Zhao Gang looked at the room full of things, "Can we really select these?"
Zhao Gang couldn’t stop swallowing his saliva. If he was disappointed before, now he was as thrilled as he could be.
Li Jianjun saw the expression on Zhao Gang and his companions’ faces and laughed, "Yes, you can take your ti to choose."
"Anyway, you ca with a cattle cart."
Gong Ruini, coming to her senses after hearing Li Jianjun’s words, was a bit confused. Although they had arrived with a cattle cart, it didn’t an they were ready to collect waste like a recycling station.
"Uncle, do you an we can choose anything we want?" Zhao Gang didn’t even notice his mouth was already trembling as he spoke.
Li Jianjun nodded, "Of course, you know the rules."
Zhao Gang kept nodding; he surely knew the rules.
"There are so good books, with excellent calligraphy. You can let the children take them ho as copybooks. Every Chinese person should have good brushwriting skills."
As copybooks? Does that an they can transport so ancient texts? So ancient texts, even if not the works of masters, are at least preserved by skilled calligraphers; otherwise, how could they be passed down through the ages?
But how could this fellow be so generous? Gong Ruini suddenly felt uneasy; could it be that soone was setting them up for a fall?
She didn’t want them happily carrying things back only to be stopped halfway, where everything would be seized. Gong Ruini didn’t want to be humiliated.
Nor did she want their good days to end abruptly. If they could safely transport the items ho, it would be a matter of not admitting it even if caught; as long as they find sothing, it’s all good.
"Rest assured, I was once from the Red Flag Brigade, but I haven’t gone back in a long ti." Li Jianjun saw the tense expressions on Gong Ruini and the others’ faces.
Understanding their doubts, "Li Jian Country calls Uncle."
Li Jian Country is this elderly man’s nephew, Zhao Gang and Gong Tao obviously knew who Li Jian Country was; wasn’t he the village head of Red Flag Brigade?
"You’re Uncle Jianjun..." Zhao Gang rembered hearing Li Jian Country ntion such an uncle, who joined early to fight the Japanese, believed dead until post-liberation when it was revealed he was a war hero.
But shouldn’t such a person be taking it easy in the military district, and why is he here, Zhao Gang was puzzled.
"Hmm, call Uncle Li." Li Jianjun patted Zhao Gang’s shoulder, "Jian Country ntioned you to ; you’re a good person, helped the village a lot."
"You’re planning to take ti out to teach the village children, not bad." Li Jianjun, although not highly cultured, knew about the current chaotic denigration of knowledge.
However, having traveled everywhere with the troops, from Northeast to Southwest, he had seen much and knew literacy is always beneficial.
Now, there’s a young man willing to teach the village children, he naturally supports it, "I’m always here now, so co often if you have the ti."
"Here, on the fifteenth of every other month, they clear a batch of things before that you should co." Li Jianjun, seeing certain items being destroyed, felt various forms of reluctance.
But Li Jianjun had no way to hide these items, not that they can’t be taken from the recycling station, but unsure where to store them.
Li Jianjun’s current residence isn’t large, plus many visitors, if soone sees them, it would be a big hassle.
Since Li Jian Country visited during New Year and ntioned village matters, he had this thought. Although Li Jian Country was unsure how Zhao Gang would react, if he’d make a fuss, Li Jianjun wasn’t worried.
As long as Zhao Gang got involved, he’d have no way out.
eting Li Jianjun’s gaze, Zhao Gang and Gong Tao exchanged glances; although it was a bit risky, once successful, there’d be definite benefits.
Gong Tao gave it a thought. Since Li Jian Country was aware, there was no need to hide. Besides, it sounded like frequent visits were possible, so he nodded at Zhao Gang.
With his friend’s agreent, Zhao Gang promptly promised to take on the task. Of course, he didn’t forget to add so notes, "These things I buy are mine once I take them back."
Later on if these things appreciate and are sold, he didn’t want anyone suddenly popping up claiming a share. Though he could trust Li Jian Country to so extent, once money is involved, it’s never a good thing.
Zhao Gang didn’t want future disagreents over money turning sour, only just now realizing they were so focused on treasure hunting here that they forgot an important detail.
Previous collaborations involved pooled funds, making profit divisions straightforward, but with different proportions.
This ti, it’s tricky; for items not sold imdiately, kept as heirlooms, how should they be distributed? Zhao Gang and Gong Tao were easygoing, but Zhao Gang couldn’t guarantee large profits wouldn’t turn good conscience bad.
Even he couldn’t ensure it, let alone the younger ones below, "Gangzi, let’s individually purchase our items this ti."
Gong Tao had been contemplating this too, hadn’t thought about it earlier partly because he didn’t expect anything good here, but based on Uncle Li’s words, there seed to be valuable items.
If they managed to move treasures ho, Gong Tao felt there’d be no problem; he’d brought half of his family wealth, especially since prices weren’t steep anymore. How could he miss this opportunity?
With Zhao Gang’s proposal, Gong Tao enthusiastically agreed, "Alright, let’s get started."
Though Li Jianjun said this spot was his domain, aning helping hands were present before dealing, it required prior notice. Yet until the items were in his possession, or rather, in his warehouse, Gong Tao couldn’t relax.
Zhao Gang was also poised, ready to make the most of the purchasing opportunity. Although Li Jianjun indicated future visits were possible, if good things were available each ti, why miss them? "Good."
So people already delayed his profits, so he couldn’t afford to miss potentially lucrative opportunities for future generations.
Regarding how this era would improve, Zhao Gang was unsure, but he doubted it wouldn’t be corrected before his last breath. Even if he didn’t see it, wouldn’t his sons and grandsons?
To state sothing rather irreverent, the longer the chaos lasted, the more was destroyed, and what survived would be even more valuable. These things were better than money; upper echelons might shift, paper money devalues, but these items gain worth.
Zhao Gang was concerned Gong Tao would be too focused on saving money, missing future potentials, so as they were about to part, he grabbed Gong Tao, "Don’t hold back, seize good items when you see them."
With a wry smile, Gong Tao wished to say he didn’t have the look of a miser, but his friend ant well. He nodded to show he understood.
User Comments
0 comments from readers