Chapter 610 You are a good person. Please give me your old age. I will not treat you unfairly.
Chapter 610 You are a good person. Please give me your old age. I will not treat you unfairly.
Steel rolling mill.
As soon as he got to work, Jia Dongxu went back to his old job.
"Lao Gao!"
"Morning, Lao Jia!"
Jia Dongxu appeared in the smelting workshop again.
"It's just right that you're here. Please watch for me for a while while I go to the bathroom."
"Row."
Jia Dongxu helped with the work again, but of course he did not forget his own work.
"Just take a few as a token of your appreciation. You won't mind taking a little bit of this when you have so much money at home."
As the saying goes, if you have money in your hands, you will not be worried.
In just one or two days, Jia Dongxu had at least one hundred and thirty or fifty yuan in his hands.
This amount of money already exceeds the maximum amount he has held in the past few months. How could he not be tempted?
"Why would I bother to steal things before when I can get 100 for free by saying something pitiful?"
It's not as easy and quick to make money by working so hard as by complaining and crying poor.
Although he was thinking about it, he acted quickly and took away some scrap steel with good appearance.
After a while, Lao Gao came back and Jia Dongxu left after finishing his work.
workshop.
As the month draws to a close, the steel mills do not have as many tasks and orders as before.
People gathered in twos and threes to chat.
"I don't know if this winter will be cold or not. Since coal has to be rationed, my family has to have a fixed amount for cooking and everything else."
"It's the same in my family. The coal is really not enough. Last year's is better."
"Yes."
"Oh~" Jia Dongxu, who had just returned, was stunned when he heard everyone talking, and then he sighed.
"I almost forgot that I need to burn coal again. If you don't manage a household, you won't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. Everything costs money."
I had originally wanted to cry and whine to Yi Zhonghai about my poverty, but now it seems I still have to work at my old job, otherwise I won’t be able to support my family.
After making an excuse, Jia Dongxu went to the bathroom to check the situation.
"Not bad. I can sell a batch today and make three or five dollars."
After putting the scrap steel hidden around his waist into the workshop, Jia Dongxu went back to the workshop and started working without much delay.
the other side.
Bai Xiuwen rode a tricycle to collect scrap and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Collecting junk, collecting junk!"
"I collect scrap copper and iron, books, newspapers, wine bottles, toothpaste, and shoe soles!"
The sound echoed in the alley.
As expected, many people came out and waved when they heard the sound.
"Hey, rag collector, come and collect the rags."
"I'm coming!"
Seeing Bai Xiuwen coming, everyone went home to get their things.
"Don't worry, come one by one."
Bai Xiuwen collected the garbage one by one.
After one transaction, I made a profit of 1 dollar.
"Are there any more?" Bai Xiuwen called out again before leaving.
"Hey, young man, I also have junk at home, but my house is in front, please go there." Suddenly an uncle shouted.
"Okay! Let's go, you lead the way."
The uncle led the way in front and Bai Xiuwen followed behind.
After walking through a small alley, you will almost reach the uncle’s house.
"Uncle, do you want me to go in and get it for you?"
The uncle hesitated for a moment and said, "I really have to trouble you. I have put everything in a sack. There are too many things and I am afraid I can't carry them all."
"Okay, I'll go in with you."
"Thank you, young man. You are so kind."
"No, no, it's all I should do." Bai Xiuwen said politely and followed the uncle in.
Bai Xiuwen followed the uncle into the courtyard.
It is called a courtyard gate, but in fact it is just a mezzanine between two courtyards, built with wooden boards.
When you open the gate, what comes into view is a passage of about 2 meters wide, which is only wide enough for one person to pass through. If it wasn't daytime, you wouldn't be able to see the road clearly.
After walking through the corridor, the space became much larger, but not by much, and the environment in the house was also relatively dark, giving people a depressing feeling.
I don’t know if this is a residence or if a shelter has been built somewhere.
Seeing Bai Xiuwen's expression change, the uncle laughed at himself and said, "Excuse me, young man."
The uncle didn't explain anything, and Bai Xiuwen couldn't guess anything.
"Wait a minute, young man. I'll get the junk out."
After saying that, the uncle went down from a shed in the corner of the house and dragged out a torn sack.
"Hey hey hey~" The sack was quite heavy, and the uncle had a lot of difficulty dragging it.
"Uncle, let me do it." Bai Xiuwen immediately stepped forward to help, and with the combined strength of the two of them they finally dragged the person out.
Open the bag and there's everything inside.
It seemed that the uncle put all the junk that could be collected into the sack.
"When I get old and have nothing to do, I just wander around to see if I can find some junk that I can exchange for some money to live a better life." The uncle laughed at himself.
Bai Xiuwen, however, could hear a feeling of sadness and helplessness in his voice.
I don’t know what the uncle was like before.
In this era, who would be willing to sell junk for money?
You can imagine how tired the uncle must have been to collect so many things.
For a moment, Bai Xiuwen couldn't help but feel compassion.
"Excuse me, young man, can you see which ones can be sold?"
Bai Xiuwen nodded, and without further ado, he poured out all the things and sorted them into different categories.
Then he took the scale and weighed each item one by one and calculated the money.
Bai Xiuwen directly bought the goods at the scrap yard's price, which was a few cents more than if he bought them at his own price. This was the best he could pay.
"Uncle, here's three dollars and sixty-two cents."
The uncle nodded: "That's the number."
Bai Xiuwen didn't waste any words. He took the money directly, counted it and handed it to the old man.
The old man took it and counted it again to make sure it was correct.
"Thank you, young man. Please help me clean up."
"Here, uncle, see if you have anything else to sell. I'll buy them all so you don't have to make a trip."
Hearing this, the uncle turned around and looked to see if there were any valuable things in the house.
Looking around, it seemed like there wasn't anything valuable.
Bai Xiuwen also took a look. The uncle's house was very simple, but not dirty. It was obvious that it was cleaned regularly.
"Hey, uncle, what's that jar of yours?"
Bai Xiuwen looked at the jar. There was a layer of dust on the outside. He didn't know how long it had been used, but the surface was dirty.
The uncle looked in the direction of his finger and said, "Ah, this is just a pickled vegetable jar, it's not worth much."
"A jar for pickled vegetables?" Bai Xiuwen felt that the jar in front of him had a sense of history. Maybe it was an antique?
It just so happens that Li Kailang wants to collect antiques. If this thing is really an antique, it would be nice to resell it to him.
Otherwise, I would just take the kimchi jar home and give the uncle some money.
"It's not worth much. I think it looks like an antique. So, uncle, are you selling this jar? I really want it. I'll pay 3 dollars for it."
Bai Xiuwen doesn't have much money left.
The uncle looked at Lao Tanzi, then at Bai Xiuwen.
"Since you like it, just take it. It's just a jar after all."
In the uncle's eyes, this is just a kimchi jar. He can't tell whether it is real or not. It would be great if it were real.
But if it's fake, no one will buy it and it's worthless. Now that someone is willing to buy it, I'll sell it.
"can."
After handing over the money and receiving the goods, Bai Xiuwen looked at the jar of kimchi in his hand, and it indeed smelled of kimchi.
The uncle happily received the money and planned to buy a new jar later. Oh no, just an old jar would be fine.
"Okay, uncle, I'm leaving now."
He had helped as much as he could, so there was no point in staying. "Hey, drive slowly." The uncle smiled and sent Bai Xiuwen away.
"Let's go." Bai Xiuwen waved and ran straight to the yard.
"Put this jar away first, and let Brother Li take a look when he comes back."
Jingle Bell--
"unity is strength!"
"unity is strength!"
Get off work at noon.
Li Kailang ran straight back to the yard.
Bai Xiuwen had been waiting for him: "Brother Li, Brother Li, I collected an antique and I don't know if it's real. Can you help me take a look?"
"Okay, I want to see what you received."
As soon as good things happened, Li Kailang was naturally very happy.
Taking Li Kailang to the back room, Bai Xiuwen couldn't wait to pick up the jar of pickles he had collected this morning.
After some cleaning, the dust on the surface of the jar was washed away and the smell of kimchi inside also dissipated a lot.
Picking up this antique, the panel instantly appeared in front of my eyes.
"You're really lucky today. This thing is real. It's an antique. It has hundreds of years of history."
[Slightly worn blue and white floral pattern jar]
【Please select the reflow time and resources required for reflow. 】
【1.127 years ago, 19 grams of gold were consumed. 】
【2.357 years ago, 46 grams of gold were consumed. 】
"Really!" Bai Xiuwen couldn't help but exclaimed. He didn't expect that what he bought out of kindness was actually real.
This is really lucky.
"Brother Li, what is this jar called? How much can it be sold for?"
Li Kailang: "This is called blue and white porcelain, it should be made during the Yuan and Ming dynasties. As for how much it can be sold for, let me think about it."
"If you sell it to someone who knows the business, it's not impossible to sell it for a few hundred dollars, but you know what the situation is now."
"Antiques are not as valuable as grains nowadays. If you sell them to a trust store, you can probably get 30 to 50 yuan at most, and that's it."
"I think your antique is pretty good. If you have money, I suggest you keep it for yourself. Maybe you can sell it for hundreds of thousands in the future."
"Really?" Bai Xiuwen's eyes lit up.
"real."
Bai Xiuwen looked at the antiques he had collected with great joy. He didn't expect that his momentary enthusiasm would lead to him receiving such valuable things.
He spent only 3 dollars and pried open dozens of dollars. This was the most money he had ever made after collecting waste for several months.
"Any more?"
"No more, just this one."
"Okay, I'll go back first."
"Brother Li, please come over here."
Li Kailang said nothing and just waved his hands.
Bai Xiuwen looked at the blue and white porcelain in his hand and thought of the uncle.
Although I got it by chance and it has nothing to do with the uncle, I still think about the conditions of his family.
"Giving the uncle 10 yuan doesn't count as a waste for me."
Immediately, Bai Xiuwen took out two big black tens and went out to find the uncle.
"Young man, why are you here?" The uncle looked at Bai Xiuwen in surprise.
"Uncle, do you know how much the jar you sold me is worth?"
"How much can it be worth? It's just a kimchi jar." The uncle said in a flat tone.
This tone gives people the impression that this jar of kimchi is just right. As for the price? How much is it worth?
Seeing the calm face of the old man, Bai Xiuwen didn't beat around the bush: "It's worth thirty or fifty yuan."
"Thirty or fifty yuan, not much." The uncle still had that calm tone.
"This is not much. Uncle, you only earned less than 4 yuan by buying so many scraps. This is or yuan, which can make you live a good life."
Bai Xiuwen didn't understand why the uncle didn't care at all: "Uncle, I like your jar very much. I don't want it for nothing. Here is twenty yuan. Consider it as compensation to you."
Logically speaking, I could not give him a penny, but the uncle's life is so difficult, so I gave him half as a token of appreciation.
The uncle looked at Bai Xiuwen and suddenly smiled: "Young man, you are a very nice person."
Then he sighed again: "Guess, I only have one kimchi jar like that?"
After saying that, he pointed to some blue and white porcelain placed in the corner.
In an instant, Bai Xiuwen couldn't see through the uncle in front of him.
Seeing Bai Xiuwen stunned, the uncle couldn't help but laugh happily.
"Do you know the famous Rong Bao Zhai in our city?"
The uncle waited expectantly for Bai Xiuwen to nod.
But what he was greeted with was Bai Xiuwen shaking his head: "I don't know, I don't know him, this is the first time I heard of him."
The two yin and yang were reversed in an instant, and the uncle was stunned.
"How could you not know? This is the most famous antique shop in our city."
"Uncle, I'm not a local. I'm a refugee."
"Ahem, that's not important, not important." The uncle coughed a few times and waved his hands awkwardly.
"Young man, do you know why I tell you so much?"
"For more than ten years, ever since I've lived here, everyone has avoided me. Only you, young man, sincerely want to help me."
"In order not to hurt my self-esteem, you compromised on the price of the scrap."
The uncle babble on and on, and finally said.
"Everything proves that you are a reliable, honest and good man, young man. You will not violate your principles because of greed."
"I have a business, are you willing to do it?"
"What business?" Bai Xiuwen had a vague feeling that something was not right, but curiosity made him want to continue looking further.
"Young man, my business with you is these blue and white porcelains from the Yuan and Ming dynasties. It's not just these blue and white porcelains, but also other antiques.
"I can give you everything, but you have to support me in my old age. I can't support myself just by picking up scraps, so..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Bai Xiuwen called for a stop before he finished speaking.
The uncle didn't care about being interrupted. He didn't believe that anyone would refuse such generous conditions he offered.
"You said you want me to take care of you in your old age?"
"That's right, young man. Don't feel like you're losing out. I have a lot of stuff. If I sell it, it will make you rich. All I ask is that you provide for me in my old age."
"Give me 10 yuan a month and come visit me occasionally."
The uncle was still talking to himself, not noticing Bai Xiuwen's dark face, nor could he tell who had turned on the lights in the middle of the day.
"Young man, you are kind-hearted and have your own bottom line. I trust you very much. I am willing to give you all my wealth."
Bai Xiuwen interrupted directly: "Uncle, I have something else to do at home so I won't stay."
After saying that, he slammed the twenty yuan on the table and turned to leave.
"Hey, hey, hey, young man, why are you leaving so suddenly? Aren't you tempted by my conditions?"
Bai Xiuwen shook it off directly: "Not moved? If you say I'm not moved, it would be a lie, but if you want me to take care of you in your old age, I'm sorry, I can't do it."
"I have my own parents and younger sister to take care of, so I'm not interested in taking care of other people in their old age."
The uncle suddenly became anxious: "Young man, I won't work for you in vain. After I die, my family property will all be yours. That is a lot of money."
"That's not interesting. No matter how wealthy you are, it's not mine. Besides, I don't believe I won't be able to earn your wealth in my lifetime."
The uncle snorted coldly: "Young man, do you know how rich my family is? How dare you brag."
"How much more generous can it be?"
"Several thousand dollars, can you earn that much? You can never earn that much in your entire life." the uncle shouted.
After hearing this number, Bai Xiuwen was stunned for a long time, as if two little figures fighting appeared in his left and right brain.
After a while, Bai Xiuwen made up his mind.
"Think about it before we talk."
"Uncle, forget it. I'm a pragmatic person. I only believe in the money I earn with my own hands. Besides, how do you know I can't make so much money? I have a lot of potential in my prime years!"
"Hmph! A frog in a well, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger." The uncle shook his head.
Seeing this, Bai Xiuwen didn't want to stay any longer, fearing that he would not be able to suppress his desire.
"There's no point in talking to each other. Uncle, I'm leaving first. Just pretend that I never came here for what happened today."
After saying this, Bai Xiuwen left resolutely.
"Alas~" the uncle shouted, and finally shook his head helplessly: "Another fool, alas~"
Bai Xiuwen regretted every step he took as he left, but the more he regretted, the faster he walked.
(End of this chapter)