Hearing Zheng Jun's voice outside, Chu Heng's face turned dark instantly.
If you don't come early or late, you have to come when my wife has a fever. Do you mean it?
Do you know how difficult it is for my wife to have a fever?
"Let him wait!"
Chu Heng, who was still a tadpole, couldn't care less about him. A vicious dog rushed to the bedside, hugged his wife and ate her.
Xiao Ni was immediately confused and confused, but he soon came to his senses. He quickly grabbed Ya's ears and pulled him down from the fruit stall. He panted and said, "Oh, hurry up and take a look. Everyone said there is something urgent."
Already."
"What's the matter with him? Just keep going." Chu Heng shook his head, shook off his hands on his ears, lowered his head and started to chew again.
Xiao Ni kicked him away, grabbed a few of them and wrapped them around him, and said angrily and funny: "You can go quickly, I can't run away."
"So annoying!"
Chu Heng shook his fist angrily, but lost all interest for a moment. He wiped himself with a military coat and put it on himself, and came out of the room with a slumped face.
Not long after, he came to the door of the courtyard, angrily unbolted the door and opened the door. He glanced at Zheng Jun, who was standing in the cold wind as cold as his third grandson. Chu Heng cursed: "What the hell are you doing?"
What happened? Is Cen Hao dead or your wife ran away?"
Seeing the boss' face drooping like a donkey, Zheng Jun shrank his neck in fright, and then plucked up the courage to mutter: "No, there is an old man named Yan Muze who came to the scrapyard to find you, and he brought a
Jade Ruyi, Taoist Master Dou said that thing is priceless, let me inform you."
"You're so damn good, it's so late at night..." Chu Heng, who was so angry, didn't even hear what he said. He subconsciously opened his mouth to curse, but he quickly realized that he stopped and asked with narrowed eyes.
: "Wait a minute, you just said priceless? What kind of priceless method?"
"I don't understand this either. I just heard that person named Yan say that Ruyi belongs to Old Man Shiquan, or it's mutton-fat white jade." Zheng Jun scratched his head and said.
"Old man Shiquan?! How big is that thing?" Chu Heng's breathing became rapid. Old man Shiquan is just like Mr. Qianlong. Plus, it's made of mutton-fat jade. As long as the size is not too small, it should cost at least hundreds of millions.
ah!
"Just..." Zheng Jun thought carefully, stretched out his arm and gestured: "A little shorter than my little arm."
"hiss!"
Chu Heng's eyes widened in shock, and he breathed a cold sigh of relief.
Forearm length, mutton fat white jade, used by Emperor Qianlong...
Damn it!
It’s really priceless!
All of a sudden.
The unhappiness in your heart about being disturbed disappeared without a trace. Your wife can play with you at any time, but you don't often have a baby!
Without any hesitation, Chu Heng explained to Zheng Jun and turned back to the house. After telling Xiao Ni about the situation, he hurriedly left the house with Zheng Jun.
He was afraid that if he left late, the baby would be gone.
There are hundreds of millions of things!
How many foot-washing cities are enough to open?
The two of them soon came out of the alley.
At this time, Xiao Ma was resting in the car with a little brother. Chu Heng went over to call the man out, then opened the trunk, picked up Zheng Jun's bicycle and threw it in. Then he took Zheng Jun into the car and sped off.
go.
Along the way, Zheng Jun looked back from time to time, hearing the knocking sounds coming from the trunk from time to time, and his face twitched with distress.
Cen Hao is not as wealthy as Du San. Almost every key member of his staff owns a bicycle. His group of people are so poor that they almost urinate blood. They can't even afford to eat before joining Chu Heng's command!
The bicycle in the trunk was rewarded to Zheng Jun by Cen Hao after he returned from his service in the big city. It was usually as precious as anything, and it was difficult for others to even touch it, but now it was thrown away by Chu Heng like rubbish.
It got into the trunk and kept bumping and bumping.
I don’t know what kind of shape the place will be smashed into...
Zheng Jun sighed worriedly, but didn't dare to say anything more.
The whole journey was silent.
Less than half an hour later, Chu Heng and the two arrived at the scrapyard.
I haven't been here for just a few days, and I don't know when there were several mountains of garbage outside the scrapyard, and they were basically old wood and old masonry.
The road to the scrapyard was still very dilapidated. Chu Heng carefully drove past a garbage dump. After a casual glance, he couldn't help but complain: "It's such a waste, such a good huanghuali was lost.
"
As soon as she finished cursing, Ya was stunned. She quickly braked to stop the car, then quickly put the car in reverse gear and drove back.
After returning to the garbage pile, he stepped on the brakes hard, got out of the car in a hurry, and took a flashlight to look around the garbage pile.
Zheng Jun was a little confused.
I don’t understand what the boss is doing. Why are you digging up the garbage? And he is acting like his mother is dead...
The reason why Chu Heng has this virtue is naturally because of the garbage mountain in front of him.
"Agarwood, ebony, rosewood... you are such a prodigal son!" He muttered, pulling at the various woods in front of him, which made him feel very sad.
The small-leaf red sandalwood desk was suddenly chopped into firewood sticks, and the real Ming Dynasty ebony guzheng was forcibly split into two sections from the middle...
What a loser!
Chu Heng tremblingly picked up a piece of Huanghuali wood and looked at it. It took him a while to recognize that it was the armrest of an armchair!
"Hey!" He shook his head regretfully, turned around and threw the armrest to Zheng Jun: "Take it."
Zheng Jun caught it in a hurry, took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and confirmed that it was a piece of rotten wood, so he asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
"You'll know later." Chu Heng didn't bother to explain. He squatted down and rummaged through the garbage pile again, picking out various pieces of wood. In a short time, he basically
I gathered together those rarer woods.
"Load them all into the car."
He pointed to a small pile of various pieces of wood on the ground, clapped his hands and returned to the car.
After Zheng Jun loaded everything into the car, the two drove off again.
A few moments.
The car reached the center of the scrapyard, and there was no road ahead. Going further in, we had to walk on our legs.
"This broken road should be repaired tomorrow." Chu Heng cursed and pulled out the car key, turned to Zheng Jun in the back seat and said: "Put your things on and get out of the car."
With that said, he got out of the car first and walked inside with a flashlight.
Zheng Jun quickly took off his cotton-padded jacket, wrapped it in the pile of scrap wood, got out of the car and trotted to follow.
After the two of them left for a while, their eyes suddenly became clear.
Cen Hao had already followed Chu Heng's instructions to clear out a large area in the middle of the scrapyard, and leveled the ground. At this time, the huge site was empty and looked a little desolate.
I just finished the funeral and am currently typing the next chapter.
Hey, every winter in the Northeast is a period of high incidence of geriatric diseases, and basically a few have to be sent away every year...
