Chapter 1642: I have a little goldfish 8

Wei Yiran went back.
The banker had already left. The garden villa was empty. He walked around to the back door, taking advantage of the dim sky, unguarded, moved a few bricks to step in, stepped in from the back door courtyard wall, and ran all the way to his grandfather’s study. in.
The room was messy, and all kinds of books were piled up, obviously being turned over.
They are all ordinary books with no collection value. The best end is probably to sell them to the used book market.
Wei Yiran found the diaries of his grandfather, put them in his arms, and then left Wei's house in the dim sky.
When the woman called him Zi'an, he was confused, but then remembered that Zi'an was his grandfather's word.
People of the older generation, with a little bit of culture, would choose words for themselves, but now everyone is used to calling them by their names, no one uses words as addresses anymore. Over time, the so-called words are forgotten.
Wei Yiran met twice by chance.
When his grandfather wrote calligraphy, if he was satisfied with the work, he would stamp it with the word "Zi'an" on the seal.
The old maid at home also said that his appearance is almost the same as his grandfather's appearance when he was young.
That woman should have mistaken him for grandpa.
The six diaries are heavy, cowhide covers, and yellowish papers. At this time, they are held in their arms and have an unusual weight inexplicably.
Holding the diary, Wei Yiran hurriedly got on an electric three-wheeler and returned to Huang Ming's residence.
Huang Ming is drying the mattress on the bed.
I don't know what Wei Yiran did to his bed. The bed was wet, but fortunately the quilt was dry, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to sleep tonight.
Huang Ming aired the mattress on the green-painted iron railing outside the corridor, and with a habit of flattering grease nozzle, he borrowed old mattresses and old sheets from his neighbors. After tidying up the house, touching his stomach, preparing to cook a bowl of instant noodles, Wei Yiran returned.
Wei Yiran bought two bowls of beef noodles, wrapped in plastic bags outside the lunch boxes, and placed them on the table.
Huang Ming is overjoyed.
Then I thought that the money for buying noodles was about my own, and this surprise was discounted.
The two sat at the table eating noodles, Huang Ming hesitated and said, "Master, my money..."
"Eat first, I'll tell you something after I finish eating." Wei Yiran said.
Huang Ming swallowed the rest of the words and ate the noodles...
Wei Yiran read his diary while eating noodles.
He looked attentively. Huang Ming tried to interrupt several times without success, and finally gave up. After eating the noodles, he cleared the table, and was busy feeding and changing the water for the koi. After his busy work, he went to the street bathhouse to take a bath.
It doesn't matter if there is no money, he can pay on credit.
After Huang Ming finished the bath and came back comfortably with a towel on his back, Wei Yiran was still reading his diary.
Wei Yiran is the young master, and Huang Ming is the servant. Even if the Wei family is gone, Huang Ming does not dare to be too presumptuous in front of Wei Yiran because of the previous master-servant relationship.
He didn't bother Wei Yiran, and fell asleep with his bed under the covers.
As for where Wei Yiran slept tonight, Huang Ming was too lazy to care, except that there was a pain in the electricity bill before going to bed.
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Wei Yiran glanced through the first and second diaries, and the contents were mostly related to business. When the third diary appeared, the description of "fairy fish" appeared.
At this time, the Wei family is already well-known in the Wenzhou business community. It is recorded in the diary that Wei Yiran’s grandfather Wei Ping, together with other family members, funded the expedition and went to a certain place to find the "fairy fish."
It's not clear where they got the news. The diary didn't mention it. What is certain is that this expedition has a leader who has a good relationship with Wei Ping and regularly reports to him on the progress of the expedition.
In the third diary, the contents of angelfish appeared intermittently four times, all of which returned without success.
Merchants are chasing profits. After a long time, collaborators have withdrawn one after another. They think that expedition is a bottomless pit, and they want to find angelfish.
Only Wei Ping continued to fund the expedition.