I am doing well in the Siheyuan

The relationship between the two of them is already clear, although they maintain a sense of distance that seems both far and close.

Ye Ming understood that the Ran family's attitude was very clear since they took the initiative to invite him to their home.

"I have something to do today and tomorrow, so let's set it for the day after tomorrow." "Okay." After saying goodbye to Ran Qiuye, Ye Ming took Xiao Xin and rushed to Beixinqiao Teahouse.

Compared to the teahouse on the street outside the store in Dongcheng District, this one in Beixinqiao is obviously much smaller.

Most of them are retired officials or businessmen who live nearby and come here to drink tea and chat.

In this era, those who have the leisure to visit this place are all respectable people.

The teahouse also invited folk artists to entertain the guests, carrying on the long-standing cultural tradition of the Beijing-Tianjin area, which is now known as the "three religions and nine classes".

However, there are not many people who really come here to listen to the music. Most of them are old friends who have not seen each other for a long time, sitting around a table, talking about family matters and telling each other about their recent lives while drinking.

When the topic becomes boring, they turn their attention to the artists performing on the stage.

There are many people engaged in folk opera. The salary of artists within the system is paid by the state, ranging from 20 to 50 yuan per month; while those outside the system have a low status and it is difficult for them to make ends meet.

Unlike later times, they had a high opinion of themselves and considered themselves the elite of society.

However, there are exceptions. For some top masters, the income from a single performance may be equal to a senior official's monthly salary.

Ye Ming rode his bike with Xiao Xin to the door of the teahouse, which was still bustling with activity.

With the improvement of economic conditions over the past six months, the people's living standards have improved significantly, at least much better than in the previous two years.

Ye Ming spotted Uncle Liu sitting by the window at a glance, so he walked towards him with a smile.

There was a quaint square table with some crushed peanut shells scattered on the surface. In addition to Uncle Liu, there was a middle-aged man with half a beard sitting on a bench.

"Mr. Ye, you are finally here. Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Ye Ming, and this is Director Cheng Xiangdong." After the two sides shook hands, Ye Ming sat down.

The main purpose of coming here today is to solve the problem of peanut sales.

Uncle Liu specially introduced him to an internal official in charge of the market.

"Mr. Ye, I have already brought the person here. Please stop keeping me in suspense. What are you going to sell this time?" Ye Ming picked up a peanut and ground it for a while, then pointed to the remaining part on the plate.

"Do you have peanuts on hand?" Uncle Liu and Cheng Xiangdong were both stunned.

The peanut harvest season in the north is generally from August to October. The first two months are the peak season for the peanut circulation market. Now it is the end of November. Where did Ye Ming get so many peanuts?

"I asked someone to buy some peanuts some time ago, and they have been hoarding and unable to be sold. Director Cheng, I wonder if you are capable of taking over this batch of peanuts?" This explanation makes sense.

Cheng Xiangdong frowned and asked, "How many peanuts does Mr. Ye have?"

"Two thousand jin."

"So much?" Two thousand kilograms of peanuts would cost eight hundred yuan according to the market price. For ordinary people, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Due to the special nature of peanuts in China, the control of this crop is relatively strict.

Ye Ming can purchase 2,000 kilograms of peanuts at a time, so his power should not be underestimated.

However, in their industry, no one will delve into the source of the goods; this is the norm.

"Director Cheng can't swallow such a large amount?"

"It can be swallowed, but it needs to be processed in batches. After all, peanuts are special, and now it is past the peak sales season."

"No problem, I can wait. Thank you, Director Cheng. The goods are still at the old place. I have something to do at home, so I'll take my leave now." After Ye Ming paid for their tea, he got up and left the teahouse.

"Old Liu, where did you get to know such a strange man?"

I can only say that it happened by chance. Never mind. I will deliver the goods to you on time tomorrow. Director Cheng, I have something else to do, so I can't accompany you here to enjoy "Dragon and Phoenix Appearing Together".

Uncle Liu didn't say much. Even he knew very little about Ye Ming.

Walk out of the teahouse.

Ye Ming got on his bicycle and headed straight for the Beixinqiao waste material recycling station.

"Sister Ma."

"Oh, Xiaoye and Xin are here."

They are pretty close friends.

For more than half a month, Ye Ming has been here every day.

Sister Ma also did not expect that this kid could find connections and find treasures in the waste recycling station.

"How's business today?"

Ye Ming handed over a handful of fried peanuts.

Sister Ma took it with a smile on her face.

The staff at the recycling station were all very friendly to Ye Ming.

In addition to his friendly and unrestrained speech, the stories he tells every day, which are rarely seen in daily life, are also an important factor in winning his favor.

"It's still the same. It's basically just some rags and newspapers. I didn't receive much copper or iron. The things are all piled up in the back. Take a look and see if there's anything you like. If you do, tell me."

Ye Ming searched for nearly half an hour but failed to find any objects with historical charm.

Ye Ming was used to this.

I have gained something before, but Beixinqiao is such a small place that you don’t encounter surprises every day.

After saying hello, two figures, one big and one small, left the recycling bin.

It was almost half past five when I got home.

There were many neighbors waiting in the yard.

Over the past half month, this compound has been almost bustling with neighbors.

"Xiao Ye is back, do you think we can put this chair away?"

"First, take a look at this family heirloom pipe of mine. I saw it was rusty, so I polished it for you. It looks like new now."

Ye Ming took a look and found that it was indeed quite old.

It's just a pity that,

"Uncle Fang, if you hadn't removed the rust from the pipe, I would have given you five dollars for it. Now that you've wiped it off, it's worth fifty cents."

"Ah? This..."

Seeing the other party hesitate, Ye Ming did not force it.

Having seen many antiques, this inferior one is dispensable to him.

After going around in a circle, he didn't come across anything that caught his eye.

Instead, he saw someone who surprised him.

"Liu Guangtian? Why are you here too?"

"Brother Ye, my father is my father, and I am me. Our family has always been separate. I won't get involved in your and my father's affairs. The main reason I came to you this time is that I have an old item that I want you to take a look at."

Liu Guangtian bent down respectfully with a flattering look on his face.

Ye Ming raised his eyebrows and put on a smiling face.

"If your father had half the awareness you have, our two families wouldn't have ended up like this.

All right, let me see the stuff."

Hearing this, Liu Guangtian breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly handed over the box in his hand.

"This was passed down from my grandfather, and later given to my brother. My brother heard that you like to collect old things, no, old things, so he asked me to ask you if you want this cup?"

When Ye Ming saw the style of the cup clearly, his eyelids twitched.

Then his brows furrowed.

Seeing that Ye Ming seemed to have no interest, Liu Guangtian became anxious.