First, he went to the accountant to issue the invoice. When Jiang Hua got it, he saw that the amount was sixty yuan. The guy who looked at Jiang Hua raised his eyebrows. Jiang Hua immediately understood something and quickly handed it to the accountant with one hundred and twenty yuan. .
After finding a few banners on the street and using a tricycle to transport the things to the courtyard where the wood had been collected, Jiang Hua returned to the recycling station.
These guys are dirty and greedy for money, so there's something to be said for that.
Jiang Hua stood at the door of the recycling bin, and soon saw the guy just walking out of the recycling bin.
"Hey, buddy, let's talk for a while."
When the guy saw Jiang Hua turn around, he frowned unconsciously, but when he saw the big front door handed over by Jiang Hua, he followed Jiang Hua to the corner.
"What's the matter, are you addicted to buying?"
Jiang Hua pushed a big box through the front door and asked with a smile: "Aren't you happy to give you money?"
"What do you mean, please tell me clearly."
"Are those porcelains, calligraphy and paintings, and bronzes for sale?"
The guy squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Hua and said, "You can sell porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, and you can choose a few pieces of bronze. They are heavy metals and have tasks on them."
"Give me a price."
The guy looked at Jiang Hua again and said angrily: "How much money do you have if you are half the size?"
"You don't have to worry about it. You quote the price. If you have it, I'll pay it. If you don't, let's just make friends. You won't be at a loss. You'll still be left with a box at the front door."
"Boy, you are quite smart. I will give you all the porcelain, calligraphy and painting, and you are allowed to pick five pieces of bronze. I will return the package to a pile of two hundred and fifty."
Jiang Hua thought about it and realized that it was actually just a pretense to make money, but it would be unjustifiable if he didn't consider it.
"The price is quite right, but two hundred and fifty is hard to say, but two hundred and forty-five."
The guy nodded and agreed without thinking at all: "Okay, two hundred and forty-five, two hundred and forty-five, but how are you going to move it? Do you dare to move this thing onto the street in a big way?"
It’s true, the movement to eradicate the Four Olds is still in full swing. If people see this, they will be labeled as feudalists.
"I'll move it in the evening. There's a place nearby to store it. Then I'll get a tricycle. It won't be a problem to go back and forth in half an hour."
The boy at the recycling station nodded: "Okay, if you can find a way, you can do it. I won't issue tickets to you. We have to find a way to settle the account ourselves. We will pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other at night."
"That's it, meet at the door at ten o'clock in the evening."
On the way back, I was thinking, where can I find a tricycle? Tricycles are big items at this time. If most people don’t have them, they have to borrow them from Mr. Baner.
Yes, look for Li Kuiyong. His father is Ban'er Ye. Although he passed away, there are uncles and uncles who are still doing this business. It should not be a problem to rent it for one night with Kui Yong's face.
Jiang Hua knew Li Kuiyong, which was also due to Zhong Yuemin. The disciples in the courtyard were naturally incompatible with the children in the alley, but Zhong Yuemin and Kui Yong had a real friendship, and Jiang Hua and Kui Yong also had a good relationship.
Thinking of this, Jiang Hua walked into the supply and marketing cooperative and bought a pound of rice cakes and a pound of glutinous rice sticks. He couldn't go empty-handed when asking for help.
A familiar person found Li Kuiyong's house and knocked on the door.
"Who?"
Hearing the voice, he knew it was Li Kuiyong's mother, so he replied: "Aunt Zhang, I am Kuiyong's buddy, my name is Jiang Hua."
"Jiang Hua, why are you here?"
This was Li Kuiyong's voice. There was a rustling sound in the room, and Li Kuiyong opened the door.
"Kui Yong is also at home. I want to see you for something?"
Jiang Hua handed over the snacks smoothly, and Kui Yong took it and was immediately dissatisfied.
"No, buddy, what do you mean, you come to our house to buy things, and you don't treat me as a buddy."
"I'm not buying it for you. I'm just giving it to my brothers and sisters to satisfy their cravings. Just keep it."
Kui Yong has several younger brothers and sisters. The two younger ones were drooling over the snacks, so Kui Yong took the opportunity to accept them, opened them first, and took a few cakes and handed them to his younger brothers and sisters.
"Eat, thank you brother Jiang Hua first."
"Thank you, Brother Jiang Hua."
Kui Yong's mother poured a glass of water from the enamel jar and put it in Jiang Hua's hand. Kui Yong said to his mother, "Mom, do whatever you have to do. I'll serve my brother myself."
Aunt Zhang glared at her son and said dissatisfied: "What is this kid saying? Hua Zi is not an outsider."
"Yes, yes, you go in and look after your brothers and sisters. Huazi has something to discuss with me."
Kui Yong's mother is a traditional woman who believes in obeying her father before she is married, her husband when she is married, and her son in death. Now her eldest son is the backbone of the family. Since her son has said it, she will obey it.
"Hua Zi, sit down. I'll have the food in a while. I'm going to eat here today."
"Auntie, stop working so hard. I have something to do with Kui Yong. You might have to go out soon."
Kui Yong asked: "Brother, what's going on? It's dinner time and I have to go out."
"Isn't your dad a tricycle rider?"
"Yes, hasn't my father died long ago? Why are you mentioning him?"
"Do you have an uncle who still does this? Borrow the tricycle for one night and return it early tomorrow morning."
Kui Yong asked enthusiastically: "Why do you need to move things? Brother, let me help you."
"As long as I can borrow three wheels, I don't need your help."
Kui Yong said dissatisfied: "You are a heretic. I treat you as an outsider."
"If you get something that is banned, don't get involved. The fewer people know about it, the better. Besides, the seller also wants to see multiple people appear, which makes it more dangerous."
Kui Yong nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I understand, I won't ask anymore, just pay more attention to yourself."
"Can I borrow a three-wheeler?"
"Isn't this nonsense? It's just a matter of words. Come with me."
Kui Yong put on his clothes and hat, and said to his mother, "Mom, Hua Zi and I are going out. You eat first, don't wait for me."
After following Kui Yong around the alley for a long time, he came to a large courtyard.
Kui Yong looked at a middle-aged man and shouted: "Uncle Bai, I will lend you the three-wheeler for one night, and I will return it to you tomorrow morning."
The middle-aged man asked politely: "Kui Yong, I need to move something at home. Do you want me to help?"
"No need, I have my buddies here, young and strong guys."
The middle-aged man handed over the key and did not forget to ask: "Lock it when you leave. If you lose it, you will ruin your job."
"Please lift it up."
The two pushed the car out of the alley, and Kui Yong handed the car to Jiang Hua.
"Here you go, be careful not to ruin my uncle's job."
"You should lift it up too."
Kui Yong turned around and was about to leave, but Jiang Hua stopped him and said, "What are you doing? It's dinner time. I'll treat you to a meal."
"Put it down. You have a few bills with you. I'd better go home and eat them."
