When Chu Heng returned to the grain store from the meeting at the grain bureau, it was already half past five in the evening.
The off-duty time has long passed, and in the empty shop, Lian Qing is left alone and resentfully waiting for the handover.
In fact, normally speaking, he, as an apprentice, was not allowed to do such things as handing over money notes.
But when Aunt Han Lian got off work today, she suddenly felt that he could become an apprentice, so she handed over this glorious task to him.
"Brother, why did you come back? I'm almost starving to death!" Seeing Chu Heng finally back, Lian Qing burst into tears with excitement.
He ate two steamed buns at noon today, and helped carry food several times in the afternoon. He was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
"Is it going to starve you to death if you eat late?" Chu Heng kicked him up and led him to the office with a curse: "Well, you are selling batches. You don't do any business every day, just go to meetings and meetings. Wait for you to have dinner on a bad day. I'm so choked that I'll go to your grave for a meeting!"
Today he had a long study meeting at the Grain Bureau. He didn't even take a break at noon. He was given Gewotou and a glass of cold water to each person, and then continued the meeting.
This butt is almost covered with calluses. Can you feel better?
After the two brothers came to the office, Chu Heng counted the money receipts as quickly as possible in his life, put them into the account and returned them to the treasury, and then hurriedly parted ways with Lian Qing and dispersed.
After arriving home.
He politely declined Sha Zhu's invitation to have a drink together, and kicked Liu Guangtian out, who wanted to drink at his house. He ate something hastily, drank two bottles of beer, and then threw himself on the bed. Fell into a deep sleep.
Amidst the chaos, time passed slowly.
The drunken sunset's face was flushed, and it sank unsteadily into the horizon, taking away the shy moon goddess.
There is no moon tonight, only a few stars are shining brightly, and the whole night sky looks much darker.
At around one o'clock in the morning, Chu Heng woke up from his sleep on time.
"Comfortable!"
After a good sleep, he was full of energy. He stretched out on the bed, took out a cigarette and lit it. After smoking it, he opened the quilt and put on his clothes one by one. .
At nearly half past one, Chu Heng left home quietly, got on his car and rushed into the dark night.
Not long after, he arrived near Yan Muze's house.
Then he quickly put the bicycle into the warehouse and took out the brand new scooter.
There were bags of grain piled on the car, as well as three camphor wood boxes containing some tools and bundles of large black goods.
Chu Heng walked around the car, checked the things on it, and after confirming that there were no problems, he stepped on the tricycle and continued to move forward.
Before he arrived at the door of Yan Muze's house, three figures suddenly emerged from the dark alley ahead and ran straight up to him.
Chu Heng, who was already a little nervous, subconsciously took out the 54, opened the safety at lightning speed, pulled the slide, raised the gun, and aimed, all in one movement.
"Master Chu, Master Chu!"
Yan Muze, who was running forward, almost peeed in fear, and hurriedly shouted a warning, fearing that he would collapse in excitement.
At this time, Chu Heng also saw clearly that the people coming were the Yan family's fathers. He was immediately relieved, and while putting away his gun, he cursed: "Fuck, is there something wrong with you three? You are fooling around, if I move faster, You know, one of you has to die today?"
"It's because I didn't think about it." Yan Muze was also frightened for a while, but there was no time to calm him down at this time. He wiped the sweat from the fright on his forehead and hurriedly told his two sons who were a little scared: "Shut up. What are you doing, hurry up and push me."
"Hey."
The two brothers hurriedly ran to the back of the cart and helped push it forward.
Looking at Chu Heng who was pedaling in front, the two of them had a look of fear on their faces.
Their father had said before that this person was not a good person, and they didn't take it seriously at first. But looking at his fierce posture today, it seemed that they had to be careful.
There is strength in numbers, and within a short time, the four of them arrived outside the Yan family's gate.
After leaving the unloading matter to the Yan brothers, Chu Heng and Yan Muze came to the main house with money and tools.
There was no one in the room at this time. The old man and his wife had already received instructions and went to rest with their grandson in the next room.
The big bed was now filled with things. Sixty antiques of different categories were scattered on the bed. Gold bars of different sizes were piled neatly on the edge of the bed, under the light. Shining underneath.
Chu Heng only glanced at the gold bars on the kang, then quickly withdrew his gaze, turned around and ran towards the antiques on the kang.
He first picked up the wooden Arhat statue from the Song Dynasty that was closest to him and looked at it carefully.
Although this wood carving was damaged in some places, it was distinguished by its age and exquisite craftsmanship. After he pondered for a while, he did not deliberately lower the price. He just offered a very reasonable price within the price range he had given before: "One yuan and five Well, it can’t be any higher.”
Director Chu is still very ethical.
"No problem." Yan Muze had long thought about lying down, and had no intention of bargaining. He hurriedly took a pen and paper from the table next to him and recorded the price, so that he could settle the accounts later.
Chu Heng put down the wood carving and then picked up a celadon-glazed pot. After looking at it for a while, he saw that it was a Yue kiln celadon pot from the Five Dynasties period.
Really good stuff!
He couldn't put it down and gently rubbed the fine open texture on the body of the pot with his fingertips. Without thinking, he gave the highest price: "Three yuan."
This pot is worth the price.
Yan Muche smacked his lips and continued recording silently.
This pot is his...
I feel a little heartbroken at the moment.
After Chu Heng put down the pot, he continued to look impatiently, pocketing the treasures and antiques at the price of cabbage.
Song Dynasty gold and silver pot, three yuan.
A lapis lazuli Muniu Shanzi from the Qianlong period, one dollar.
Tang Dynasty blue and white jade with dragon pattern, two yuan.
Wen Zhengming's landscape paintings of the Ming Dynasty, two pieces per piece.
Calligraphy and painting by Wang Shimin of the Qing Dynasty, Sanmao.
…
By the end, Yan Muze was already numb. Just give him as much as you like, as long as you are happy.
After setting the price of the antiques, Chu Heng turned to the pile of gold bars.
He first picked out a few gold bars and cut them open to verify their authenticity and quality, and then weighed them on a small scale.
After working for a while, he confirmed the weight and turned around to settle accounts with Old Man Yan.
"The gold total is nine thousand and seventy-two, and the sixty antiques add up to one hundred and sixty-one dollars and eight, and the total is nine thousand two hundred and thirty-three and eight dollars."
"The total amount of grain and oil outside is three hundred and eighty."
"You should give me eight thousand eight hundred and fifty-three eighty yuan, and I'll give you the change. Just give me eight thousand eight hundred and fifty."
After the old man finished calculating the accounts, he couldn't wait to turn his eyes to the piles of big black ten that were casually thrown on the ground.
"Open and bright." Chu Heng smiled happily, bent down to pick up the stack of money, and threw them to the old man one by one.
