"Man, I'm really sorry for waking you up so late at night."
Inside the gate of the sugar factory, although the old guard did not show any dissatisfaction with Chu Heng's return at night, he still handed over a box of cigarettes with an apologetic expression.
As the saying goes, the king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with.
Although he has a very good relationship with the factory director Dou Qiangtao, it is better not to offend the people below if possible, otherwise they may stumble upon you at some point!
Don’t you see, the former richest man was quite happy doing things in Yangcheng...
And the effect of his pack of cigarettes was also very obvious. After the old man pushed for a few times and took the cigarettes, the smile on his face became more enthusiastic. He stopped Chu Heng and the others who were about to enter the hospital: "Young man , just wait a minute!”
"What's wrong, man?" Chu Heng stopped in confusion and turned around to look over.
"I'll get you a key."
After saying this, the old man hurriedly turned around and walked to the guard room. He quickly came out and handed a large copper key to his hand: "Here, take this. It will be convenient for you to go out later. When you leave, just return it to me."
"Isn't this... bad?" Chu Heng looked at the key in his hand blankly, with a slightly strange expression on his face.
This old man...
A few boxes of cigarettes were exchanged for the keys to the factory!
He finally understood why things from the sugar factory were always lost.
Fortunately, he didn't have any bad intentions, otherwise he would have emptied the sugar factory!
The old man didn't pay attention to his expression, but waved his hand casually and said: "Hey, what's wrong with this? We are all so familiar, I can trust you."
"Then... thank you then." Chu Heng put the keys away speechlessly, and then said a few more polite words before leading Wan Xiaotian and Yang Qing into the courtyard.
After a while.
The three of them returned to the dormitory building.
After parking the car in the open space in front of the building, Chu Heng looked at Yang Qing who was about to unload the deer carcass. His eyes rolled a few times, then he walked forward with the sword box and the package in his arms and stuffed the things into Yang Qing: "You go up with this first. Just put the deer in the car. I have to ask someone to send the meat back tomorrow, otherwise it will go bad."
"well."
Yang Qing didn't think much, and went upstairs with Wan Xiaotian holding his things.
Chu Heng pretended to pick up the deer carcass and walked to the back of Volga's car. After the two disappeared at the door of the building, he threw the deer carcass into the warehouse for storage.
After he was done, he was not in a hurry to go back. He took out a cigarette and lit a cigarette. He looked up at the bright white full moon in the sky, and his eyes gradually began to lose focus.
He was thinking about whether to do something in Pigeon Market, a big city, to make some money...
In the past few months, the expenses of this product have been very high. In addition, apart from the income from selling wine and working as a broker, he has basically no external wealth, so the money he saved before is gone. It was tens of thousands, which made him feel a bit of a crisis.
Why can Chu Heng keep those brothers?
Loyalty and reputation play a part, but the most important thing is his unstinting sprinkling of coins!
As a social beast who has been exploited by capitalists for several years, Chu Heng knows very well that painting alone cannot win people's hearts.
You can paint for one year, two years, or a lifetime?
Looking at plum blossoms every day to quench thirst, no one can bear it!
It still depends on the benefits!
There's no problem with drawing cakes, but you have to sprinkle some sesame seeds every now and then, right?
You have to let people smell it.
Therefore, every time he asked someone to do something, he would give him a reward.
And those younger brothers were naturally willing to follow him, a big man who was righteous, had a great reputation, and was generous with his money.
Of course, his throwing away money like this is not without purpose.
Everything is for the phrase "wealth disperses and people gather together, and people gather and wealth comes", "wealth comes"...
"call!"
After standing outside and thinking for a long time, a sudden gust of night wind blew over Chu Heng with a bone-chilling chill.
"It's so cold!"
The guy suddenly shivered and hurriedly ran into the small building with his arms crossed.
When he returned to the house, Yang Qing was still awake, sitting cross-legged on the bed and happily counting money.
Hearing the noise, he looked up and asked casually: "What did you do? You just came back."
"Something happened."
Chu Heng wandered to the bedside and sat down. He smiled and looked at the pile of money in the boy's hand: "How much did you make?"
"Excluding the capital, I made eighteen today!"
Yang Qing grinned excitedly. The money he made this night was more than an ordinary worker would make in half a month, not to mention the village. No wonder he was so happy.
This doesn't even count the dozen silver dollars he collected today.
"Oh, that's quite a lot!"
Chu Heng raised his eyebrows in surprise, raised his hand to look at the time, and urged: "Okay, go to bed quickly, it will get bright again later."
"Oh, I'm going to sleep now."
Yang Qing laughed a few times, put the money into the soles of his shoes and into the pockets of his clothes without any precautions in front of his brother, then took off his clothes, got into the bed happily, and beat him after a while.
Started snoring.
Chu Heng was not in a hurry to sleep. After sitting on the bed and smoking for a while, he dug out the sword box that Yang Qing had placed under the bed and took out the bronze sword.
"Good stuff!"
With a crazy look on his face, this guy gently stroked every inch of the sword with his fingers, his movements careful and gentle, as if he was playing with a peerless beauty.
After a while.
He touched the unrecognizable inscriptions on the sword hilt, frowned, and suddenly felt panicked.
What's the difference between having such a rare treasure in his hand but not knowing its origin, and sleeping with a girl but not knowing what she looks like?
Fell asleep, but not completely asleep...
Therefore, Chu Heng thought for a while and took out a few books about ancient inscriptions from the warehouse, and couldn't wait to read them on the bed.
He must find out what these words mean tonight, otherwise he won't be able to sleep well!
For a while.
The room became quiet, and apart from Yang Qing's soft snoring, there was only the sound of Chu Heng turning the pages of a book.
Time passed by minute by minute, and before we knew it, the sky began to light up.
And Chu Heng finally found out what the last word was.
"Qi Wuhou made his own sword!"
He hadn't slept all night, and his face didn't look tired. Instead, he was extremely excited, his eyes were shining brightly, and his cheeks were flushed.
But then, he slowly frowned, stared at the words on the sword hilt, scratched his head and muttered: "But who is this? I know Qi Wu Gong, but Qi Wuhou has never heard of it!"
"
At this moment, he once again realized the role of knowledge.
"Damn it, Xiao Bansu was busy in vain!" Chu Heng cursed and stuffed the sword back into the sword case. After tearing off his clothes indiscriminately, he fell asleep.
It's not that he doesn't want to continue to investigate, it's that he simply can't.
First of all, it is very difficult to find someone you don’t know in the vast ocean of history. In addition, the information in his hands is incomplete, so even if you want to check it, you can’t do it, so just go to sleep. As for
I'd better wait until I get back to Beijing to ask Zhang about the origin of this sword.
