"That's enough, that's enough," Zhou Bing said with a smile. We just worked overtime at night and didn't need so much.
"That's enough," Lao Wen said, taking out the TCL Beauty of the Times that I bought in Zhongguancun, and deliberately showing the sapphire side of the flap to Zhou Bing.
"Hello." Lao Wen took two steps forward, pretending to be on the phone and said, "I'm in Yinchuan. Where can I meet you tomorrow? Have you booked a private room?"
"What? In Yingbin Building? Isn't there any high-end place?" (Yingbin Building was a relatively famous hotel in Yinchuan at that time, a century-old hotel, and together with Beijing's Donglaishun, it was called North Southeast Ying.)
"Okay, okay, I get it. It's a local specialty, right? You ask them to remember to bring those three things, the coral-red ground foreign-colored heart-turning vase from the Qianlong Dynasty, the Bada Shanren Zhu Da landscape scroll, the Northern Song Dynasty
Bai Ding folds the edge of the narcissus basin. (I asked him to memorize this last night.)
"Well, that's right, two pieces of porcelain and one piece of calligraphy and painting. Just tell him that I won't show it to Hong Kong people after I see it. The price is not an issue. Well, well, I have some personal matters to take care of. I'll contact you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Lao Wen closed the phone cover and cursed: "You are a bunch of idiots who have to call to ask about any big thing."
Outside the store, Dou Sprout and I looked at each other.
The two thousand yuan is well spent. This is it. Who can say that Lao Wen drives a three-wheeler delivery service?
I saw a change in the expression on Zhou Bing's face. Although it was fleeting, I still saw it.
At this time Zhou Bing said: "Boss, are you dealing in antiques?"
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"That's right, I came to Yinchuan this time just to make a little money." Lao Wen sat down and said.
"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
"It's okay, it's okay," Zhou Bing said with a smile. I will design the layout for you. What do you call it? What are your requirements for the business card? How many editions should you make? I can let the staff make a sample font.
Lao Wen stood up and said, look at it. The name on the business card says Wen Huaxiong. How many editions does it mean?
Zhou Bing explained that one edition means one box, one hundred sheets per box. We start with one edition. To be honest, the money you gave us is enough to make one hundred editions.
The old man waved his hand and said no, it’s just for use in Yinchuan tomorrow. One edition is enough. Can I come and pick it up tomorrow morning?
Zhou Bing looked at the time, nodded and said: "Normally it takes two to three days. We will work overtime tonight. At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, boss, just come and pick it up on time."
"Okay," Lao Wen stood up and clapped his hands: "Then it's settled. I'll pick it up on time at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." After speaking, Lao Wen turned to leave.
"Boss Wen, wait a minute." Zhou Bing stopped him.
"You haven't left your phone number yet. It's for business cards."
Lao Wen said oh, thought about it and casually gave his phone number.
When Lao Wen came out and saw that Zhou Bing did not follow him, he coughed quietly.
"Come on, hurry up." Dou Yazai pushed Xiaoxuan.
Let's go straight back to our destination. What did Lao Wen say? I didn't mess up the performance.
I praised him for doing a good job, but this is only the first step. If you want the Zhou family to take out the white horse copper kettle by themselves, you have to let him take the initiative to call you.
Lao Wen nodded, and then said in a polite tone: "Twenty thousand yuan, that's twenty thousand yuan! It would take me two years to save up without eating or drinking. What are you looking for with glasses? Don't
I finally paid."
I smiled and said, "Don't worry about it." Isn't there a saying, "If you can't let go of your children, you can't trap the wolf. Twenty thousand yuan is our child, so just use the twenty thousand yuan as a rope to trap the two wolves."
"Two wolves?" Lao Wen asked doubtfully, "Just the one wearing glasses, and the other one?"
"Hehe." Douya said with a smile that you have a low IQ and can't understand. The one wearing glasses is a little wolf, and behind him there is an old wolf, so cunning and cunning that his fur has turned white.
Lao Wen said that I am becoming more and more curious, please tell me.
I shook my head and said that we gave you two thousand yuan, you can just use the money to do things, and don't ask more about anything else. Knowing too much will not do you any good.
After Lao Wen left, Dou Yazi Xiaoxuan and I secretly went to the advertising store to take a look at around 11 o'clock that night. Originally, the advertising store was dark at this time and the rolling shutter door was closed, but today it was brightly lit, and Zhou Bing and a man
One female and two employees are working overtime.
I calculated in my mind that the little wolf has now fallen into the trap, and all that remains is to trap the old wolf.
At that time, there were no night buses in Yinchuan. If you wanted to get from Funing Street to where we lived, you could only take a taxi. There were not taxis all over the streets now, and there were no taxi-hailing apps like Didi Shunfeng. At this time, you had to take a taxi.
, just one word, "Wait."
At this time, most of the people driving in Yinchuan at night were vans, and the vans were all Tianjin Daifa models. Because they were all yellow, many people called them Huang Dafa.
In the next three to four years, the main taxi fleet became the red Santana. There was a plastic sign with a light on the yellow roof, and "taxi" was written in red paint on the sign.
There were only three or four street lamps on Funing Street that night, and two of them were still out of order. People in the surrounding residential buildings turned off their lights and went to bed after twelve o'clock in the evening. It was a bit cold in the middle of the night. Dou Sprout couldn't help sneezing and complained.
We haven't seen a car yet, why don't we ask Lao Wen to drive a tricycle to see us off.
I said it wasn't appropriate. Lao Wen didn't have a mobile phone. The owner of the canteen probably went to bed early at this point. He was waiting patiently.
Xiaoxuan also said yes, the car should be here soon.
"Look, look what I'm talking about," Xiaoxuan just finished her sentence and pointed forward and said a taxi was coming.
I hurriedly ran to the side of the road and waved. When the yellow-faced man saw me waving, he braked and stopped.
Some of them passed by, and the yellow-faced driver stuck his head out and turned around and asked where they were going.
I reported my address, and the driver nodded and said no, it would be two yuan cheaper if I didn't use a meter.
I said I won’t use the clock and let’s go quickly.
I opened the car door and got in the yellow-sided car, Douyazai Xiaoxuan got into the back seat, and I sat in the passenger seat.
After driving, I rolled up the window and the driver turned the steering wheel with one hand. He kept smoking and smoking all the way along, making the car filled with smoke.
Neither Dou Yazai nor I are addicted to cigarettes. We only smoke one occasionally when we are sleepy. Xiaoxuan does not smoke. She coughed and said, "Master, please stop smoking. It's choking to death."
The man with the yellow face was in his thirties, with a short haircut, and half of his arm was exposed because he turned the steering wheel with one hand. I saw that he had two green snake tattoos on his forearm.
The driver smiled and said to the girl that he was sorry and would stop smoking. After saying that, he rolled down the window and threw away the cigarette butt.
"We'll be there in five minutes, so I won't send you in. The alley is too narrow to get in."
I said yes.
After walking for a few more minutes, he turned on his double flashes and the yellow-faced one stopped on the side of the road.
"How much does it cost, master?"
"It's two yuan cheaper without a clock, nine yuan." He said with a smile.
I touched my body and found that I had no change, only a few hundred cents. I asked Douyazai and Xiaoxuan if they had any change on them. They looked at them twice and shook their heads and said they had no change.
There was no WeChat at this time, let alone scanning the QR code to pay.
I was going to give him a hundred, and I didn't need to change it. Dou Sprout said goodbye, that's not how money is made. He said he would have it when he got home, and there was change in the drawer in the house.
