Originally, Chu Heng was very resistant to selling Yan Muze's food. If it weren't for the master-disciple relationship with Na Qingyuan, he wouldn't even bring him a grain of food.
After all, there are risks here.
It can be said that he was completely on the passive side of this transaction, and was even reluctant from the bottom of his heart.
However, when Yan Muze stated the terms of the transaction, Chu Heng's mentality immediately changed, and he was looking forward to the transaction!
Silver dollars are not very cost-effective and he doesn't like them very much, but gold and antiques are both good things!
First, let’s talk about gold. This thing is hard currency. Keep more of this in your hand. If one day you can’t survive and run to a nearby place, you can quickly turn around with the gold in your hand.
It would be even better if he could stay safe and sound until the later stages of the gold bull market. The highest gold price at that time was more than 800 US dollars an ounce. If he could get a few hundred kilograms to sell, he would be able to hit the market in no time. Freedom!
Then there are antiques. He really likes these things, and there is a lot of room for appreciation in the value of these things. He saves more now. If he fails to start a business in the future, or if he is kicked out of the house by Miss Ni for washing feet, it is better to exchange for something. Isn’t it pension money?
After Chu Heng heard Yan Muze's words, various thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he saw a look of embarrassment on his face, as if he was thinking.
At this time, it is difficult to sell gold and antiques in private hands. It would be too abnormal for him to show that he is willing to take over, so for the sake of caution, it is better to pretend.
Yan Muze suddenly became nervous when he saw him like this.
If Chu Heng is not willing to ask for those things, he will have to find a way to take action on his own. If that is the case, there will be a lot of trouble, and if he fails, he will get burned!
Therefore, the best result now is that Chu Heng agrees to use those things to trade, so that the old man not only saves the trouble, but also finds the source of those hot potatoes.
Kill two birds with one stone.
The atmosphere in the room fell into silence.
Chu Heng was drinking water and scratching his butt for a while, while the old man sat opposite him and smoked a cigarette with a heavy heart, not knowing what he was thinking.
As for Yan Muze, he didn't even dare to say anything more. If someone was willing to sell him food, it was already pretty good. How could he dare to talk any more.
After a while, Chu Heng finally had enough. He slowly raised his head, looked at Old Man Yan, and frowned: "I don't want silver dollars, I just want gold and antiques. I wonder what price Master Yan wants to give?"
Yan Muze breathed a long sigh of relief, with a happy face on his face, and said hurriedly: "You can give me 60% of the official price for the gold bars. As for the antiques, you can give me whatever price you want."
When Chu Heng heard this, he rolled his eyelids and joked: "You still want me to give you a price? I'll charge you ten yuan for that bronze sword. Are you willing?"
"No problem! If there's a price, I'll do it." Yan Muze believed it, and readily agreed without thinking.
Those antiques were all too expensive for him. If he hadn't been reluctant to part with them, he would have smashed them and burned them. Not to mention the price, he would have given them away for free. At least he had found those treasures. Where to go so it won't be a waste.
Chu Heng thought he was joking and didn't take it seriously at all. After thinking about it, he said to the old man: "Let's talk about how to deal. Should we still do what we did last time?"
"This..." Yan Muze hesitated and said tentatively: "Master Chu, the pigeon market is too far away from me. I'm afraid something will happen when I go back. Do you think you can move to a place closer to my home?"
Chu Heng thought that this was the case, so he thought for a moment and said, "Well, let's do it. I'll send you to your house directly at two o'clock in the night, is that okay?"
"Yes, yes, I'll trouble you, Mr. Chu." Yan Muze was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.
"Then what do you want to order this time?" Chu Heng thought for a while and warned: "Don't have too many. This will facilitate transportation."
"I see."
After doing the math silently in his mind, Old Man Yan said, "One pound of oil, fifty pounds of stick noodles, ten pounds of white flour, and ten pounds of rice. Do you agree?"
"No problem." Chu Heng smiled and nodded, picked up the teapot and took a sip. He turned to the old man who had been sitting next to him for a while and asked, "What do you need, sir? If you need anything, just ask. I'll send one to you tonight."
"My words..." Na Qingyuan hesitated for a moment, then said: "I don't need the fine grains and oil. Just give me more stick noodles. If you can, just give me a hundred kilograms."
His family couldn't compare with Yan Muze's. There were more than a dozen people of all ages, young and old. If he didn't spend some time sparingly, his little family fortune would be spent.
Chu Heng didn't say much to this, he just nodded and said: "That's it, I'll send it to you around one o'clock in the evening. Remember to leave the door open for me."
After the serious talk was over, the two old men didn't stay any longer. They drank the tea in their cups, got up and left.
After Chu Heng sent the two of them away, he turned around and went to Chaoyang Vegetable Market, where he bought a big rooster and came back to prepare for improving the food in the evening.
In fact, he has chicken and other things in his warehouse, but he now treats those things as spare supplies and would not use them under normal circumstances. Now, whatever he wants to eat or want, he basically has it ready. bought.
"Giggle!"
When he returned to the unit carrying a lively rooster, everyone in the room couldn't help but feel envious.
Look at how other people live, they can have a good meal every now and then, and look at themselves, it's pretty good if they can have one meal of meat a month.
But they can only be envious of this. They are just two people, and they are both cadres. They are not comparable to them.
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evening.
After Chu Heng returned home, he started to clean up the big rooster enthusiastically. He first killed the chicken and bled it, and then began to boil water and remove the feathers.
Huanshi was busy on the other side when Yan Bugui walked in with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at the hairless rooster with a smile and said, "Hey, Director Chu is going to improve the food today."
"I'm greedy." Chu Heng smiled at him, took a kitchen knife and scratched the belly of the white striped chicken.
Yan Bugui rolled his eyes, took a puff of cigarette, and said, "This chicken is not small. How much did it cost?"
"Two yuan and three." Chu Heng said as he carefully took out the chicken offal from the belly of the chicken. These are all good things. He went back to pick them up and stir-fry them with the chicken blood and add some chili. It is the best dish. Appetizers.
"Hey, it's not cheap." The old man looked at the big rooster on the chopping board with greed, and licked his big face and said: "Director Chu, let me discuss something with you. You think you can eat just one chicken like this." , why not just give me this chicken mixed bag, and save you the trouble of cleaning it up."
Seeing that most people are very calculating, it is too expensive to buy chicken to eat. This chicken offal is also considered meaty, cheap, and satisfying.
This is very expensive.
It's a pity that he had calculated everything, but he didn't expect that Chu Heng would not sell it.
This guy is also a foodie. The chicken offal tastes really good when it’s ready. How could he be willing to sell it?
Besides, he is not short of those three melons and two dates.
