Lawyer Qin took out several documents from the safe and said to me: "Mr.
Hu Bayi, this is the will left by Mr.
Sang.
We have verified the basic content.
But the last one is a special situation.
I hope you can make a careful decision. " I took it over and took a look, and I couldn't even laugh or cry.
He turned to the fat man and said, "Come and take a look.
You are mentioned in it.
This old man is a prophet."
The fat man was very curious, picked it up and took a look, and then said angrily: "I'll fuck you, you can't sign this kind of unequal treaty even if you die.
I can tell you, old Hu, you can't do it for the revolutionary friendship we have had for more than 20 years."
It’s a bit of a shabby antique and you forget your roots.”
In Mr.
Sang's will, the last clause clearly stipulates: Anyone who inherits my mantle of Sang Yuji must cut off all contact with all relatives and friends named "Wang".
Anyone who violates this without authorization will be deprived of their inheritance rights for life.
Lawyer Qin was also very embarrassed.
He said that this was the client's intention and that he had questioned it when he made the will.
However, Mr.
Sang was very stubborn and refused to make any concessions.
I said: "This is his freedom and we should respect it."
"Then what Mr.
Hu means is" "Whoever wants to sign, this matter has nothing to do with me from today on."
In fact, before coming to the United States, I had been worrying about how to escape from "Yiyuanzhai".
Now that I have such a God-given opportunity, I must seize it.
Although I don’t know what Mr.
Sang is up to, as long as I seize this overlord clause, they don’t dare to force me to sign.
After all, the decision is in my hands.
Whether I want friends or a country is beyond your control.
The fat man gave me a thumbs up: "Well done, Old Hu.
You withstood the sugar-coated bullets of the capitalists.
You are indeed a good soldier of Chairman Mao."
Fatty and I got up to leave, but Lawyer Qin chased me all the way.
When he walked to the hall, Uncle Xue was shocked.
He heard that Boss Sang had made such a will, and said with a wry smile: "After all these years, he still can't swallow the feeling in his heart.
Brother Hu, I can't blame you for this.
But he There are also difficulties.
You might as well sit down and listen to me start from the beginning, and then make plans after you understand the reasons. " I wanted to hear the story again, so I quickly explained: "To be honest, I came to the United States mainly to get a wife.
The fortune teller said that if I don't leave and delay the auspicious time, I will be a bachelor for the rest of my life. .
Please keep your story.
If there is a chance, I will bring my wife to listen to it. " After saying that, Fatty and I rushed out of the door without looking back.
As the fat man ran, he asked me what I was afraid of.
I said that these old men were so good at telling stories.
The last time they told them, they lasted all night.
If I asked him to tell them from the beginning today, he would have to listen to the year and month.
The fat man said: "Then what should we do now?
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Do you have Shiry Yang's address?"
I said I only knew it was the National Museum, but I couldn't remember the specific location.
He said that it would be easy to handle.
He estimated that the National Museum here is equivalent to our Forbidden City in Beijing, both of which are places of interest.
Once you inquire, you will be sure.
I dug out an English booklet and learned two sentences in English to ask for directions.
The two of them stumbled around and inquired about it, and finally found the Smithsonian Museum, which is also known as the National Museum of the United States.
It was around six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was already getting dark.
The building in front of you is tall and majestic, full of modern atmosphere, and exudes a strong cultural atmosphere under the sunlight.
I stood in the big square and sighed for a long time.
I told the fat man that I would get a camera to take some photos some other day and take them back home as a souvenir.
The fat man pointed to the ticket office next to the museum gate and said: "The long march of thousands of miles is just the last step.
Old Hu, buy a ticket quickly
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