Wan Xiaotian and others were chatting quietly, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.
"Master Tian." Old Yan, who was wearing velvet clothes and had regained his previous decent appearance, took out the cigarette and dispersed it with a smile. The white jade ring in his hand was particularly eye-catching: "This year has passed.
When will you return to the big city?"
"This is only the second year of junior high school, why are you so anxious?" Wan Xiaotian looked at him with a smile, the big watch on his hand shining brightly under the light.
"How can we not be in a hurry?" Old Man Yan bared his teeth and said with a pained expression: "Our business, even in the off-season, will cost more than a thousand a day. We have been back for three days, so we have to say less.
I’ve made more than three thousand yuan less, and my heart hurts just thinking about it!”
When he was in Dacheng, Wan Xiaotian didn't treat him badly at all. He brought back more than 200 yuan. This was already a large amount of income for the declining Yan family. How could he not be interested?
"Yeah, Brother Tian, if nothing goes wrong, let's go back early. That's three thousand yuan. Who wouldn't feel bad for it?" A younger brother also encouraged him at this time. They all got dividends, and they were better than Yan.
The old man wants more.
"It's useless to feel bad. There are only so many goods left now. It's too late to go back. If we sell out all the goods, why don't we just stare at each other in the big city for the rest of the day?" Wan Xiaotian said with a relaxed look: "You can all rest peacefully.
When there is news from Master Chu, it won’t be too late for us to leave.”
This guy is not in a hurry to go back to the big city, because he still has a few necessary entertainments to attend. These people are all well-known figures in the stubborn circle of the Forty-Nine City, so it would be a bad idea not to go.
"Swipe, pull, pull!"
At this moment, a slight sound of metal friction came from the alley.
Yan Muze's expression changed, and he quickly shined the flashlight at the entrance of the alley, with a complicated look on his face: "Master Chu is here."
The old man was very familiar with this sound. He used to hear it almost every few days.
Under the orange light of the flashlight, Chu Heng's figure soon appeared in their eyes, and they saw a semi-new trolley slowly driving towards them.
"Master Chu!"
Wan Xiaotian quickly led people up.
"Are you all ready?" Chu Heng stopped the car and handed the car directly to a younger brother.
"It has been prepared for a long time." Yan Muze said quickly.
"Hey, Mr. Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you still look like you." Chu Heng smiled and cupped his hands at the three of them, father and son: "I wish you all a happy New Year."
"Oh, no, no, no, we have to give you New Year greetings." Yan Muze and his son hurriedly returned the greetings, and then respectfully invited Chu Heng into the courtyard.
A few moments.
A group of people walked into the west wing of Yan's courtyard.
"Crack!"
Old Yan stretched out his hand to light the lamp. In an instant, the light bulb above his head lit up with orange light, filling the entire hut.
In the room, there was an Eight Immortals table with a pot of tea on it, which Yan Muze had prepared before.
Against the west wall, there are more than a dozen boxes of various sizes neatly stacked, almost filling up one wall.
"Master Chu, please sit down!" Yan Muze humbly invited Chu Heng to sit down at the Eight Immortals table, poured him a cup of hot tea, and took out a box of the big front door bought specially for Wan Xiaotian, opened it and handed it over.
Chu Heng crossed his legs and took the cigarette casually. After Old Man Yan lit it for him, he ordered: "Okay, don't delay. Hurry up and load the things into the car for me. I'm in a hurry to leave."
"Don't you take a look?" Yan Muze said in surprise.
"If you don't read it, do you still dare to frame me? When I pull it back, I will take a look at it myself." Chu Heng waved his hand and said, "Go and move quickly."
"well!"
After Wan Xiaotian responded, he called his younger brother to move things. The Yan family's father and son did not dare to be idle and hurriedly stepped forward to help.
Chu Heng was drinking tea and smoking cigarettes leisurely as if nothing had happened.
More than ten minutes passed like this.
Soon all the boxes in the house were moved out and loaded on the cart he rode over.
"Master Chu!"
Wan Xiaotian walked in panting at this time and said: "Everything is packed, but it's a bit heavy. How about I go back with you?"
"No need, just go and do whatever you have to do." How could Chu Heng agree? He had no intention of taking the things home. If he really asked this kid to go back with him, where would he put these things?
Upon hearing this, Wan Xiaotian accidentally guessed that Chu Heng wanted to send the things to a secret place that was inconvenient for outsiders to know, so he didn't insist anymore, and surrounded him with his younger brothers and the Yan family's father and son when he went out.
Then they watched him pedal away with great effort, and then they dispersed.
After Chu Heng pedaled the heavy cart and came out of the alley where Yan's house was located, he walked cautiously for a while until he came to a dark corner, and then he quickly took the cart and ducked into the portable warehouse.
After coming in, he couldn't wait to look at the contents of the boxes.
He first picked out one of the boxes on the top of the trolley, took it out and opened it. Inside were rolls of calligraphy and paintings neatly stacked, mostly from the Ming and Qing dynasties, including ones by Wen Zhengming, some by Lang Shining, and others.
Wang Ximeng's are all rare treasures. If they were left to future generations, others would be as happy as if they had one.
But after Chu Heng briefly looked through it, he closed the box without interest, put it in the warehouse in an area dedicated to storing calligraphy and paintings, and then continued to check the next one.
From the time he traveled to the present, he has seen too many good things, and his horizons have already broadened. These calligraphy and paintings can no longer cause him too much emotional fluctuations.
As time goes by, one box after another is opened, and then Chu Heng stores them into categories.
And from beginning to end, there was not a single object in the box that caught his eye.
That's how it went for a while.
Soon Chu Heng picked up a heavy small box from the car, which contained the gold bars collected by Wan Xiaotian, totaling more than eleven kilograms.
It sounds like a lot, but it's actually not much at all, not even as big as a brick.
"Crash!"
Chu Heng licked the golden gold bars in the box, and finally a smile appeared on his face. Then he happily carried the box to a large iron cabinet that was as tall as one person.
He casually opened the cabinet door, and inside there were stacks of gold bars of different sizes placed in grids, almost filling most of the cabinet. When counted, the number was not only 400 but also 500 kilograms!
This has been collected through various channels and means since he time traveled. Judging from the current economic environment, he can be regarded as a millionaire!
And this is just what he collected in just one year. As his younger brother rises in rank, the number of gold bars will definitely increase!
"This is the hard currency!" Chu Heng looked at the gold bars in the cabinet obsessively, put the ones in the box in his hand one by one, and then gently closed the door.
Many of his ambitions and ideas for the future are pinned on this gold!
