In front of Yan's house.
Wan Xiaotian and others were chatting quietly, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.
"Master Tian." Old man Yan, who was wearing velvet clothes and had regained his previous decent appearance, took out the cigarette and dispersed it with a smile. The white jade ring in his hand was particularly eye-catching: "This The year has passed, when are we going back to the big city? "
"This is my second year of junior high school, why are you so anxious?" Wan Xiaotian looked at him with a smile, the big watch on his hand flashing in the light. Bright and shiny.
"Why don't you be in a hurry?" Old Man Yan bared his teeth and said with a pained expression: "Our business, even in the off-season, costs more than a thousand a day, and we have to wait for three days. If you don’t say anything, you will lose more than three thousand yuan. Just thinking about it makes my heart hurt.”
When he was in Dacheng, Wan Xiaotian didn't treat him badly at all. He brought back more than 200 yuan. This was already a large amount of income for the declining Yan family. How could he not be interested?
"Yes, Brother Tian, if nothing happens, let's go back early. That's three thousand yuan. Who wouldn't feel bad if you let it go?" A younger brother also encouraged at this time. They all get dividends. Yes, he got more than Old Man Yan.
"It's useless to feel bad. There are only so many goods left now. It's too early to go back. If the goods are sold out, can we stare at each other in the big city for the rest of the day?" Wan Xiaotian said with a relaxed look: " Just rest peacefully. When will Mr. Chu come back? There is news, it’s not too late for us to leave.”
This guy is not in a hurry to go back to the big city, because he still has a few necessary entertainments to attend, and these people are from the Fourth and Nine Cities. There are prominent figures in the circle of stubborn masters. It would be bad not to leave.
“Swipe, pull!”
At this moment, a slight sound of metal friction came from the alley.
Yan Muze's expression changed, and he quickly shined the flashlight at the entrance of the alley, with a complex expression on his face: "Master Chu is here."
The old man was very familiar with this voice. He used to do it every few days. You can hear it once.
Under the orange light of the flashlight, Chu Heng's figure soon appeared in their eyes, and they saw a used cart slowly driving towards them.
“Master Chu!”
Wan Xiaotian quickly led people up.
“Are you all ready?” Chu Heng stopped the car and handed the car directly to a younger brother.
"It has been prepared for a long time." Yan Muze said quickly.
"Hey, Mr. Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you still have the same style." Chu Heng smiled and cupped his hands at the three of them, father and son: "I wish you all a happy New Year."
"Hey Hey, no, no, you have to pay New Year greetings to you." Yan Muze and his son hurriedly returned the greetings, and then respectfully invited Chu Heng into the courtyard.
A few moments.
A group of people walked into the west wing of Yan’s courtyard.
“Bah!”
Old Yan stretched out his hand to light the lamp. In an instant, the light bulb above his head lit up with orange light, filling the entire hut.
In the room, there was an Eight Immortals table with a pot of tea on it, which Yan Muze had prepared before.
Against the west wall, there are more than a dozen boxes of various sizes neatly stacked, almost filling up one wall.
"Master Chu, please sit down!" Yan Muze humbly invited Chu Heng to sit down at the Eight Immortals table, poured him a cup of hot tea, and took out a box of the big front door bought specially for Wan Xiaotian, and opened it Kai handed it up.
Chu Heng crossed his legs and took the cigarette casually. After Old Man Yan lit it for him, he ordered: "Okay, don't delay, load the things into the car for me quickly, I'm in a hurry to leave .”
“Don’t you take a look?” Yan Muze said in surprise. "If you don't read it, do you still dare to frame me? I'll take my time to read it myself when I pull it back." Chu Heng waved his hand and said, "Go on, move quickly."
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"Alas!"
After Wan Xiaotian responded, he called his younger brother to move things. The Yan family's father and son did not dare to be idle and hurriedly stepped forward to help.
Chu Heng was drinking tea and smoking cigarettes leisurely as if nothing had happened.
More than ten minutes passed like this.
Soon all the boxes in the house were moved out and loaded on the cart he rode over.
"Master Chu!"
Wan Xiaotian walked in panting at this time and said: "Everything is packed, it's a bit heavy. How about I go back with you?"
"Use No, just go ahead and do whatever you want." How could Chu Heng agree? He had no intention of taking the things home. If he really asked this kid to go back with him, where would he put these things?
Hearing this, Wan Xiaotian accidentally guessed that Chu Heng wanted to send the things to a secret place that was inconvenient for outsiders to know, so he did not insist anymore. He and his younger brothers and the Yan family The father and son surrounded him and went out. Then they watched him pedaling away in the car with great effort, and then they dispersed.
After Chu Heng pedaled the heavy cart and came out of the alley where the Yan family was located, he walked cautiously for a while until he came to a dark corner, and then he quickly moved away with the cart. Entered the portable warehouse.
After coming in, he couldn't wait to look at the contents of the boxes.
He first selected one of the boxes on the top of the trolley, took it out and opened it. Inside were rolls of calligraphy and paintings neatly stacked, mostly from the Ming and Qing dynasties, including those by Wen Zhengming and others. Lang Shining's and Wang Ximeng's are both rare treasures. If they were left to future generations, others would be as happy as if they had one.
But after Chu Heng briefly looked through it, he closed the box without interest, put it in the warehouse in an area dedicated to storing calligraphy and paintings, and then continued to check the next one.
From time travel to now, he has seen too many good things, and his horizons have already been raised. These calligraphy and paintings can no longer cause him too much emotional fluctuations.
As time goes by, boxes one after another are opened, and then stored in categories by Chu Heng.
And from beginning to end, there was not an object in this box that caught his eye.
Just like this for a while.
Soon Chu Heng picked up a heavy small box from the car, which contained the gold bars collected by Wan Xiaotian, totaling more than eleven kilograms.
It sounds like a lot, but in fact it’s not much at all, not even as big as a brick.
“Crash!”
Chu Heng licked the golden gold bars in the box, and finally a smile appeared on his face. Then he happily carried the box to a large iron cabinet that was as tall as one person.
He opened the cabinet door casually, and inside there were stacks of gold bars of different sizes placed in grids, almost filling most of the cabinet. After counting, the number was five if not four hundred. A hundred pounds!
This has been collected through various channels and means since he time traveled. Judging from the current economic environment, he can be regarded as a rich man!
And this is just what he collected in just one year. As his younger brother rises in rank, the number of gold bars will definitely increase!
“This is hard currency!” Chu Heng looked at the gold bars in the cabinet obsessively, put the ones in the box in his hand in one by one, and then gently closed the door.
Many of his ambitions and assumptions for the future are pinned on this gold!