Goldfinger is a bit strange

Xiao Guo was really shocked by the numbers Liu Qingshan reported. His project only needed a few dozen cubic meters of construction steel.

You are talking about tens of thousands of cubic meters. I really can't digest it.

Chu Zhengnan couldn't stand it any more: "You are full of bullshit. Do you have steel?"

His brothers also laughed in cooperation.

Under the current situation, even people with such power as them can't get steel, let alone Liu Qingshan, a small figure in their eyes.

The border trade is too far away, so many news have not been passed on.

Therefore, Chu Zhengnan and others didn't know that Longteng Company had set up such a big stall in Heihe.

Now Liu Qingshan didn't need to take action. Wang Zhan took out his mobile phone and helped to contact them.

Wang Zhan has always been at odds with Chu Zhengnan and his gang. How could he let go of such a chance to slap him in the face?

He made a few phone calls and contacted a special steel distributor in the capital. The other party happened to have relatively low-end construction steel, so he immediately agreed.

"Done."

Wang Zhan put away his mobile phone and glanced at Chu Zhengnan and his people across from him happily.

It still feels good this way!

Wang Zhan felt that when he dealt with Chu Zhengnan and his people in the past, at most he would end up fighting or something, which was really too low-class.

It's still the best now, with a feeling of being able to talk and laugh with a feather fan, and destroy the masts and oars in the air.

And Chu Zhengnan and others looked at each other, all looking at Wang Zhan in disbelief.

That feeling was as if they were all opponents as tall as their shoulders, but suddenly the opponent became an unattainable giant.

When did people like Wang Zhan, who were originally not as good as them, become the existence that they needed to look up to?

Wang Zhan did not forget to add another stab with a smug look: "Chu Xiaoba, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you are all too short-sighted."

"You think you are a big shot just because you deal in some scarce materials all day long. In fact, you are just the toad squatting in the well and looking at the sky!"

This was really a bit hurtful. Chu Zhengnan and others all looked pale, and they wanted to go up and give Wang Zhan a good beating.

Wang Zhan was not afraid of fighting at all. His finger almost poked Chu Zhengnan's nose:

"Chu Xiaoba, open your horizons in the future. The materials you deal in are still circulating in China. Apart from driving up the price, are they any good to the country and the people?"

"If you really have the ability, learn from me and go out to earn money from foreigners."

"Do you know where these steel materials come from? Let me tell you, they are all exchanged for canned goods and Russians. This is called ability!"

This speech hit Chu Zhengnan and others so hard that they couldn't find a word to distinguish them.

Song Lei's face was also uncertain. What happened just now also touched him too much.

He also suddenly realized that compared with the other party, the pattern of his people seemed to be too small.

"Xiao Zhan, let's do the serious things first." Liu Qingshan saw that Wang Zhan had hit the other party hard, so he stopped while he was ahead.

Then he turned to Xiao Guo: "Brother Guo, does your promise of 20% discount also include the mall?"

It involves hundreds of millions of funds, even one percentage point is a large amount, so there must be some bargaining.

Xiao Guo also smiled bitterly: "Brother Qingshan, you are too harsh."

Seeing that the price has been negotiated here, Chu Zhengnan and others left with a face full of embarrassment.

They are now regretting their intestines. If they had known this, only fools would have followed them all the time.

Song Lei's face was also gloomy. He was thinking in his heart that after returning, he would carefully investigate the origins of Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan finally handed the bargaining over to Miss Xiaoli. Women are naturally superior in this kind of thing.

In fact, the girl was also blindsided. Such a huge amount of money would make anyone tremble in their hearts.

However, once the bargaining process began, the girl quickly regained her composure and began to perform her duties seriously.

Liu Qingshan looked around and saw that there was nothing for him to do, so he simply strolled around Wangfujing.

When he turned to the entrance of the Capital Painting Shop, he saw a group of people gathered together, seemingly studying something.

Liu Qingshan squeezed in with nothing to do. It turned out that they were selling paintings. There were three or five small shrimps and a clump of water plants on the paper. They were all painted with a few strokes, but they were quite charming.

"This is an authentic work of Mr. Bai Shi. Ten thousand yuan, no bargaining." The seller was a middle-aged uncle, responding to those who were asking about the price.

Liu Qingshan was a little tempted, but he still resisted the urge to buy it. He called Uncle Lu to come over to take a look at it.

Uncle Lu was also resting at home these two days, and was soon pulled over by Master Lao Maoer on a tricycle.

However, after Uncle Lu took a look at it, he retreated and shook his head at Liu Qingshan.

What a close call!

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that he had restrained himself just now.

In the past two years, the signs of forgery of antique calligraphy and paintings have gradually begun to emerge, and this business will definitely become more and more difficult in the future.

When the Panjiayuan Flea Market is established, it will be really difficult to find real things.

Take advantage of the years in the late 1980s and early 1990s, when you can still find more, just buy more.

"Xiao Shanzi, go home quickly if you are fine, there are guests at home." Uncle Lao Maoer greeted Liu Qingshan.

"Who is here?" Liu Qingshan was also a little puzzled.

Uncle Lao Maoer wiped his bald head and chuckled, as if he would not tell you.

Liu Qingshan did not ask any more questions, and rode on the tricycle directly, pulling Uncle Lu and Uncle Master home.

If he was riding in a car, it would not seem so.

Uncle Master's voice came from behind: "Turning slowly, if I hadn't used a heavy weight just now, you would have flipped over!"

I have always been afraid of riding in a car, and this seems to make some sense.

"Tricycle, tricycle!"

Liu Qingshan was riding with great enthusiasm, and heard a call from the side of the road, and hurriedly pressed the brakes twice.

He looked back and saw Uncle Master and Uncle Lu, who had jumped off the car a long time ago and were strolling more than a hundred meters behind.

The two old men were probably very nervous, afraid that he would overturn the car.

"How much is it to take me to the second-hand furniture market?" The middle-aged man who stopped the car had already started asking Liu Qingshan for the price.

Liu Qingshan looked at the man and saw a wooden box next to him. The corners of the box were covered with carved copper sheets, which looked quite old.

So he asked, "Are you going to sell this box at the second-hand furniture market?"

The man nodded, and then asked back, "Are you going?"

It seemed that he really thought Liu Qingshan was a tricycle driver.

"Wait for me to take a good look. If I like it, I will take it directly, so you don't have to run errands."

Liu Qingshan looked at the box and found it was quite old. It was probably from the Qing Dynasty, so he just took it.

The middle-aged man looked at Liu Qingshan again and probably noticed that he didn't look like a tricycle driver in his clothes.

So he said, "My box is made of rosewood, left by the old generation, and the price is not low."

While talking, Uncle Lao Maoer and Uncle Lu also caught up. Uncle Lu looked at the box:

"Well, it was made in the late Qing Dynasty. The materials are ordinary and the workmanship is okay. It's only worth one hundred yuan."

"One hundred yuan, then I'd better take it to the second-hand furniture market. I can sell it for at least one hundred and fifty." The man habitually began to argue.

Uncle Lu is not easy to fool: "Your box must have been unused for many years. Maybe it's moldy inside."

As Uncle Lu said, he opened the buckle on the side. As soon as he opened a crack, a musty smell came from inside, which hit his nose.

He vaguely saw that the box was filled with old newspapers, which were already moldy.

A-choo! Uncle Lu sneezed hard, then waved his hands repeatedly: "It's not worth even a hundred yuan."

The seller didn't bargain this time: "Okay, a hundred yuan is a hundred yuan, save the trouble."

This box was left by his father and has been piled up in the yard. There are all kinds of things piled on the box, and it's not a good thing.

When cleaning the yard today, his wife saw that the box was an eyesore, so she asked him to see if he could change it for some money.

"Eighty." Uncle Lu gestured.

This kind of box is not made of any precious wood, so there is not much room for appreciation. It's okay to keep it for your own use.

In the end, Liu Qingshan spent ninety yuan to buy the box, and the middle-aged man went home happily.

Liu Qingshan noticed that the middle-aged man rolled up the fifty-yuan bill into a small roll while walking, and then bent over to put it in his socks.

This is to hide private money. Liu Qingshan couldn't help but smile and shook his head, and then he and his uncle Lao Maoer lifted the box onto the tricycle.

After all, it was made of mahogany, and it was inlaid with a lot of copper corners and copper pieces, so the box was quite heavy.

With this box to hold the car down, the two old brothers sat on the tricycle with confidence and walked slowly home.

The afternoon sun fell on them, and it felt like a fire. The leaves on the roadside were motionless, and there was no wind. Liu Qingshan soon broke out in a sweat.

Suddenly, a scream came from behind, and Liu Qingshan twisted the handlebars and almost hit a cyclist next to him.

Liu Qingshan stopped the tricycle and looked back. The two old brothers were sitting on the tricycle well, didn't they fall off?

He looked again, but saw that the lid of the newly bought box had been opened, and Uncle Lu's head was stuck in the box, as if he was checking something.

Liu Qingshan walked around the back of the car: "Uncle Lu, what's wrong?"

Master Lu then raised his head, his face full of surprise: "Qingshan, I found a treasure!"

Liu Qingshan also looked into the box. The tattered newspapers on top had been cleared away, revealing several scrolls underneath.

"Qingshan, I just saw an inscription, it's a painting by Ren Bonian!"

Uncle Lu said, looking back, as if he was afraid that the person selling the box would catch up.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be overjoyed. He didn't expect to have such good luck. He bought a box that was not worth much, but also gave him a few paintings and calligraphy by famous artists. This was very valuable.

As for the person selling the box, he treated the treasure as garbage, and it was only worth 90 yuan.

"Go home and take a look. These paintings have not been well preserved. I have to ask Mr. Bai Er to help pick them up." Uncle Lu closed the box again and urged Liu Qingshan to ride faster.

The old master uncle also got excited, and he replaced Liu Qingshan, pedaled the tricycle, and returned to his home in Liulichang in one breath.

As soon as he entered the alley, Liu Qingshan saw two little girls standing at the door of his house, looking around. Who else could they be but the fourth and fifth children?

He jumped off the tricycle, and the two little girls saw him and ran over like a gust of wind.

Little Lao Si was fast, and when she was still several meters away from Liu Qingshan, she leaped forward and was caught by the eldest brother, who took the opportunity to hold her in his arms.

"Brother!"

Little Lao Si hugged the eldest brother's neck and kissed Liu Qingshan on the face.

It had been a few months since we last met, and it seemed that the little girl had grown half a head taller.

Putting Little Lao Si on the ground, Liu Qingshan rubbed her pigtails, and then opened his arms to the fifth child, Shan Xing.

Shan Xing had grown taller, too, but was just a little shorter than Little Lao Si, and was already at Liu Qingshan's chest.

The little girl's face was rosy, but she didn't ask Liu Qingshan to hold her, but happily called her eldest brother.

Liu Qingshan reached out and rubbed her watermelon head: "Are you guys on summer vacation?"

"Brother, if you don't go back to see us, we have to come." Little Lao Si took Liu Qingshan's hand and walked into the yard.

Shan Xing also followed, holding Liu Qingshan's other hand.

In the yard, Lin Zhi was looking at her son with a smile.

"Mom!"

Liu Qingshan also came forward happily.

Lin Zhi had a handkerchief in her hand and wiped the sweat off her son's forehead, her eyes full of love.

Liu Qingshan did not move, but just bent his knees slightly to make it easier for his mother to wipe his face. He enjoyed this feeling very much.

"Brother, many people from the village have come. They are all at the film and television city. They are organized by the cooperative to travel to Hong Kong Island."

Little Lao Si started to report.

In the past two years, the villagers of Jiapigou have visited the two big cities of Beijing and Hujiang in batches. This time they went further and went directly to Hong Kong Island.

"Have you done all the procedures?" Liu Qingshan couldn't help asking.

Little Lao Si rushed to say, "It's all done. It was handled by Brother Dongfang and others. This trip is mainly for the elderly and children."

With Chen Dongfang and Yu Guangming there, Liu Qingshan was more relieved.

At this time, the old master also pushed the tricycle into the yard. Liu Qingshan helped to unload the box, and the master went to invite Mr. Bai happily.

Liu Qingshan accompanied his mother and two sisters into the house, and then took out a paper box from the cabinet.

"Brother, what is this?"

Xiao Lao Si and Shan Xing each held a handle. They really saw this thing for the first time.

"Game console, I bought it specially for you." Liu Qingshan connected the game console to the TV.

This is the FC game console produced by Nintendo, which is commonly known as the red and white machine.

The body is classic red and white, with yellow cartridges inserted.

There are two rectangular handles on both sides of the body. The handles can be pulled out. Each handle has a wire connected to the back of the console, and you can play classic games such as Tank Battle, Contra, Super Mario, Red Fortress, etc.

This thing is the most wonderful memory of the 70s and 80s.

In those days, anyone who could mobilize 30 people to play Contra would be admired by his friends.

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, falls to the mortal world.

The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The broken walls and ruins in the city, everything is withered, collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remain, which are indistinguishable and shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fur had long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, looking at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes and full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his shabby coat from all directions, attacked his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture is gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog, and occasionally observing the surroundings alertly.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, it will instantly take off at the slightest movement.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely submerged its head into the abdominal cavity of the wild dog.

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