Chapter 28: Radio Ticket

Until half an hour later, the cupboard, the eight-immortal table, and even the television cabinet in Shazhu's home had all been taken away; fortunately, there was no television in Shazhu's home, otherwise it would have been heartbreaking.

Moreover, the total price of these items far exceeded 20 yuan; even if one spent 30 yuan, they couldn't buy these things, but since he was in a hurry for money now, he could only let Zhao Gangzi have them cheap.

"Brother Gangzi, if I have money in the future, can I redeem these pieces of furniture of mine?" Shazhu asked, unwilling to give up.

"What kind of talk is this? Do you take me for someone running a pawnshop?"

"Let me tell you, I'm buying your family's furniture to help you! Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to scrape together these 20 yuan and would even lose your job!"

Zhao Gangzi glanced at Shazhu.

Afterwards, right in front of Shazhu, he even took away the small square box made of golden nanmu wood that was on Shazhu's bedside table.

By the time Zhao Gangzi and Third Uncle left, Shazhu's home was already empty; almost all the large objects that could be seen had been taken away.

Only a rack for holding basins and the large bed in the house were left for him, and not even the broken pot on the stove had been spared.

"Robber! Simply a robber!"

"F*** you, Zhao Gangzi, don't you ever let me, He Yuzhu, get rich, otherwise you'll definitely have no good fruit to eat!"

Shazhu clutched the 20 yuan tightly in his hand; fortunately, it was enough to pay the fine in full.

Although the fine was paid, his salary for this month had been deducted completely; it was also fortunate that he hadn't lost his job as a cook, and he could still steal a bite to eat while cooking, so he wouldn't starve to death this month.

"This time I've really made a killing. With so much furniture, when I find a way to get a television later, that will be the start of a good life," Zhao Gangzi said, beaming with joy as he looked at the furniture in his home.

The room, which was originally bare, was now filled by this furniture, and since the side room in the Back Courtyard was small to begin with, placing these large pieces of furniture here made the room appear even more crowded.

The most valuable item among them was that golden nanmu wooden box.

Shazhu didn't know its value and used this good item to hold peanuts, not knowing that this one small wooden box was worth more than all the furniture in his house combined.

Moreover, this thing looked like it had some age to it, and with quite a bit of grime on the surface, someone without a discerning eye really wouldn't be able to recognize it.

Zhao Gangzi cleaned the box for a while before putting it aside, still feeling unsatisfied, and then brought up the System Panel that he hadn't taken out for a long time.

Looking at the Hatred Value points displayed on the System Panel, his jaw almost dropped in shock, "Holy cow, it's almost one hundred thousand points! Am I really that hateful?"

A total of over ninety thousand Hatred Value points!

If he exchanged it all for cash, that would be over 900 yuan! Plus the savings at home, he was at least a "thousand-yuan household"!

In this aspect alone, he definitely surpassed over seventy percent of the people in Sijiucheng!

"System, I want to upgrade my skills!"

Zhao Gangzi said excitedly.

Subsequently, the system popped up a list of skill points.

Strength Skill, Level 1.

Fitter Technology, Level 3.

Agility Skill, Level 1.

…………

All kinds of fancy skills appeared before his eyes.

Looking at the massive amount of Hatred Value displayed on the System Panel, Zhao Gangzi didn't hesitate at all and activated almost all the skills; just upgrading them to Level 2 cost nearly thirty thousand Hatred Value points.

And upgrading from Level 3 Fitter Technology to Level 4 Fitter Technology required a full ten thousand Hatred Value points; Zhao Gangzi gritted his teeth and upgraded it directly.

"Whew,"

Zhao Gangzi took a deep breath; he could already feel that his whole body was different—this was a brand-new experience.

The power that could be unleashed by a Level 1 Strength Skill was still within the range of a normal person, with the impact force of a single punch being around 100 kilograms.

And a Level 2 Strength Skill could unleash 200 kilograms of force!

Killing a wild dog with one punch was absolutely no problem!

Even for martial arts practitioners who had trained since childhood, the power they could unleash was nothing more than this, yet Zhao Gangzi had reached this level very easily!

Not counting the Strength Skill, the other Agility Skills and Aiming Skills were not to be underestimated; it could be said that ten people couldn't get close to Zhao Gangzi now!

And in his future work, this advantage was fully brought into play.

For machines that took three or four other people to lift, Zhao Gangzi would shoulder one by himself and walk away; with this kind of strength, who knows how many female workers had stars in their eyes.

Almost every day, there were female workers coming to find Zhao Gangzi.

But unfortunately, none of them had any beauty; for someone like Zhao Gangzi who came from the modern era, they had no attraction at all, but were instead a group of "muscle Barbies" that one could find in a biology textbook.

By comparison, Zhao Gangzi actually had quite a good impression of Yu Haitang from the broadcasting room.

She was pretty, had a good figure, and a nice voice; more importantly, unlike those animals in the Siheyuan, she still maintained a kind and pure heart.

"Gangzi, why are you spacing out again? I see your technique is almost at the level of a Level 4 Fitter master, right? How are you so amazing? Did your dad really leave you some secret manual?"

Just as Zhao Gangzi was daydreaming, Liu Huaiyi, a Level 3 Fitter from the same Workshop, walked over with a smile and patted Zhao Gangzi on the shoulder.

"Bullshit, I can only say I'm naturally gifted," Zhao Gangzi said with a laugh, then pulled a pack of Iron Eagle cigarettes from his pocket and asked, "Huaiyi, want one? This stuff is quite precious."

"I don't dare to smoke; if the higher-ups see it and deduct my salary again, I'm scared."

"Coward, you're a bachelor too, what are you afraid of!"

Seeing that everyone in the Workshop had gone to eat, Zhao Gangzi lit one up without any hesitation; seeing this, Liu Huaiyi felt his throat itching, and in the end, he asked for one and smoked it with great pleasure.

Last time, Liu Huaiyi had snuck a smoke in the Workshop and was caught by the director who happened to be inspecting, resulting in a deduction of five mao; he hadn't smoked since, but this time he had finally broken his abstinence.

The two of them were puffing away in the corner, and in the end, Liu Huaiyi couldn't hold back anymore; he fumbled in his pocket for a long time and finally pulled out a slip of paper. Zhao Gangzi saw clearly that it was a Radio Ticket.

"Yo, you kid are something! The 'four big items' in Sijiucheng are very precious right now; are you getting this ticket to go on a blind date?" Zhao Gangzi teased.

"Nonsense, I don't have the fortune to enjoy this ticket; to tell you the truth, this ticket is for you."

"Don't, I can't accept such a big gift."

Zhao Gangzi hurriedly refused.

Although the two of them had a good relationship, it hadn't reached the point of giving such precious things; just this small ticket, even if taken to the black market to sell, could fetch ten or twenty yuan.

He didn't know where this kid had dug it up; it was worth more than half a month of his salary.

"Heh heh, I'm definitely not giving it to you for free. I don't dare go to the black market, so how about 20 yuan? It just so happens your family is missing a radio," Liu Huaiyi said with a suppressed, mischievous grin, waving the Radio Ticket back and forth in front of Zhao Gangzi.

"Ten yuan, not a cent more!"

Although Zhao Gangzi was excited inside, he still feigned indifference on the surface; this brat actually dared to ask him for 20 yuan, when that price would be considered high even on the black market.

The going rate was only fifteen or sixteen yuan, and he hadn't expected this brat Liu Huaiyi to try and fleece him.

"No way, eighteen, or I'm selling it to someone else," Liu Huaiyi said with a look of reluctance.

"Go ahead and sell it to someone else then."

Zhao Gangzi didn't stand on ceremony either; he stood up from the corner of the wall and prepared to leave. This tactic was called playing hard to get, and sure enough, he hadn't even walked two steps before he was called back.

"Damn it, who told us to be such good friends? 12 yuan and it's yours!"

"Ten yuan."

"Fine, fine, ten yuan it is, hurry up and give me the money."

In the end, Liu Huaiyi still gave in.

He handed the Radio Ticket to Zhao Gangzi for the price of ten yuan.