Zhong Yuemin danced and said: "What a happy event. Our Zhong family's ancestral graves have to have green smoke to have such a happy event."
"Then tell me and it will make your father happy too."
Jiang Hua didn't speak. Since Zhong Yuemin was so active, let's give him the chance to show off.
After receiving Jiang Hua's approval, Zhong Yuemin said excitedly: "Brother Hua designed an engineering shovel by himself and took it to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill for processing. His uncle spotted it at a glance and reported directly to it. As a result,
The General Staff Department and the Ministry of Industry agreed that it was a good thing, mass production has begun, and it has been deployed in the army, and the organization has also given credit to Brother Hua."
"Hey, this is really good news. Jiang Hua, dad is really happy. You are only seventeen years old and you are already able to contribute to the country. I believe your parents can also be comforted by their spirits in heaven."
Zhong Yuemin suddenly lowered his tone: "Dad, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that Brother Hua's surname is not Zhong. It should be the smoke coming out of his ancestral grave."
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "One family does not speak two languages. My name is Jiang Hua, and I am also the son of Zhong Shanyue."
Zhong Shanyue smiled and nodded: "I like to hear this. It is also a blessing for me, Zhong Shanyue, to have a son like you. Now I go to meet my seniors."
Zhong Yuemin danced and said, "Yes, I thought wrongly. Brother Hua and I are a family. Dad, you know, it's not the greatest good news that Brother Hua has made a meritorious service."
Zhong Shan Yueluo asked with interest: "What other happy event is bigger than this?"
Zhong Yuemin suddenly lowered his voice, looked around, and then said: "The leader knows about Brother Hua. He personally praised Brother Hua and wrote him a personal letter."
"Really, really?"
Even Zhong Shanyue, a man who was accustomed to seeing bullets and bullets, couldn't calm down. Zhong Shanyue had dedicated half his life to the organization, but he had never received a letter from the leader. Zhong Shanyue had never received a letter from the leader. He, his son, couldn't handle it.
Jiang Hua took out a box from his shoulder bag. When he opened the box, he found a layer of oil paper on the left and a layer on the right, and finally a layer of cotton cloth. After they were all uncovered, it was the leader's personal letter.
Zhong Shanyue's hands were trembling. He wanted to take the envelope several times, but he was afraid that his trembling hands would destroy the envelope, so he endured it several times.
After a while, Zhong Shanyue calmed down and stopped shaking. Then he picked up the envelope, took out the letter paper, and read the letter word for word.
"Okay, okay, okay, Hua Zi, the leader personally encourages you. You must be a person who is useful to the people, the country, and the organization."
Next, Zhong Shanyue was in a state of blissful confusion. He didn't even remember what Zhong Yuemin said to him, but the smile on his face never broke.
No matter how excited he is, life has to go on, but no one treats Jiang Hua like a genius. Apart from the merit-based rewards from his superiors, the only thing that makes Jiang Hua happy is that his parents' work unit has raised his living expenses by another ten yuan.
If this child has a future, they will be proud of the public security front.
Because Zhong Yuemin doesn't go out much these days, Jiang Hua hasn't seen much of Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong. The last time Yuan Jun said he wanted to make money, nothing happened.
Zhong Yuemin was either reading or practicing martial arts every day. After he decided to practice martial arts, Zhong Yuemin began to learn free fighting from Jiang Hua. He had a wrestling background since he was a child. Jiang Hua also taught him a few acrobatics. After practicing these days, he has made some achievements.
Zhong Yuemin no longer goes out to hang out, but Jiang Hua likes to go out and wander around, mainly because of the treasures everywhere. He has been visiting various commission shops and recycling bins and collected a lot of good things.
If he doesn't like it and has value, he will deal with it to Mr. Men. He doesn't know where this old man got the money. Jiang Hua guesses that he also has channels to digest it, and he is not eating alone.
Today, Jiang Hua is preparing to go to the Xizhimen entrustment store. Because this entrustment store is relatively large and he has never visited it before, he is expected to gain a lot.
Just as they were about to reach the door, they saw Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong walking out of the store, holding something in their hands, wrapped tightly in furoshiki.
Yuan Jun kept cursing and seemed to be complaining about Zheng Tong. Zheng Tong was not a good person either. The two of them were noisy, but they held tightly in their hands and refused to let go at all.
At this time, a middle-aged man in Chinese tunic suit came up to chat with him, and Zheng Tong handed the furoshiki bottle to the middle-aged man.
The guy looked up and down and looked over and over again, but didn't say anything and asked Zheng Tong to call out the price.
Zheng Tong gritted his teeth and stretched out three fingers. Before he could speak, a voice next to him suddenly shouted: "Five hundred."
This startled both parties to the transaction. The man in Chinese tunic suit was not happy anymore. He pointed at Jiang Hua and said: "There is no one like you. We are talking here. What's the matter with you crossing the bar? Do you understand the rules? I don't want it."
Only then can you bid.”
Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun called out "Brother Hua" in a polite manner, and then the person opposite him reacted: "Oh, you are together, can you bid on their behalf?"
Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun nodded at the same time. The man in Chinese tunic picked up the bottle again and looked at it. Then he handed it over with regret and said, "Five hundred? It's not worth it."
Jiang Hua took the bottle and said: "Take a look, Chongzhen official kiln jade pot spring, this quality will cost you not more than five hundred. Besides, if you wait for a few years, it will definitely increase in value."
The man in Chinese tunic suit said unhappily: "Then I have to take the risk. Nowadays, many of these things can be displayed casually."
"People who eat beans are still afraid of the smell of beans. If you were afraid, you would still wander around outside the consignment store with your bag wrapped in your hands. Aren't you just trying to take advantage of the low prices?"
The man in Chinese tunic suit knew that he had met his opponent, so he took the bottle from Zheng Tong's hand and looked at it carefully.
"Four hundred."
Jiang Hua said unceremoniously, "Four hundred and nine."
"Four hundred and three."
"Four hundred and eight."
After some haggling, the price was finally settled at 460. The man in Mao suit stuffed the bottle into his bag, looked around and left in a hurry.
Yuan Jun counted the Big Black Ten in his hand excitedly. He had never dealt with so much money since he could remember, and his adrenaline was now soaring.
Zheng Tong had no money, so he asked: "Brother Hua, what are you doing here?"
Jiang Hua pointed at the man in Chinese tunic suit who left in a hurry and said, "I will do whatever he does."
Zheng Tong asked curiously: "You also collect these things?"
"Zheng Tong, you can be considered a scholar. You shouldn't say this from your mouth. Those young generals said it should be abolished. Do they really mean it should be abolished? This is the cultural crystallization of the long history of our flower growers.
, it’s art, countless times higher than those old Western things.”
