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The person who came out was Master Chen. He was only fifty-two years old this year and had taken good care of himself, he looked like he was in his forties. He was normally dressed very carefully, wearing a pair of eyes, and looked very gentle.

"Master Chen." I called his name. "Please tell me why."

Master Chen looked at me with a complicated gaze before sighing and opening the door, indicating for me to enter the room.

I followed Master Chen into the house. Master Chen's wife stood by the door and looked at me nervously.

"Sister-in-law." I called to her.

She nodded at me, looking a little embarrassed as she said, "Ah Ying, you still haven't eaten, right? Let's have some first."

"No need, sister-in-law." I said smilingly, "This time, I'm the one who came to trouble the Master Chen."

Master Chen looked at sister-in-law and me, and finally sighed and sat on the sofa. I followed suit.

Master Chen's wife brought two cups of tea, and I saw chrysanthemums floating in the water.

Since he called me in, he must have told me why. I couldn't hurry him, lest he stop telling me even if he wanted to.

"Ah Ying, your uncle watched you grow up, and your grandfather is my savior. Back then, when I was about to starve to death, Master gave me some food to eat and taught me how to make a living." Master Chen placed his hands on his knees, feeling very sorry for me.

I listened to him quietly. I felt so guilty, and why did I leave my shop?

"When that girl called Little He first came to find me, I scolded her and told her to scram." "But she came back to find me in a few days. She said that her boss knew that my daughter was in the United States and that her boss knew many people in the United States. If I didn't listen to her, she would have a way to make my daughter suffer in the United States."

I sneered in my heart. To let the daughter of the Master Chen suffer such misfortune in the United States, could Ye He's boss extend his hand this long?

"I didn't believe it at first. I thought she was bragging." "In a few days, my daughter will be calling to tell me that some foreigners with guns have come to her place. She lives in some areas in the United States that are not particularly good, and at night, there will even be gunshots. A Chinese shop was robbed earlier, and she said that she was especially afraid."

I listened to Master Chen's words. No matter how Ye He's so-called boss did it, they had managed to scare Master Chen, even if Ye He's boss only told Master Chen's daughter to tell his father like this, it's still possible for to give her some money.

I nodded my head. Since this matter is already related to the safety of Master Chen and his daughter, I have to be careful. Regardless of whether this matter is real or fake, I cannot doubt it.

I nodded towards Master Chen and asked, "Is this also the reason why others left the store?"

Master Chen smiled bitterly and said, "Other than me, everyone else is doing it because of money."

He had used all of his threats and enticements.

"I understand, Master Chen." I stood up to leave, but actually, it wasn't a big deal for them to leave my shop. After all, it was a popular two-way choice, the company could choose employees, and employees who had the ability could choose the company. I could understand why they would leave my shop, but I needed a reason.

"I know the reason you guys left." I said, "Then I'll be leaving Master Chen first."

Master Chen muttered to himself for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "Ah Ying, I know what Master has done for me, but I have decided that for the sake of my daughter, I cannot work for you anymore. I will not work in this profession anymore, so I do not need the things Master has taught me."

Hearing Master Chen's words, I immediately said, "Master Chen, you don't need to do this, it was originally yours to have mastered the art, you don't need to do this, go work there, since they are so generous in digging people up there, they must be doing something big, go, even if it is my grandfather, he will agree, if you don't work, what do you want your daughter in the United States to do, what do you, you are still in your fifties, this is the perfect time to do it."

Master Chen looked up at me. Somehow, I could see tears in his eyes, "Master is a good person, and you are also a good person. But I …" There was a little hesitation in his expression.

I don't want him to change careers for our family. He's been in jewelry for decades, how could he change careers so easily? Furthermore, he's so old, so what kind of business can he be in. If something were to happen later on, his entire family would definitely blame it on me.

"You're on the other side now. How about you come back when I'm better?" I advised him.

Master Chen looked at me, and in the end, nodded as though he was enduring a humiliation.

I sighed in my heart. I must find the person hiding in the back. I want to know who forced us to such a state.

"Then I'll be leaving Master Chen first. Contact me again if you need anything." I said to the Master Chen.

"Let's finish dinner before leaving." Master Chen's wife called out to me. Her apron was still smeared with white flour, she was frail and sickly, with a gentle personality, and would make some handmade food to sell online. She also sold it well.

I looked at Master Chen, then at Master Chen's wife, and finally nodded.

After dinner I went home, spread the papers out on the table, and began to think about what to do next.

I had been studying in the United States for three years, and of course I couldn't compare to the craftsmanship of the old people. I could barely afford it, but I had to get the shop up, because I was the only one left in the shop.

Right now, my priority is to find Ye He, I must go to her home to take a look tomorrow.

I found Ye He's resume. The photo of her on the resume was very good.

She's from the city and she lives in the old part of town, and I can understand how she tries to climb, but I can't bear to use this shop as a ladder.

The more I sat at home and thought about it, the more annoyed I became. I couldn't even calm myself down by picking up my favorite gem. I put on my coat and went out for a walk.

I went to the bar where I would go before leaving the country, where it was quiet and private, and where a long-haired woman in a black dress played a cello on the stage. It was Sanson's Swan.

I ordered a glass of whiskey with ice in it and sipped it slowly, the amber liquid shining mysteriously in the light.

I took out a cigarette and put it to my lips. I lit it with the lighter I had placed on the table.

I forgot how much wine I drank, and only felt that the strong wine felt extremely comfortable when it rolled down my throat. I was infatuated with this feeling, and by the time I realized it, I had already drunk a lot and was already beginning to stagger.

"Alone?" A man was sitting on the sofa beside me. He reached out and tried to grab my hand.

I squinted my eyes and tried to look at him. The man in front of me had the same smell as Xie Zongming, that decadent smell that the middle-aged man thought he was, even though their skin was already full of wrinkles and their beer bellies looked like eight-month-old pregnant women, the smell of sewers in their mouths, the few hairs on their carefully combed hair every day, doing their best to comb a little bit more than the few tufts of hair on their head. They had nothing in their hands but pitiful money, but still thought that the young girl would go to bed with him because of a little money.

"I just got a $5 million deal here." "I'll buy you anything you want."

I looked at him with a faint smile. "There are quite a few young girls sitting over there. They all like your straightforward style." I'm glad I drank too much now, at least I don't have to see the man's sick face in front of me.

"That's what I like about you." The middle-aged man rubbed my shoulder with one hand and reached for my skirt with the other. He said to me with a lustful, oily face, "Only someone as old as you can be."

I never expected to be mocked for being old by a fat, middle-aged man in his forties.

I was in a bad mood, so I got a free vent.

I threw off his hand and staggered up against the table. I picked up the bottle and poured myself a full glass of wine. "Here, let me buy you a drink," I said with a smile.

The middle-aged man looked at me with a troubled expression on his face.

"What is it? "I don't dare to drink it." "Don't mess with me if you don't have the guts to drink."

I poured the wine from my glass over the middle-aged man's head, and the amber liquid ran down his fat face, making him look better, though he didn't think so.

"You bitch!" The middle-aged man gnashed his teeth as he grabbed my hand and said, "See if laozi gets you or not!"

I glared at him and kicked him in the lower half of his body, my high heels landing solidly on his skin. As he let go of my hand in pain, I took the bottle from the table and smashed it on his head. Because I drank too much, I wasn't sure, but it was enough for him to remember this lesson forever.

I have to admit that the anger I had held in for a few days finally burst out at this moment.

I poured myself another bottle of wine and poured them down my throat. I could feel my vision grow dim as I drank too much.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground. I shakily took out money from my wallet and threw it at the man's face.

I grabbed my jacket that was placed on the sofa and was about to leave, but the middle-aged man laid on the floor and grabbed onto my leg, not letting me leave. At this moment, someone finally noticed what was happening and ran over.

"Let go!" I reached for another bottle of wine on the table.

But at this moment, a slightly cold hand gripped my wrist.

I will never forget this familiar touch.