Xu Xiyan went home in agony.
The next morning, she went to the pawn shop in Peijing again and pleaded with the front manager.
"I didn't lose my receipt, it was destroyed in the washing machine! Can you please cut me some slack? I've already brought 100,000 yuan and five years of interest to repay the loan. I beg you, please return my violin to me!"
No matter how much she begged, the front manager wouldn't budge.
"I'm sorry, madam. You didn't show up with the receipt in time, and the item has been processed for the overdue loan. It has entered the auctioning circulation. I really can't do more to help you. I am truly sorry."
The front manager had said all he could say. Xu Xiyan had to give up.
She inquired about the auction and learned that her mother's violin would be auctioned at the Peijing Hongye Auction House at noon that day.
Xu Xiyan panicked. Oh no! If the violin was sold off, she might not have the chance to find it again.
