Chu Heng was very punctual and arrived at the scrapyard just after eleven o'clock.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
The big truck, puffing out black smoke, drove straight in from the small road behind the crushing yard and soon reached the central area.
At this time, Du San was already waiting at the edge of the icehouse with twenty or thirty men.
"Quick, quick, move quickly!"
After the car stopped in front of them, following his order, a group of strong men immediately swarmed forward without even bothering to say hello, unloading pieces of frozen beef and mutton from the car and placing them on the ice.
Curry runs and unloads quickly.
When Chu Heng saw this, he didn't get out of the car. He sat in the car, lit a cigarette, and chatted with Du San for a while. After he had finished smoking half a cigarette, a load of goods was unloaded.
"It's finished, Mr. Chu!"
"You guys have a rest first. I'll bring another cart over in half an hour." Chu Heng told Du San and drove out of the scrap yard.
Then in order to cover up others' eyes, he drove the car to a small forest about ten minutes away from the scrapyard and hid for a while. When the time was almost up, he loaded a truck of goods and returned. After unloading the goods, he continued in this way.
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In this way, he was dragged to the pigeon market one after another, that is, at three o'clock, he gave up.
In the past few hours, he had pulled a total of nine carts of goods, five of which were beef and mutton, and the other four were rice, flour, grain, oil, brown sugar, white sugar, watches and other groceries.
Suddenly, Du San and Wan Xiaotian's warehouses were full, and they could last at least until the end of the year. It also made the two people who had been looking at the empty warehouses with sad faces relieved a little.
But it also made Chu Heng very tired. The steering wheel of his truck had no power, so it was really tiring to drive. After running several cars, his tired arms could hardly be lifted.
"Is this power possible? Master Chu."
In the cultural relics store, Du San and Wan Xiaotian were pinching Chu Heng's shoulders and rubbing his arms.
In front of him, the fire in the briquette stove was burning brightly, and sitting on it was a large pot with a pot of beef stewed with potatoes.
"Good!"
Chu Heng squinted his eyes and enjoyed the service of these two people who were one of the most stubborn people in the Forty-Nine City. He casually followed Zhang Yiyan and Yan Muze who were sitting aside and asked: "Master Zhang, Master Yan, I am not in this section.
How was the harvest?"
"It's pretty good." Zhang took a sip of tea, smashed and smashed his mouth, and reported like a treasure: "In the past three months, the store has collected a total of 4,612 antiques, including the following:
There are 536 pieces of fine quality, a total of 434 taels of large and small gold bars, and more than 200 pieces of various types of jewelry. I have recorded the details in my account book, and I will bring them to you when I return later.
"
"So many? Not bad, not bad." Chu Heng raised his eyebrows, with a satisfied smile on his lips.
Yan Muze stroked his beard with a smile and said: "There are a lot of good things in this batch of things. In terms of calligraphy and painting, there is a copybook by Huang Tingjian and a landscape painting by Zhao Mengfu. In addition, there is a Yongle sweet white glaze plum vase.
Pure gold from the Zhenguan year of the Tang Dynasty..."
"Stop, stop, stop talking. Besides, I don't have the heart to eat anymore." Chu Heng sat up with his eyes shining, feeling scratchy, so he looked at the big iron pot with the fragrant smell, and said
Zou Guo, who was holding a spoon on the side, asked: "When will your dish be ready?"
"A quarter of an hour," Zou Guo said with a smile.
"A quarter of an hour..." Chu Heng stood up immediately, took a look at Zhang and Yan Muze and walked out: "Let's take a look first."
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"No, why are you so anxious? Things can't escape there. This dish will be ready soon. Let's take a look at it after dinner." Zhang glanced at it and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"No, I can't wait any longer. If I want to blame you, blame Master Yan. Who asked him to talk to me?"
"Okay, I shouldn't say that we co-authored it?"
"You really shouldn't have told me, don't you know what my temper is like? How can I have the time to eat after you've finished talking to me?"
"Ha ha."
While they were joking, the three of them came outside the warehouse where the antiques were stored. After removing a few pieces of rotten wood blocking the door, Zhang took out the key and opened the lock, then walked in first and turned on the lights in the warehouse.
Under the dim light, rows of wooden shelves were almost filled with antiques from different dynasties. When you were among them, a strong atmosphere of time came to your face, as if you were rippling in the long river of history.
"Okay, okay!"
Chu Heng looked at the objects in the warehouse obsessively, grinning from the corners of his mouth to his ears.
"Master Chu, look at this." Yan Muze handed over a sweet white porcelain bottle.
"Slow down, slow down."
Chu Heng quickly took it carefully and walked under the light to look at it carefully, exclaiming in admiration: "Beautiful, so damn beautiful! This glaze, this opening, and the most rare thing is the shape of this vessel. This is the first time I have seen it.
There is such a big one, tsk tsk!”
He didn't move his eyes away after seeing it, and stood there for ten minutes. It wasn't until Du San came over to ask them to eat that he reluctantly put down his things and came out of the warehouse.
On the way back to the recycling store, Zhang glanced at him and said: "Mr. Chu, you saw the situation in the warehouse just now. There is almost no room left. You have to think of a solution quickly. Otherwise, we can collect the things after a while.
There’s no place to put it.”
"Okay, I understand. I'll think of a solution later." After hearing this, Chu Heng frowned and nodded, wondering where these things were going.
"I have an idea." Yan Muze said after seeing this.
"Huh?" Chu Heng looked over immediately: "What can we do?"
Yan Muze puffed on his cigarette and said with a smile: "Not long after you left, an order came from above. The whole city began to dig air-raid shelters in preparation for war, and it hasn't stopped yet. I think we might as well take this opportunity to build a few in the suburbs.
What do you think about building an underground storage room in the name of digging a bomb shelter?"
"This is a good idea." Chu Heng's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he immediately began to think about it carefully. The more he thought about it, the more feasible it became, so he told Du San: "I'll leave this matter to you, no problem.
Bar?"
"No problem." Du San agreed immediately.
"Remember to build more, the opportunity is rare." Zhang reminded with a glance.
"How many should we build, Mr. Chu?" Du San looked at Chu Heng.
Chu Heng pondered for a moment and said: "You need to find a land first, and then find someone to plan the size, and then study how many to build."
"Sure." Du San nodded.
While they were talking, a few people arrived outside the recycling store. Suddenly, a strong smell of meat hit their nostrils. Chu Heng, who was already hungry after working hard for most of the night, rushed into the house and shouted: "Hurry up, give me a pair."
The chopsticks smell so delicious."
"Here you go, Master Chu." Wan Xiaotian handed over a pair of chopsticks.
He was not polite, took the chopsticks and went to the briquette stove, ordered another steamed bun, took it in his hand, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.