Chapter 233

Believe that the general public of future generations also don't know; what everyone knows is that lyric 'The sky-blue waits for the drizzle, while I wait for you.'

Old Li was originally admiring the porcelain, but hearing Ye Cheng say that line 'The sky-blue waits for the drizzle' he froze instantly, standing there speechless.

Everyone looked at Old Li in puzzlement, not daring to disturb him, fearing that Old Li had thought of something.

After a while, Old Li slowly nodded, looking at Ye Cheng, 'Well said, well said, The sky-blue waits for the drizzle—this sentence perfectly summarizes the characteristics of Ru ware, very good, very good.'

'After the rain, the sky turns blue where the clouds break; made in this way, the sky-blue that Emperor Huizong of Song once dreamed of was finally fired by the craftsmen of Ru Prefecture.'

'Little Ye, this batch is Ru ware, you say, isn't it precious?'

Listening to Old Li's lengthy explanation, after he talked for a while, this is Ru ware.

No wonder it's so blue.

Seeing Old Li's appearance, it was as if he had found a kindred spirit, pulling Ye Cheng along and explaining enthusiastically.

Ye Cheng could only follow helplessly, listening until his head ached, it was too professional.

After finally waiting for Old Li to finish speaking, Ye Cheng quickly interjected, 'Old Li, this thing is beautiful, but look, it's not early anymore—shouldn't we settle the wages?'

Hearing Ye Cheng ask for money, Old Li gave him a constipated look, saying, 'I'm talking art and history with you, and you're talking money with me.'

Vulgar!

Really vulgar!

'Fine, as we agreed earlier, the inspection team puts up 20,000, I personally contribute 10,000, totaling 30,000, and I've already prepared it.' Old Li pulled out two envelopes from behind his bag, one thicker, one thinner.

Seeing the money, Ye Cheng immediately beamed, took it, then turned to look at Xiao Hu and patted the envelope in his hand.

'Xiao Hu, where's yours?'

Originally Xiao Hu had said that if they struck it rich, they would also contribute 20,000.

Xiao Hu looked at Ye Cheng speechlessly.

'With our relationship, talking about money hurts feelings, doesn't it?'

Holy shit!

Ye Cheng was dumbfounded; if that line came from Zhao Zhiming's mouth, it wouldn't be surprising at all.

But coming from someone like Xiao Hu, it's just like Tang Lao San saying he'd stay in the Daughter Kingdom.

'No, Xiao Hu, how did you learn to be bad? You can even say such things.'

Xiao Hu pursed his lips, 'Those who associate with ink become black.'

Ye Cheng had a black line across his face, 'It's my fault.'

'Give the money, stop arguing about other things—feelings aren't as important as money.' Ye Cheng reached straight into Xiao Hu's bag to pull it out, as usual it should be inside.

And indeed he pulled out an envelope, a thick stack, 20,000.

'Come, Xiao Hu, let's thank the two bosses.'

Ye Cheng pulled Xiao Hu over, and together they bowed to Old Li and Xiao Hu, shouting, 'Thanks to the two bosses! Wishing the bosses prosperity year after year, day after day!'

Old Li initially listened with gusto, especially the phrase 'Year after year we have today, age after age we have this morning,' which made him chuckle; it's a birthday blessing, a good phrase.

This little Ye is still not bad; just now he could say 'The sky-blue waits for the drizzle,' and although the phrase 'Year after year we have today, age after age we have this morning' isn't appropriate, it's festive.

Old Li couldn't help but clap, while Xiao Hu beside him helplessly leaned his head over and whispered in the old man's ear,

'Old Li, he means we should give him money to spend every day.'

The old man's expression froze instantly, and he stared blankly.

How can someone be so shameless.

After collecting the money, Ye Cheng wanted to leave, but just then the guy who had been silent all along, an idiot, finally spoke.

'Wait!' Section Chief Zhao came out with an air of authority, hands behind his back.

Ye Cheng looked at him and teased, 'Leader, do you have any more instructions? Are you going to give a summary speech?'

Section Chief Zhao's face darkened, and he scolded, 'Is there any discipline left?'

'Fine then, Leader, please speak.' Ye Cheng's attitude was good; having earned 50,000, a better attitude is better.

'You.' Section Chief Zhao pointed at Xiao Hu, 'What's in your bag? Open it and let us see.'

Section Chief Zhao was referring to the bag in Xiao Hu's hand, which was just a bag holding some clothes and such.

But now their meaning is clearly not that simple; they suspect him of stealing.

Ye Cheng's face sank, he stepped forward and confronted him bluntly, 'What do you mean?'

He was already taller than Section Chief Zhao, and stepping up to him immediately created a top-down pressure, making the atmosphere tense instantly.

Seeing the situation was wrong, Old Li and Xiao Hu quickly stepped forward to pull them apart,

'Section Chief Zhao, what do you mean? Xiao Ye helped us find the thing, why are you suspecting him?' Old Li angrily gave Section Chief Zhao a dressing-down, noting they weren't in the same promotion track, so he didn't fear the official's authority.

He wasn't afraid of Section Chief Zhao, and Section Chief Zhao wasn't very afraid of him either, snorting coldly and retorting,

'Old Li, they both went underwater, we didn't go down—who knows if they hid something privately, acting all mysterious; what's wrong with us requesting an inspection?'

'What if they stole one?'

'Or are you, Old Li, covering for them?'

These words left Old Li with no room to rebut; indeed, nobody knows what happened underwater.

Upon hearing that, Ye Cheng exclaimed, 'Fuck!'

What the dead fat guy said actually made some sense; if I just left now, someone might really think I took something.

He didn't wait for Old Li to speak further, glanced at Xiao Hu, then dumped everything from the bag onto the ground with a clatter.

Cigarettes, lighter, cola, two pairs of spare underwear, a towel, and a coconut snail.

'Well, Leader, take a look—this coconut snail really is something I brought up from underwater; as a fisherman, isn't it legal for me to have a sea snail to eat, or are you going to confiscate it?'

Section Chief Zhao glanced twice, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smug face, 'I'm just following procedure; since there's nothing, forget it—this sea snail is yours to eat.'

Having said that, Section Chief Zhao turned and walked back inside.

While walking, Director Zhao gave himself a thumbs-up for his performance just now.

Hehe, with this, when he gets back he can write his achievements in the report.

Only he insists on principles and also sees the safety procedures through; he is a cadre who upholds principles and procedures; he is a cadre who can cover the bases.

After figuring things out, Ye Cheng and the others didn't linger; they held the big sea turtle and got off the boat at the dock.

This sea turtle isn't anything rare; the people on the dock glanced at it twice and then lost interest.

As for marine creatures, it's best to return them to the ocean.

Originally Ye Cheng had wanted to just toss it back into the sea, but while dealing with the barnacles he gave this creature a wound, so he could only first take it back, keep it for two days, and release it after the wound healed.