Siheyuan: a better life

Chapter 683 Old Wei!

At around six o'clock in the evening, a hunchbacked middle-aged man pulled a cart back to a scrap collection station.

"Old Wei! It seems that your harvest today is really good!" A middle-aged man in the scrap collection station saw the bottles and cans loaded on the cart and greeted the hunchbacked middle-aged man with a smile.

Lao Wei, a hunchbacked middle-aged man, heard the doorman's words and said to the doorman with a smile: "Old Zhong! I'm lucky today! So I collected a few more things."

Old Wei pulled the cart to the warehouse, and after handing it over to the warehouse, he limped towards where he lived.

"Old Wei! Why are you back so early today?"

"Old Wei! My family fried some peanuts today. Do you want to come to my place for a drink tonight?"

Lao Wei limped into a two-entry courtyard. The residents in the courtyard greeted him warmly when they saw him coming back.

When Lao Wei heard what his neighbors said, he greeted them politely.

"The eldest sister of the Liu family! I was lucky today. I collected a lot of things, so I got off work early."

Lao Wei limped to the door of his home. He first glanced at the crack in the door to make sure that the secret mark on the door had not been destroyed, then opened the door and walked into his home.

After reading the contents of the note, Old Wei dropped the note in his hand into the stove. The note instantly turned into a ball of flame and was burned up.

"Lao Zhou! I have something to do tonight. Let's drink this wine another day."

After returning to the house, Old Wei first turned on the light, then locked the door from the inside, reached into his pocket and took out a note.

"Collect waste! Is there any waste to be collected?" At around eight o'clock the next morning, a hunchbacked middle-aged man pulled a cart and shouted as he walked along Donghuamen Street.

When Old Wei heard the shouting, he subconsciously stopped and quickly replied: "Collect it! As long as it is scrap, our scrap station will collect it."

After hearing Old Wei's answer, the middle-aged man immediately ordered to Old Wei: "Comrade! Which scrap station do you work for? Do you have a certificate? If so, go to the guard room to register, and then follow me Go in and count the bottles. If you don’t bring the certificate, just wait here and I’ll arrange for someone to deliver the bottles to you.”

"The waste collector! There are some empty wine bottles for sale in the canteen of our unit. Come with me quickly." When Old Wei pulled the trolley past a unit, the middle-aged man who was chatting with people at the door of the unit heard Old Wei Wei's shout immediately shouted to Old Wei.

Thinking of the content on the note, Old Wei frowned and murmured to himself: "Donghuamen Street is where some units are located. Most of these units have soldiers standing guard. The difficulty of this task is not ordinary!"

When Old Wei heard the middle-aged man's words, he replied with a compliment: "Comrade! I brought the ID issued by my work unit, and I will go to the guard to register now."

When the middle-aged man heard what Old Wei said, he immediately ordered the soldier on guard: "Comrade! I want to take this comrade from the scrap collection station to the canteen to collect a batch of unwanted bottles. Please help him register. "

When the soldier heard the middle-aged man's introduction, he immediately nodded and said to Old Wei: "Comrade! Please come with me." After registering, Old Wei pulled the cart and walked in behind the middle-aged man. In the courtyard.

Old Wei looked at the staff walking around in the courtyard and asked the middle-aged man curiously, "Comrade! What kind of unit are you here? Why are there so many people here?"

The middle-aged man leading the way didn't think much when he heard Old Wei's inquiry. He introduced with a proud look: "We are a ministry-level unit here, so there are naturally more people."

When Lao Wei heard the middle-aged man's answer, he felt the arrogance in his words. He smiled and asked the middle-aged man: "Comrade! Is the unit next door to you also a ministry-level unit? Why does the office building next door only have two floors? High, and your office building here is four stories high.”

When the middle-aged man heard what Old Wei said, he replied without thinking: "The compound next door is a department-level unit under the Government Affairs Council. How can it be compared with our unit?"

When Lao Wei heard the middle-aged man's introduction, he showed a puzzled expression on his face and asked curiously: "Comrade! Aren't the units on East Street all ministerial-level units? How come departments and bureau-level units work here? And he still has such a big yard to himself.”

When the middle-aged man heard Old Wei's inquiry, he didn't think much and replied: "Although the Trade Department is a department-level unit, the Trade Department has more power than us!"

Halfway through what he said, the middle-aged man suddenly felt something was wrong. He stopped instinctively, looked at Old Wei who was following him with suspicion, and asked him: "Comrade! I said you are a rag collector, how could you do this?" There are so many questions, are these things you can ask?”

Seeing that the middle-aged man was alert, Old Wei immediately explained with a smile: "Comrade! I'm just curious, please don't pay attention."

When the middle-aged man heard Old Wei's explanation and saw the other party's honest and courteous face, he did not forget to remind Old Wei: "You are just meeting me. If you meet anyone else, you will definitely be reported as an enemy agent. In the future, If you want to collect rags in this area, you'd better not pry around."

When Old Wei heard the middle-aged man's reminder, he quickly thanked the middle-aged man: "Comrade! Thank you for your reminder. I will definitely not pry around in the future."

In the next few days, Lao Wei would pull a cart and buy scraps along Dongda Road every day. When he passed by the Trading Department, he would pay special attention to the situation in the Trading Department.

This situation lasted for a week. One night, under the cover of darkness, Lao Wei came to the entrance of a very remote courtyard.

Standing at the door of the small courtyard, Old Wei first looked left and right, observing the surroundings for a while, then raised his hand and knocked on the door rhythmically.

The courtyard door opened quickly. The middle-aged man who opened the door saw Old Wei standing at the door and asked him with a wary look: "Why are you here at my place so late?"

When Old Wei heard the middle-aged man's inquiry, he did not answer the other party's question directly. Instead, he ignored the other party's existence and limped into the small courtyard.

Old Wei walked into the house where the middle-aged man lived, as if he were returning to his own home, sat down in front of a chair, and whispered to the middle-aged man who walked into the house after him: "Old man! Come in! The things Feng asked us to investigate have already become clear. The new equipment purchased by the factories in China are all purchased through the Trade Department."

"What department is the Trade Department? Why have I never heard of it, Old Wei! Could it be that you brought a piece of false information to deceive Shangfeng?" The middle-aged man looked suspicious when he heard the situation introduced by Old Wei. Questioned Lao Wei.

Facing the middle-aged man's doubts, Old Wei was not angry. He opened his mouth and told the middle-aged man: "Old man! This is absolutely true. Go out of the city tomorrow and send a telegram to Shangfeng."

(End of this chapter)