Chapter 848 Do you want to do something?
"Man, I'm really sorry for waking you up so late at night."
Inside the gate of the sugar factory, although the old gatekeeper did not reveal anything about Chu Heng's return at night. There was no dissatisfaction, but he still handed over a pack 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 good relationship with the factory director Dou Qiangtao, it is better not to offend the people below, otherwise they may stumble upon you at any time!
Don’t you see, the former richest man was very happy when he was doing things in Yangcheng...
And his box of cigarettes also had a very significant effect. After a few pushes, the old man took the cigarette, his face changed. His smile became more enthusiastic, and he stopped Chu Heng and the others who were about to enter the hospital: "Young man, wait a minute!"
"What's the matter, man?" Chu Heng stopped in confusion, Turn around and 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 of it and handed over a large copper key. Put it in his hand: "Here, take this. It will be convenient for you to go out later. When you leave, just give it back 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.
Thankfully 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, and waved his hands casually: "Hey, what's wrong with this? We are all so familiar, I can trust you."
"Then...then... Thank you." Chu Heng put away the keys speechlessly, and then said a few polite words before leading Wan Xiaotian and Yang Qing into the courtyard.
A moment later.
The three 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, and then he walked forward with the sword box and the package in his arms. He stuffed the thing into Yang Qing: "You can 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 be spoiled."
"Oh."
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 finishing it, he was not in a hurry to go back. He took out a cigarette and lit it. He looked up at the bright white full moon in the sky, and his eyes gradually began to lose focus.
He is thinking about whether to do something in the pigeon market in the big city and make some money...
In the past few months, the expenses of this product have been very high. In addition, except for 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 drawing cakes alone cannot win people's hearts.
You can paint for one year, two years, and a lifetime?
Looking at plum blossoms every day to quench thirst, no one can bear it!
It still depends on the benefits!
It’s okay to draw cakes, but you have to sprinkle some sesame seeds every now and then, right?
Someone has to smell it.
So, every time he asks someone to do something, he will give him a reward.
And those younger brothers were naturally willing to follow him, a big man who was righteous, famous, and generous.
Of course, he did not throw away money without purpose. Everything is for the phrase "wealth disperses and people gather together, people gather and wealth comes"...
"Huh!"
Standing outside and thinking for a long time , suddenly a gust of night wind came, with a bone-chilling chill, and fell on Chu Heng.
"It's so cold!"
The guy suddenly shivered and hurriedly ran into the small building holding his arms.
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 have you been doing? 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. He made more money in one night than an ordinary worker in half a month, not to mention the village. No wonder he was so happy.
This is not even counting 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 be dawn in a while."
"Oh, I'm going to sleep now. ”
Yang Qing laughed a few times, and 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 he took off his clothes and got in happily. Under the covers, I started snoring soon.
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.
“What a good thing!”
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 filled with panic.
Having such a rare treasure but not knowing its origin is any different from sleeping with a girl but not knowing what she looks like?
Slept, 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. Apart from Yang Qing's soft snoring, there was only the soft sound of Chu Heng turning the book.
Time passed by minute by minute, and unconsciously, the sky began to light up.
And Chu Heng finally found out what the last word was.
"Qi Wuhou made his own sword!"
After not sleeping all night, his face showed no sign of fatigue, but instead he was extremely excited, his eyes were shining brightly, and his cheeks were full of excitement. There was a flush.
But then, he slowly frowned, stared at the words on the sword hilt, scratched his head and muttered: "But who is this? I do know Qi Wu Gong, Qi Wu Hou I haven’t heard of it either!”
At this moment, he once again realized the role of knowledge.
"Oh no, Bansu's work was 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 not complete, even if you want to check it, there is no way, so it is still Go and get some sleep. As for the origin of this sword, I’d better wait until I get back to Beijing and ask Zhang about it.
(End of this chapter)