I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 544: Every sip and every bite, is it destiny?
After what happened at the Yan family, Song Wu was reminded that now was the time to check back old things, so he should go out and move around.

We can't let them waste these good things. These people have no sense of severity, and they don't know good from bad. They are ruthless. They are willing to give up anything, which fully demonstrates that they don't feel sorry for selling their father's land.

They don't feel bad about it, but Song Wu does. Since you don't care about it, I do, so I'll keep it first.

In the first few days, Song Wu wandered around day and night, going through all the alleys and lanes in the old city. Whenever he saw someone looking for something, he would go over.

If he found something and wanted to confiscate it, he would collect it for the person in advance. If he really couldn't stand the behavior, he would knock out the ruthless person and throw him aside. At least it could give the person who was suffering a temporary reprieve.

After playing with fire for a few days, he felt that this was too inefficient. He decided to follow the clues and go straight to the other party's lair. In that way, he might be able to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop and get twice the result with half the effort.

His timely adjustment of his working methods proved to be correct. Of course, this was also related to the fact that he had discovered some patterns while busying around in the past few days.

He found that when these people found something, most of them would gather together, and then at night, they would gather the things together again at each location, and finally transport them away one by one in trucks.

Song Wu saw that the situation was similar to the way he usually collected junk. Usually, individual buyers would go out on bicycles and go from door to door, collect scattered items, and then go back to the purchasing station or purchasing point to sort them out, and finally hand them over to the purchasing station in the district, and then they would sort them out layer by layer and finally gather them in the warehouse.

From this perspective, as long as he can trace the old things back to the warehouse, he won't have to run around every day.

After making this plan, Song Wu picked and chose, and found a team of guys who seemed to be more capable at work. He followed them around Dongcheng District for a long time, watching them fight and work hard for a whole day. In the end, he collected a lot of good things and saw them being delivered to the big yard of Beixinqiao Mall by tricycle.

Song Wu then realized that he had found a gathering place. However, looking at the current scale, it was at most a purchasing point. So now he had to remain patient and wait.

Sure enough, after 10 o'clock in the evening, Song Wu finally waited for a truck to arrive and watched these people move the old things up.

Watching these people's hasty movements is really heartbreaking. Those nice furniture, pots and jars, can't you be gentler? Normally, you don't even let me touch them at home, but these people just grab them and throw them into the car. Oh. I don't know how many good things were ruined.

Maybe it was because they were carrying too many things, or maybe the driver knew that he should drive as slowly as possible to reduce the damage. Therefore, Song Wu could barely keep up with the car on a bicycle.

Walk all the way to Qianmen Street, and then head west.

When they got out of Fuchengmen, Song Wu found that there was not just one truck, but several more coming from different directions.

Song Wu took some care to conceal his figure and did not dare to follow too closely. He even went around behind the last car. Anyway, he had his senses, so he was not afraid of losing the target when following the car at the beginning.

Song Wu followed the convoy carefully into a large yard. There was no guard, and the road was unobstructed. He looked around and thought it should be a large granary. But now it has become a temporary warehouse. While Song Wu was busy here, he took a look at the surroundings of several warehouses where things were stored.

The people here are in a mess, and there is no management. The people coming in and out of the warehouses are very chaotic. The things inside are also piled up in a mess. Looking at the artworks, they are like garbage, piled up in piles. It really hurts Song Wu to see it.

Song Wu waited patiently until the early morning, when the courtyard finally quieted down. There was no one in the warehouse, so he went in and looked through the items carefully, taking many photos with his camera.

There are so many things here that no one can even count them. If they are thrown around randomly like this, who can tell where they are? Who knows how many people are taking advantage of the situation?
He roughly estimated the number and types of items and felt that he could not handle this matter by himself, so he left directly and rode his bicycle to find the old leader.

I guess Beijing is quite busy recently. The old man used to go on business trips frequently, but now he comes casually and is always busy in the office.

Song Wulai had sent him money several times, and he had probably used up half of the gold. Today, he came to the office again, and seeing how busy he was, he guessed that it would be another sleepless night.

Song Wu walked directly to the desk and handed him the film. "There is a reserve granary outside Fucheng Gate, and there are several warehouses of old things. It's heartbreaking to see. I went to check the situation, and the only word that came to my mind was a waste of natural resources. If no measures are taken, these things will either be destroyed or stolen by someone. All the things that have been confiscated in the past few days have been gathered there."

The old chief looked at the film with a serious expression on his face. He just nodded, picked up the phone on the table and made a call. It sounded like he was calling someone.

It took just over a minute for a young secretary to come over. The old chief pointed at the film and said to the secretary, "Hurry up and develop it and give it to me."

After the secretary left with the film, he said to Song Wu, "Leave it to me. I will try my best to intercept the things. I will arrange them properly and seal them up in a proper place. I will make overall plans later. Now I can only intercept the things first and cannot take care of other details."

There was a lot of work to do here, and it was obvious that he didn't even have time to say a word. So Song Wu briefly explained the situation over there, and quickly said goodbye and left.

It really feels like he is the only one who can do it. Really, the reality is that he basically relies on himself.

According to the few words he said just now, he is confident that he can handle things properly this time, or because the batch of gold that Song Wu sent him before has enabled him to accumulate a certain amount of strength.

The next day, news finally came about the Yan family. Song Wu felt a little unbelievable after hearing it. He didn't expect that the books he wrote were just a drop in the ocean. As a result, they unexpectedly found a certificate of merit from a secret place in Yan Bugui's house.

Of course, it can also be called a commendation order. I didn't expect that Yan Bugui had taught in the three northeastern provinces when he was young and worked as a teacher. He was not a teacher of elementary and middle school students, but a cultural teacher of the police force of the puppet state newly established by the emperor.

I guess this old man thought that period was the peak of his life. He couldn't bear to throw away the commendation order signed and sealed by the emperor, so he kept it as a souvenir. This is what they call "every sip and every bite is predestined".

(End of this chapter)