Chapter 502 I Have Collapsed Shoulders 12
Panjiayuan, Beijing’s Taobao mecca.
It is also a gray area with a lot of water. Most of the goods are fake, but the stall owners are good at telling stories.
There's a mix of good and bad people here, and if you're not careful you might get blackmailed.
As for picking up bargains, we'll just have to wait and see.
But this kind of thing depends on the person.
Zhang Xiaoshan was listening to a story, Zhang Xiaoguan was searching for the target, Hei Ye understood what the mute meant and started to take the duo with clear eyes to pick up the missing items.
Among the three, it was the first time for Zhang Xiaoshan to see such a lively scene with so many people, not counting Tiananmen Square.
There are many retail traders in Panjiayuan, and their stall owners have sharp eyes, but they can't stand the two clear-eyed ones from the Zhang family, who are well-dressed and look like little white sheep at first glance.
But there is a big bad wolf next to the little white sheep.
The little white sheep still listened to the big bad wolf, which was a mistake, because the money was in the big bad wolf's hands.
Hei Xia Zi played the role of a ruthless butler who refused to pay. Zhang Xiaoguan and Zhang Xiaoshan used the 10 yuan he gave them to buy junk.
Stall owner: ……
When they left, their two backpacks were filled with junk and they were still smiling foolishly. The person here refers to Zhang Xiaoshan, who also made money.
Thanks to Tajian's hard work, he finally learned it.
You can tell at a glance that this Zhang family is actually not poor.
Fatty Wang saw this interesting trio when he was greeting people at the door just now.
The silly roe deer are out of the mountains, and there are poisonous snakes protecting them. It's quite fun. I bought a bunch of junk for 100 yuan.
He thought it looked very appetizing, and he happened to go buy some big meat buns.
There are guys looking after the store anyway, and he can also wander around, so it's a comfortable life.
Panjiayuan today is the same as it was before. Life has been really good since it opened.
The fat man's wallet is bulging and he is in a good mood. It is said that money is a person's courage. Fat men have strong backs.
He has a storefront, he's not just a street vendor. Basically, anyone who has a storefront in Panjiayuan is more or less capable.
Pangpang has money, a shop and a house, and he lives a comfortable life.
The antique business lasted for three years after opening. He was lucky and had collected and sold top-quality items several times. He now had a house, a small treasury, and his own store. The rest was pure profit.
You don’t have to worry for at least a dozen years.
There is no need to save money, and with Fatty's habit of budgeting, he can live a good life.
Zhang Xiaoshan spotted the fat man at first sight. Among so many fat people, the fat man's aura was the most special. Is this the temperament given by God?
Hei Xia Zi looked at the fat man more and looked over curiously at Zhang Xiaoshan. He thought the fat man was an interesting one.
Zhang Xiaoguan looked at the fat man, then at the blind man, and said, "Great, no problem."
Not as good as them.
Zhang Xiaoshan didn't say anything about going to see Fatty, and it was fine like this.
When they passed each other, the fat man turned around and looked at the three of them. For some reason, he wanted to bless the one in the middle.
Be safe, healthy and happy.
With this inexplicable emotion, Wang Pangzi shook his head and returned to the shop. Looking at the clean storefront and yard, he went to lie down on a chair to bask in the sun. Anyway, his shop assistant was there and he was not sure if he would be called.
The fat man is rich now, so he doesn’t go to the fields anymore. It’s too dangerous there. He’d better just collect the goods.
Hei Xia Zi took them to the Crescent Hotel to confirm the items and determine the auction date, which would take some time.
They have plenty of time anyway.
He was very happy when Hei Xia Zi's card number was reported, as he believed that one could never have too much money.
Especially since their cost is only a hundred dollars.
Hei Ye was so happy.
It turns out that professionalism is the best, the Zhang family is the originator of the profession.
As for eating, even Hei Ye didn't want to eat at the Crescent Hotel. Even if a blind man had money, he couldn't waste it like that. He knew where the imperial chef's private dishes were.
Eat there, it's delicious.
Sure enough, once they saw the price list, the expressions of the three people improved a lot.
Expensive, but worth it and acceptable.
No wonder Hei Ye knows how to eat it. The taste is amazing.
Zhang Xiaoguan's chopsticks were also very fast, and he ate everything he liked quietly.
Zhang Xiaoshan took a look and silently quickened his pace.
Black Bear: . . . . .
These two people are really enough.
He also eats.
The three of them ate dozens of plates, and the chef came over to see that all his stock had been eaten.
"Heiye, do you like the taste?"
The chef knows Hei Xia Zi and they have a very good relationship.
"These precious ingredients from all over the world, after being cooked by you, how can they be bad? Your cooking skills have improved."
The chef was still very proud. He would not have served these things if Hei Ye had not come, he said modestly.
"Where."
Zhang Xiaoguan and Zhang Xiaoshan watched Hei Xia Zi start the hostess mode. It was so exciting to watch her go back and forth. In the end, the chef had to go to other families to get ingredients to cook for them.
Zhang Xiaoguan: My studies are in vain.
Zhang Xiaoshan: Learning never stops.
When leaving, Hei Xia Zi took out a red envelope and handed it to the chef.
This is the old rule, and few people know about it now. The chef’s heart is almost flying to the sky.
When they were leaving, a couple came to the entrance of the alley. From what they said, they knew they were from the Jie family in Beijing, who had become the government's money bags in order to protect themselves.
Otherwise, it could be said that they had the right timing. The country was short of money, and the Jie family was good at making money, so they were able to keep the family.
I don’t know what kind of connections were used to build the Crescent Hotel back then, but now the side branch is in charge. I heard that all the members of the main branch have died.
Xie Yuchen is still a junior high school student, and his daily worry is the love letters in his desk.
How come there are both boys and girls? It turns out that he is just too good-looking.
Xie Yuchen, who was picked up by his parents every day, told them about his troubles.
Mom and Dad smiled reservedly.
When the trio had eaten all over Beijing, they were ready to leave and go to the next delicious place, mainly because the air in Beijing was not very good and it was not very suitable for living.
Just when the blind man was driving, Zhang Xiaoshan brought back a child. The child was covered with bruises, his eyes were fierce and frightened, and he held Zhang Xiaoshan's neck and refused to let go.
Zhang Xiaoguan: . . . .
Black Bear: . . . . .
"Send the child back to where he came from."
"No, I am my brother's child."
My brother will protect me, he is a relative, not the man who beat me. He wants to be like Nezha, he doesn’t want a bad father, so he finds himself a brother.
Zhang Xiaoguan listened to Zhang Xiaoshan's explanation and said, "Take it away. We can afford it."
Li Cu's eyes were bright. He knew that this brother was also a good man, unlike the one dressed in black who wanted to send him away. He didn't want to go back, nor did he want to be beaten, so he just thought of it as him selling himself.
He will provide for their old age.
He didn't want to see the police either, because they couldn't help him and would only send him back to be beaten again.
Hei Xia Zi sighed, and finally registered the child under their name, just as raising a child to pass the time. It was really pitiful.
After changing into new clothes and eating hot meals, Li Cu burst into tears. He met a good person.
Just like that, a child was added to the journey of three people.
On the way, the mute got off the car and brought back a child.
Black Bear: . . . . .
"Don't pick up any more. Two is enough. Any more will be overload."
The mute nodded, Zhang Xiaoshan nodded, the official was really awesome to have picked up the little fan boy.
Li Cu played well with the child. They were the same kind of people and he smelled the same kind of scent.
They are all children that their fathers don't want.