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Chapter 367 Take a look

Under Chu Heng's gaze, Zhang hurriedly came to the door of the trust store with his head lowered. He didn't even look at the person blocking the door. He turned around and prepared to push the door open and go in.

"Master Zhang."

Chu Heng quickly called out to him, his eyes a little complicated.

This long-lost greeting made Zhang stunned for a moment. He stopped and looked back curiously. When he saw that the person calling him was actually Chu Heng, he laughed happily and said, "Why are you here, kid?"

Coming?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a look of surprise appeared on his face, he pointed to the inside of the store and said with a smile: "I'm here to pick up something missing again."

"Hey, I have nothing to do, so come and take a walk." Chu Hengxiao nodded, his eyes stayed on his thin face for a moment, and then said: "What's wrong with you?"

"You're not asking nonsense, look at my appearance, how can I be wrong?" Zhang tugged at his clothes with a self-deprecating smile on his face: "I don't work in the cultural relics store now, I work in the recycling bin instead.

Isn’t it appropriate to wear this kind of leaf to work?”

"Hey, you don't accept cultural relics but collect rags instead."

Chu Heng raised his eyebrows, and his mind instantly recalled the man named Han who made his fortune by collecting rags when he was watching TV series in his previous life, so he said: "This is a good job for you. With your ability, you have to bring down a lot of good people."

Object?"

"Hey, you even know this? It's a good thing that you don't have hair, otherwise you would have to climb a tree! You are really a monkey." Zhang was amused at first glance, and immediately clamped the thing he was holding on his left arm.

Under the nest, she used her free right hand to rub her fingers at him and said with a smile: "Come and smoke, why haven't we seen each other for months? I don't have any eyesight at all."

"I'm not scared by your appearance." Chu Heng smiled and took out a cigarette, handed him one, and asked enthusiastically: "Master Zhang, tell me, you collect the rags

Didn’t you get anything good?”

"Are you afraid that other people won't hear your whisper?" Zhang rolled her eyes at him, took a puff of cigarette, and walked away from the store door to the corner next to her.

Seeing this, Chu Heng quickly followed.

When the two of them came to a deserted place, Zhang stopped after taking a look. He looked at Chu Heng with a smile. After his eyes flickered for a few times, he said in a seductive tone: "There must be good things, and there are many young and old. Warring States Period"

The dragon pendants from the Shang Dynasty were sold to me as glass. The three-legged tripods from the Shang Dynasty all had inscriptions on them. I bought them at scrap copper prices. I also bought the landscapes of Wang Mengxi from the Song Dynasty along with old newspapers. That’s all.

Let me tell you, if I can’t collect ten items a day, then my work is in vain!”

Oh my god!

You make more money than me!

Chu Heng immediately felt sore. He couldn't help but feel sad when he thought that he had to wake up in the middle of the night to deliver food to Yan Muze, but in the end he didn't make as much as others collecting rags.

Who is the protagonist?

He babbled and asked greedily: "Master Zhang, can you take me to your place for a cuddle?"

"Want to see it?" Zhang glanced and grinned, stretched out his hand to pat his shriveled belly, and said: "Master Zhang, I just had a bite of steamed buns this morning, and now my belly can beat a drum, and I can't walk anymore.

.”

"Okay, there is a restaurant just ahead. I'll treat you to a meal." Chu Heng's best thing now is money and tickets. Without saying a word, he took Zhang and walked towards a state-owned restaurant not far away.

When they arrived at the place, the two of them chose a secluded corner to sit down under the equal treatment of the waiter.

Zhang didn't even look polite to him. He opened his mouth and ordered four meat dishes, as if he was a grudge. However, he only ordered a glass of white wine.

While waiting for the food to be served, Chu Heng couldn't help but glance at Zhang, who was drinking boiled water, and asked: "Hey, Master Zhang, tell me, what have you been keeping this time?"

"There are too many to finish in a short while. After dinner, you can just sit back and read." Zhang glanced at him and waved his hand, then he picked up the cigarette on the table and lit one.

And he put the lighter in front of himself.

"That's okay." Chu Heng also picked up the cigarette and lit it, put the lighter into his pocket, and then pointed at Zhang Yiyan and asked curiously: "Master Zhang, it's not like you don't have a job now, how did you do it?"

So miserable?"

"Hey." Zhang glanced at the smoke and said helplessly: "I have loved old things since I was a child. I would eat or drink just for these things. Just the things I collected, if

If it is sent back to the station, it must be disposed of as junk. How can I watch them waste it? I can only keep it in my own hands and pay for it back out of my own pocket."

"Then you really are this!"

Chu Heng rolled his eyes and gave him a thumbs up against his will.

This guy definitely has a fetish!

Why, just for the sake of getting something, you have turned yourself into a beggar. Isn't this sick?

No matter how much you like it, you have to eat it first before talking!

Then Chu Heng chatted with Zhang Yi again about antique knowledge, and they didn't end the conversation until the food was served.

It’s not that I don’t want to talk, it’s that I can’t talk anymore.

Good guy, Zhang looks like he has never eaten in a few lifetimes. As soon as the food is served, he throws away his chopsticks and starts eating. There is no food in his mouth. How can I have time to chat with him?

"Slow down, don't choke again."

After Chu Heng ate a few chopsticks, he silently put down the tableware, took out a cigarette and lit one, then sat quietly on the bench and watched Zhang devour the food with a glance.

After a while, Zhang Yan finally finished eating.

Four dishes, two steamed buns, and a glass of white wine were all consumed by him.

Even the oil stars on the plate were licked!

“Comfortable!”

With a satisfied look on his face, Zhang patted his bulging belly and said happily while holding a cigarette in his mouth: "I can't even remember the last time I had such a full meal."

"You didn't do it yourself. If you collect less, you won't be so hungry." Chu Heng said with a smile.

"You don't understand."

Zhang Yi shook his head, stood up slowly, and said, "Let's go, I'll show you something."

"Okay."

Chu Heng, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, quickly got up and followed.

Shaoqing and the two of them returned to the entrance of the trust store, retrieved Chu Heng's bicycle, and headed towards Zhang Yiyan's house together.

More than ten minutes later, they arrived outside the door of a small courtyard.

Taking out the key and opening the door to enter the courtyard, Zhang directly led Chu Heng to the east wing.

Chu Heng originally expected to see a house full of antique calligraphy and paintings, but when he entered the house, he saw that it was all bare.

Except for a few bulky old pieces of furniture, he didn't see even a scrap of paper.

Just when Chu Heng wanted to ask Zhang Yiyi what he was trying to do, Zhang Yiyi suddenly walked to the bedside, turned around and greeted him: "I've eaten too much and can't use my strength. Come here and lend a hand and help the bed."

Move away.”

Is there a secret room?

Chu Heng suddenly became angry and hurriedly stepped forward, working together with him to pull the bed out from the corner, exposing the bluestone floor under the bed.


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