Hello, I'm He Yuzhu

Chapter 39 Chance
Leaving the police station, He Yuzhu went to work by bicycle.

All morning, He Yuzhu felt very tormented.

Liu Lan peeked at him from time to time, which made him feel extremely embarrassed.

You, Liu Lan, are Deputy Director Li's lover, is it really okay for you to look at me like this?When the two of you are in an adulterous relationship, if Deputy Factory Manager Li finds out, you won't have to trouble me everywhere, so put on some shoes for me.

"Deputy Director He!"

"Please do something!"

Near noon, comrades from the security department came.

Still holding two pigeons in his hand, please ask him to make soup for the immediate leader of the security department, deputy factory director Li, to have an extra meal at noon.

"Section Chief Song, you're too polite, it's just a little effort!"

He Yuzhu didn't dare to underestimate Section Chief Song. This is an old coin who must take revenge and hold grudges.

"Then I'll leave everything to Deputy Director He. Please give my brother a few words when serving the dishes!"

"It's easy to say, easy to say, I guarantee that Section Chief Song's kindness will not go to waste!"

After dismissing Section Chief Song, He Yuzhu called over to Ma Hua: "Ma Hua, boil water, remove hair, you come to stew pigeon soup!"

With He Yuzhu on the side to guide, Ma Hua is a person with a stable personality, and there is nothing wrong with it. He stewed the pigeon soup with a slow fire. By the way, he also tried the taste for Deputy Factory Manager Li, and it was not bad.

"Mahua, from now on, the factory leaders will eat small stoves, and some simple dishes will be handed over to you!"

In order to reduce his workload, He Yuzhu gradually delegated power to MCA!
Well, in fact, He Yuzhu is too lazy to move. Wouldn't it be nice to sit in the back kitchen or go to the office to sleep all day? Therefore, as a big apprentice, Ma Hua naturally has to share the burden for the master.

After lunch, He Yuzhu disappeared. The money in the portable space should not let it lie down and become moldy. I thought it was a long time since I went to the trust store to search for treasures. It is time to search. When the sports come next year, these things are all Four old, no matter how much money you want to buy, there is no place to buy them.

"Master, do you remember me?"

He Yuzhu came to the trust store last time with his arm under the big front door that the second uncle gave him.

"As generous as you are, and you know how to respect the elderly, how can my old man forget it!"

"Hey, I have to trouble you to get old again this time!"

He Yuzhu put the big front door on the counter very sensiblely.

The old master didn't pretend, just put it away, and said with a smile: "Man, have you brought enough money?"

Hearing this, it is obvious that there is something good!

"Master, don't worry about it!"

He Yuzhu patted his pocket on purpose.

"Okay, look at this, Ming Yongle gold-plated bronze Buddha statue!"

Looking at this unremarkable, not even radiant bronze statue, He Yuzhu really didn't take a fancy to it, but suddenly remembered a piece of news that he had read. It seemed that a gilt-bronze Buddha statue of Ming Yongle was sold at an auction in Hong Kong. The transaction price is more than 2 million.

What's more, the master master took his own benefits, so he wouldn't cheat himself, after all, the money sold did not belong to him personally.

"How many?"

"The main consignment price: two hundred and two!"

"wanted!"

He Yuzhu readily paid for it.

"Apricot forest and spring swallow bowl made by Emperor Qianlong of Qing Dynasty!"

The old master stretched out a finger: "One hundred!"

"wanted!"

What else can I say, if you think about it with your butt, you know it's a good thing, and it's worth it just by the four words Qianlong Imperial System.

"Northern Song Dynasty Ru kiln sky blue glaze skimming bottle, three hundred!"

"wanted!"

Although he doesn't know much about antiques, the Northern Song Dynasty is at least older than the Qing Dynasty, and its value must be higher than that of the Qing Dynasty. To put it bluntly, it is more valuable.

"The last piece, Gu Yuexuan's inscription on the amphora with a flower stone golden pheasant picture!"

"One hundred and five!"

"Call the ticket, master, is there nothing else?"

He Yuzhu complained in a low voice: "There are only four pieces. When I entered the door and heard your old tone, I thought it was a lot. I was so excited!"

He Yuzhu happily paid 770 yuan and got four cultural relics worth over [-] million yuan.

When the master heard this, he snorted softly and said, "Man, this is not enough. If it is everywhere, it can be seen everywhere, and it is not called an antique cultural relic!"

He Yuzhu was right when he thought about it, he was too greedy.

"Men, I don't think you are a poor man. For the sake of your respect for the old man, the old man has a chance to give you a chance. It depends on whether you have the strength to swallow it!"

The old master handed him a cigarette, and said seriously: "I heard this from my mouth, but no third person should know. I have an old friend who wants to move his family to the south. He has a lot of treasures in his family. If If you are interested, I will take you to have a look!"

He Yuzhu was excited: "Then what are you waiting for, let's go!"

The master was silent for a while, and stretched out two fingers: "Man, if you don't have this number, don't worry about it!"

2 yuan?
He Yuzhu was dumbfounded, you must know that this was in the 60s!

When he saw the old master put up two fingers, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency that was about to suffocate, as if someone had strangled his neck, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Not for anything else, just because he has no money, he can't eat the fat in front of his eyes, and he regrets it so much that his heart aches.

"Master, can you give me three days?"

"Honestly speaking, it's not convenient in my hand, I need time to get it together!"

He Yuzhu looked at the old man anxiously, for fear that he would refuse him out loud.

"Okay, just three days. If you don't come after three days, I'll find another buyer for my old friend!"

He Yuzhu left in a hurry, not even the joy of having just harvested the four collections, and was only thinking about making money.

He Yuzhu went to the supply and marketing cooperatives and department stores, and went shopping to see which items are suitable for this era, and finally chose the 'comb' for combing hair, which sells for 3 cents and 3 cents apiece.

First-grade white granulated sugar costs [-] cents a catty, red apricot jelly candy costs [-] yuan and [-] catties, and sugar tickets are required, but each person only has two taels of sugar tickets per month, so sugar is undoubtedly the most in short supply. If you get married, It is also very respectable for the man to use two or three catties of sugar as a dowry gift.

In Pigeon City, Hai Zizi saw He Yuzhu as enthusiastically as he saw his own father, his old father.

"Brother Hai, combs, white sugar, brown sugar, and all kinds of candy, I shipped a lot this time!"

The anxious He Yuzhu didn't show courtesy to Hai Laizi.

"How much is there?"

"[-] catties of white sugar, [-] catties of brown sugar, [-] catties of fudge, fruit candy, and toffee!"

The cripple was startled, and got up excitedly, but he forgot that he had one leg. If it wasn't for the support of his younger brother, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Brother Hai, you heard me right, brother, I'm not lying, I need money urgently."

The sea cripple is powerless, he can't eat so much, he can't even get white sugar and brown sugar together, firstly, he has a lot of tickets in his hands, and secondly, dozens of brothers live with him, so he can't save at all What kind of spare money, a few thousand yuan, he can get together, but this amount is too big.

Seeing Hai Zizi's constantly changing expression, He Yuzhu made a move for Hai Zizi.

"Brother Hai, you can raise funds with the brothers below, and then let them go to the countryside to collect bulk goods. Taking them to make money is not selfless dedication, you can take their commission!"

He Yuzhu pointed to Hai Cripple's confidant Bie San, "For example, Biesan made a hundred yuan, you can take a profit of ten yuan, and you can also increase their price by ten cents per catty."

After hearing the words, Bie San felt that He Yuzhu was his relative, and even proposed to let Brother Hai take him to make money. Although there is no shortage of food and drink with the lame Hai, how can he enjoy making money by himself?

Looking at Bie San's hopeful eyes, Hai Laizi thinks this is a good way to kill two birds with one stone.

Not only can he make money, but he can also make his brothers respect him more. Profit drives people's hearts. In the future, who is unwilling to work for him?
"Brother, this matter is settled like this. Since you are in a hurry to ask for money, I will ask for white sugar and brown sugar. I will talk about the rest next time. I am afraid that the money will not come together! I am in a hurry to have a meeting with my brothers. It is still the same time, the same place, See you tonight!"

Hai Laizi greeted Bie San and began to call the brothers for a meeting.

He Yuzhu also returned to work. The white sugar and brown sugar in the supermarket are all in the size of a bag of one hundred catties, and all they have to do is come out of the space.

(End of this chapter)