Siheyuan: Parade through the streets at the beginning

"I'm telling you, you, you have to make this clear to me!"

Cheng Jianjun was about to explode from behind, so he stood up and pedaled, chasing desperately.

Soon, it came to a downhill road.

But Su Meng in the front has long since disappeared.

"Strange, where did it go?"

Cheng Jianjun went downhill while searching for Su Meng's figure.

After reaching a certain speed, he quickly pressed the brake to slow down.

But at this moment, the brake pads of the front and rear cars were all blown out.

"Fuck!"

"What the hell is going on?"

Cheng Jianjun felt the speed of the downhill, and his heart was about to jump out of panic.

Because the speed is too fast.

The car hasn't stopped yet.

Cheng Jianjun, unable to react in time, directly crashed into the electric pole beside the curb at an extremely fast speed.

boom!

The wheels of the car were all deformed, and Cheng Jianjun lay sprawled in the grass three meters away, his head bleeding.

The left arm was thrown and deformed, and it looked like it was broken.

In short, it was as miserable as it looked.

Not far away, Han Chunming saw this scene and almost couldn't help but laugh.

"Exhaust, it's so fucking exhausting!"

Han Chunming looked at He Qiu, and said solemnly: "It's really lucky that you can come up with such a good idea, just loosen two brake pads, and let him have bad luck. No one knows that I did it." !"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Don't say anything. From now on, you will be my big brother. No matter what you say, I will listen to you!"

He Qiu nodded, and asked casually: "I've got my revenge, and I'm in a better mood. How about work problems?"

Speaking of this, Han Chunming's face immediately pulled down.

Because of the reselling of eggs, his file has already been stained.

In the past few days, he ran to many units.

What screw factories, hardware factories, textile factories, and even small restaurants on the street.

But no one is willing to use him.

That's why he hated Cheng Jianjun so much.

It is true that Cheng Jianjun helped arrange his job in the food factory. If Cheng Jianjun is not happy, he can also resign from the factory on his own initiative, and it will be considered as a return to others.

But leaving with a stain on his back was unacceptable to him.

He Qiu made a suggestion: "Since you recognize me as the eldest brother, I will definitely take care of you. I will arrange a job for you now. As long as you are willing to go, you are guaranteed to have a salary every month, and it is several times higher than before! "

"But one thing, if you promise, you can't go back on your word!"

"Really?"

Han Chunming's eyes lit up: "Don't worry, no matter what job, as long as I can earn money, I will do it well! So, what kind of job is this, and which factory is it?"

He Qiu shook his head: "There is no factory, your job is to collect junk for me on the street corner."

"Collect junk?"

Han Chunming was dumbfounded.

This....

What kind of job is this?

Chapter 44

The dignified 20-year-old went to collect the trash, but Han Chunming refused at first.

But He Qiu promised to pay him 50 yuan a month.

This made Han Chunming very happy.

He works in a food factory and is only in his early thirties for a month.

How could he not want to earn so much by collecting junk?

Han Chunming said with a smile: "Brother Qiu, you can collect the rags, as long as you can make money, I don't care about the rest!"

"You may be mistaken!"

He Qiu looked at him and said, "I asked you to collect trash. I didn't ask you to simply collect trash, but I have a very important task for you!"

"I know, you have a lot of research on antique calligraphy and paintings, so I want you to take the opportunity of collecting junk to help me collect these things back!"

Hearing this, Han Chunming was startled by this bold idea.

Can...

Antique calligraphy and paintings are not allowed in this era, nor are they of any value.

It's okay to play with it.

But piles of recycling are no different from waste.

It's a loss-making business.

Han Chunming scratched his head and said, "Brother Qiu, I think you should cut my salary a bit. I usually do things like collecting antique calligraphy and paintings, but I can't sell them at all, so I can only keep them. Appreciate it yourself."

"Also, I know that your monthly salary is not much, but you still pay me such a high salary, I really..."

He Qiu waved his hand: "You don't have to worry about my affairs."

"If you see a good item, just give it back to me at the lowest price!"

"We are brothers. If I help you, I am also helping myself. And I am not losing money, and I can make a lot of money. As for how to make money, you will know later!"

Seeing He Qiu's serious eyes, Han Chunming was so moved.

Almost cried on the spot.

What is a brother, this is called a brother!

What kind of a thing is Cheng Jianjun? He grew up wearing a pair of pants, but he always stabbed him in the back, double-deckering.

But He Qiu was different, they only met three times in total.

He Qiu helped him avenge, solve work problems, and even lead him to earn money.

Han Chunming stared straight at He Qiu with red eyes: "There's nothing else to say, Brother Qiu, I will remember your kindness to me. From now on, you will be my real brother!"

He Qiu smiled and nodded.

Explain to Han Chunming some details about the acquisition of antiques.

For example, the more you want something, the more you have to belittle it, and the more you have to pretend you don't care, in order to get it back at a low price.

With a cold air, the funerary objects were dug out from the soil, and if they were not collected, they would be shot if they were caught.

Those with little historical and cultural value will not be accepted, and they are worthless.

Not only that, He Qiu also handed him a lot of bills.

After dressing up in disguise, find time to go to the black market and exchange these things for gold bars to bring back.

He Qiu will give him a 5.00% commission for each exchange.

This made Han Chunming even more excited when he was shocked by He Qiu's wealth.To put it simply, as long as he is diligent enough, he can earn 80 yuan a month.

Watching Han Chunming leave happily.

He Qiu was also in a very good mood.

The problem of antiques and the black market has finally been resolved.

With Han Chunming around, he can easily search for all kinds of antique calligraphy and paintings, and quietly wait for their prices to skyrocket in the coming years.

You know, Hong Kong in the 21st century.

A Chenghua Doucai Chicken Crock Cup was auctioned by Sotheby's for a sky-high price of 2.4 million yuan.

But in this day and age, ordinary people can't even eat enough to eat, so how can they care about other things?

And the word antique is regarded as a scourge.

Seal remnants.

Calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, either holding a burning pot, padding the corner of a table, or using toilet paper to wipe their buttocks.

In this case, it would be better to pick up a big bargain for He Qiu.

"Han Chunming, this little brother, took it, it's worth it!"

The corner of He Qiu's mouth curled up into a smile: "I hope this kid can find more of these good things for me!"

In the evening, He Qiu rode back to the courtyard.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he ran into Qin Huairu who had been squatting for a long time.

"He Qiu, you, are you back?"

Looking at the flustered Qin Huairu, He Qiu frowned: "Is there something wrong?"

Qin Huairu smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, I'm... just going out to get some soy sauce, well, I heard that silly Zhusheng was promoted to the deputy director of the cafeteria, congratulations."

He Qiu looked at her like an idiot: "My brother got promoted, you don't want to congratulate him, come here to congratulate me?"

"Are you afraid that you have that serious illness?"

Qin Huairu froze for a moment, only to realize that she was nervous and said the wrong thing.

She asked cautiously: "Well, can I ask, the comrade who came to the compound with you yesterday, the thin and dark one, what's his name?"

He Qiu glanced at him: "What are you asking?"

Qin Huairu's eyes flustered: "No, I just asked casually. I think he looks like a distant cousin of mine, so I want to ask what his name is and if he is related."

"By the way, is he nearby? Which alley does he live in? How old is he this year?"

Who is He Qiu?

The number one smartest in Forty-Nine City.

Being a human in two lifetimes made his observation and analysis abilities far beyond ordinary people.

So he could tell at a glance that Qin Huairu was interested in Han Chunming.

Han Chunming just jumped out from Cheng Jianjun's side, how could He Qiu let him get involved with Qin Huairu again?

Besides, Qin Huairu is still a widow who has given birth to three children.

It is not an exaggeration to say that people are old and pearly.

Just want to hook up with a 20-year-old guy from a good family?

Make her big dream!

He Qiu sneered: "Don't worry, I will definitely not be related to you. If I did, he would have been sucked to death by your family. Get out of the way, don't block the door!"

After finishing speaking, He Qiu pushed Qin Huairu aside, and carried the bicycle into the compound.

He Qiu's rude behavior made Qin Huai's face turn pale in anger.

Isn't it just asking for a person's name?

It's fine if you don't say anything, the attitude is so bad!

who!

Seeing his daughter-in-law standing angrily at the door, Mrs. Jia Zhang, who had just come back from a walk, hurried up to inquire about the situation.