took a short walk in Panjiayuan for a while, so I wasted some time."

"Is Mr. Zhang coming to Yanjing for the first time?" Qi Pengfei found a small square scarf, then wiped his reading glasses and asked.

Zhang Kun smiled and shook his head: "I have been here once before, but I haven't arrived at Panjiayuan. This time I came here, it's an eye-opener. It's really crowded."

Qi Pengfei nodded with a smile, and then put on the wiped reading glasses again: "Mr. Zhang, you went to me for a lot of trouble this time, and it cost so much, let's get straight to the point. What's the important thing about you looking for me, the old man?"

Zhang Kun pondered for a while, then whispered: "I am a disciple of Teacher Yao Zhiping. This time I came here by the teacher's entrusted before my death. I came to you specifically and sent this bank card to you to express my apology."

As he said that, Zhang Kun took out a bank card from his pocket and put it in front of Qi Pengfei.

However, Qi Pengfei did not take a look, but stared at Zhang Kun: "Asorry?"

Zhang Kun nodded silently: "I can't say whether Teacher Yao did something wrong back then, but Teacher Yao really regretted it at the end of this world. Because of his recklessness and stubbornness, some irreparable things, so the teacher entrusted me before his death to find you and then send this card to you."

"It's irreversible when things happen. Teacher Yao just hopes to make up for it a little bit, even if it's just a little bit. Old sir, please accept this card so that I can explain to the teacher's Spirit of Heaven."

After hearing Zhang Kun's words, Qi Pengfei finally looked down at the bank card on the wooden table, then looked up at the sunset in the sky, and the fiery red clouds.

"Someone did make mistakes in the past, but I was the only one who made the mistake, and it had nothing to do with Master Yao Zhiping. He just fulfilled his responsibilities and insisted on his professional ethics as an appraiser. So I dare not accept this so-called apology, and I can't afford it. Mr. Zhang, please take the bank card back."

Qi Pengfei gently pushed the bank card in front of him back to Zhang Kun.

Zhang Kun did not look at the bank card on the table, but stared at Qi Pengfei's face with his eyes: "Are you still angry about what happened back then?"

Facing Zhang Kun's gaze, Qi Pengfei smiled: "It's been so long since the matter has passed, and it's over. Besides, even Master Yao Zhiping is gone, what else can I be angry about?"

"Since that's the case, you can accept Teacher Yao's last apology before his death, so that the teacher's spirit in the sky will feel a little more at ease, okay?" Zhang Kun still stared at Qi Pengfei with his eyes tightly.

A chuckled appeared on Qi Pengfei's face: "Do you think I'll take it?"

Zhang Kun nodded without moving eyes: "I think you should accept it." As he spoke, Zhang Kun's eyes swept over the small house behind Qi Pengfei. It was a warehouse in the stairwell of the building, but the small room was filled with daily necessities.

Facing Zhang Kun's stare, Qi Pengfei sighed lightly, met Zhang Kun's gaze, and then said softly: "Mr. Zhang, I live a good life now. Although I am not rich, at least I have no worries about food and clothing and a harmonious family. I think this is great."

"What do I need so much money in my life? I am already half-tied. This money will not be brought by life or death. If it is too much, it will be troublesome."

"And, sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing for poor people to become rich. I'm very satisfied with my current life and just want to spend the rest of my life so peacefully. So, please take this bank card back."

"This money was left by Master Yao Zhiping, and you are a disciple of Master Yao Zhiping, so you can keep this money. Oh, by the way, Mr. Zhang doesn't seem to be a shortage of money. In order to find me, the old man, he threw out four or five million at once. In this way, if you feel it is inconvenient to keep it, donate the money to Hope Project. Some children in the mountainous areas will need this money, just think it is my request, so you can also have an explanation with Master Yao Zhiping."

Zhang Kun shook his head in response: "This is different from the teacher's entrustment before his death. I have no right to change it. The teacher hopes that I will deliver the bank card to you. If you think you should donate to Hope Project, as long as you accept this bank card, I can donate another 10 million to Hope Project."

Qi Pengfei was stunned and then sighed softly: "Mr. Zhang is a rich man."

Zhang Kun shook his head: "It's not considered rich, but as long as you can accept this bank card, I will find a way to raise 10 million yuan and donate it to the Hope Project, and do what I say."

After taking down Yao Zhiping's courtyard, Zhang Kun spent the last two million yuan. Now the money on Zhang Kun is only tens of thousands of yuan, and Zhang Kun really can't take it out.

However, Zhang Kun never thought that he would pay the money. These things were all to help Yao Zhiping solve his wish, so Yao Zhiping naturally paid the money.

Then how to get out? Of course, I took one or two antiques from the storage room and went out for auction. I guess Yao Zhiping wouldn't say anything, but he did a good deed anyway.
Chapter completed!