Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"You always have a twisted logic." Director Zhang said with a wry smile, "But it's good this way... You can set up a killing stick, and they won't dare to bully you anymore."

"I'm not afraid of being bullied by them." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile, "Life is all about constant struggle. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes."

Snapped!

Captain Chen also slapped him on the head and scolded him with a smile, "Don't try to trick me... You are more cunning than a lotus root. How can they beat you in a fight?"

"The outcome is still undecided. You and I are both dark horses."

After Zhao Xiyan finished speaking, he covered his head.

Director Zhang and Captain Chen looked at each other, both feeling helpless.

They became more determined to go to Zhangzhuang. What kind of place could produce such talents?

For a long time.

Director Zhang then said, "This matter ends here. If they don't provoke you, you shouldn't provoke them either... If they provoke you, then do whatever you want."

She really couldn't do anything about Zhao Xiyan.

When people get beaten, there are all kinds of reasons.

The glass was broken and the person admitted it to your face.

But what if I admit it?

Are you really going to lock him up?

Just a few pieces of glass, not really necessary.

What's more, the mouth is on Zhao Xiyan. He admits it now and denies it later. What can be done with him?

"Don't worry, Director Zhang. I'm not a troublemaker." Zhao Xiyan assured, "I just want to live a life with a wife and children and a warm bed..."

"Hopefully."

Director Zhang glanced at him and asked, "You need to renovate this house. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Have."

Zhao Xiyan hurriedly said, "I want to build a family toilet, and Master Bei said he wants to ask you for permission."

"Family toilet?"

Director Zhang and Captain Chen opened their mouths at the same time.

Nowadays, except for senior officials, who has a toilet at home?

"Violation of regulations?" Zhao Xiyan asked tentatively.

"That's not true."

Director Zhang shook his head. "It's just that your relationship with your neighbors is so bad. If you want to lay pipes, they may not be willing..."

"Director, there's no need to go through the yard."

Bei Qing walked in and whispered, "We can run the pipes under the wall into the public toilet. It won't take much work and it won't cause any conflicts."

"As long as you know what's going on."

Director Zhang smiled and said, "Don't worry about this kid having no money to give... He's a quick thinker, and he might become a cadre in the future."

"That is."

Captain Chen also laughed, "This kid is very careful in what he says and does. He will definitely have a bright future."

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous."

Zhao Xiyan waved his hands hastily, "If I want to be an official, I have to put on an iron hoop first..."

"why?"

Director Zhang and others were stunned.

"Shouldn't we put an iron hoop on the ancestral tomb? The tomb won't even smoke, it has to crack at least." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "The tomb is already cracked, how can we not put an iron hoop on it?"

puff!

Everyone was immediately happy.

This guy is damn talented.

After everyone talked and laughed for a while, Director Zhang and Captain Chen said goodbye.

Bei Qing continued to measure the house with his colleagues, while Qin Huairu sat on the threshold of the door.

She wanted to sit somewhere else, but there was not even a stool in the house, so no place would be suitable.

"Huai Ru, let's go..."

"Where?"

"We have to buy a bed, right?"

Zhao Xiyan sighed and said, "This house will take more than half a month to repair. Where are we going to sleep?"

"Brother Zhao."

Bei Qing suddenly came over and said, "If you trust me, I'll buy the furniture for you for two hundred dollars..."

"How many?"

Qin Huairu's tone rose eight octaves.

Two hundred dollars' worth of furniture? Could it be made of gold?

"Don't shout, don't shout."

Zhao Xiyan rubbed her head and happily took out two hundred yuan, "Thank you for your help, brother..."

"Easy to say."

Bei Qing smiled slightly and lowered his voice, "I have an old man who has recently encountered difficulties. His ancestors passed down a set of Ming Lihua furniture, which is very well preserved..."

Ming Lihua?

Zhao Xiyan’s eyes suddenly widened.

Ming pear flower is actually the rosewood of the Ming Dynasty.

This kind of rosewood is divided into golden rosewood and red rosewood. Among them, golden rosewood is the most valuable and extremely rare. However, for Zhao Xiyan, it is a good deal no matter which one it is.

In his time, a Ming Dynasty palace huanghuali stool was sold at a high price of 70 million yuan.

His requirements are really not high. As long as it can sell for millions, he will wake up with a smile in his sleep.

"Brother, you can trust me in doing the job." Bei Qing smiled mysteriously.

Zhao Xiyan heard this and couldn't help but think of something. He quickly pulled him aside and said, "Brother, I have some connections... I can get some scarce materials. Do you have any way to sell them?"

After hearing what he said, Bei Qing fell silent.

As soon as he saw Zhao Xiyan, he felt that this boy was not an ordinary person. Could an ordinary person use his father’s pension to repair his house?

Moreover, most people may not understand what he meant by Ming Lihua, but this boy knows it very well. How can he be an ordinary person?

For a long time.

He then said, "What do you have..."

"Some small things from far away, such as hairpins, candies and so on." Zhao Xiyan chuckled.

There are a lot of things in the supermarket, but he won’t touch the food.

Although it is not a difficult period yet, food is life-saving.

"Is there a radio?" Bei Qing whispered.

"radio?"

Zhao Xiyan was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I have to ask about this..."

"Candy hairpins and the like actually sell well, but the big ones are more expensive." Bei Qing glanced at him and said seriously, "Did you see something..."

"Brother, some things are beyond the reach of anyone. I won't ask you who you are, and you don't ask me where the things came from, okay?" Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

Even Ming Lihua could get it. This was not something from the palace, so he must be either rich or noble. And the surname Bei was very rare, especially in the city.

"Brother, tell me the truth, I'll sell you things for only 10%..."

Bei Qing took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

"If I'm not mistaken, your ancestors should be from the Zhengbai Banner, and your ancestor should be Hong Echuo Beihena... Of course, this is just my guess." Zhao Xiyan spread his hands.

"Fuck you, kid..."

Bei Qing was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

He and Zhao Xiyan had known each other for less than two hours, but this guy knew every detail about him.

"Brother, there's no need to look at me like that." Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "I don't care who you were before, now you are Bei Qing... and you are my eldest brother, it's that simple."

"Good boy."

Bei Qing reached out and patted his shoulder. "Brother, you have connections. I also have some channels... I can help you sell the things."

"to make."

Zhao Xiyan nodded with a smile and felt relieved.

The channel is settled.