Chapter 716: Peking Opera

Xiao Yuanhua looked at Yang Fengshan with his eyes hanging, full of suspicion.

A leader in charge who can't figure out what the people below are thinking is a very serious problem.

Especially since these two people were mentioned by Yang Fengshan, pointing out that they were middle-level cadres in the factory with outstanding ability, and their stance was not leaning toward him.

Can't even understand the truth of knowing yourself and the enemy, and winning every battle?

Yang Fengshan wasn't a novice, so how could he not know this truth? He also read the Great Leader's expression.

Precisely because he knew this truth and also knew the leader's meaning, his face was full of confusion and bitterness now.

He also had a hard time positioning the political inclinations of Dong Wenxue and Li Xuewu because the thoughts of these two people themselves were different from his, and also different from Li Huai De's.

Even in his view, the thoughts of these two people were different.

In the Steel Rolling Mill, or in any unit, the people below will always inevitably show consistency with their superiors in work and thought, at least not deviating much.

Endless political study meetings, endless document study books, endless speech spirit drafts, any other ideas have been corrected for you.

But Li Xuewu and Dong Wenxue are different. These two people are like anomalies in a group of little ducks, always liking to find the direction with grass and not listening to your orders on where to go.

To be more specific, Dong Wenxue pays more attention to political relations in the traditional sense, a typical academy background, academy cultivation, and academy thought.

In doing things, he will have personal understanding and thinking, focusing on analyzing and solving problems from the structure and system.

But in handling business and ideological contradictions, Dong Wenxue can dare to face choices and dare to break through the shackles of thought to strive for the goal.

This is a typical conservative personality, contradictionism.

Compared to Dong Wenxue, Li Xuewu is more prominent.

Most people get along well with Li Xuewu, are willing to listen to Li Xuewu's opinions, and even have Li Xuewu's shadow in their actions.

But if you ask them to say that Li Xuewu influenced them in thought, these people might not have reacted yet.

Middle-level cadres can't think of it, but Yang Fengshan can see it and think of it. Li Xuewu is a typical pragmatist.

This person's personality characteristics and way of doing things are too prominent, too utilitarian, straight to the point, and the means are unusually firm and mature.

Yang Fengshan told Xiao Yuanhua about his understanding of Dong Wenxue and Li Xuewu and their ideological states, and also expressed his hesitation and contradiction.

Yang Fengshan's hesitation is that he doesn't know how to handle this group, or this series of Steel Rolling Mill personnel linked by Li Xuewu.

This is not a matter of two or three people. Li Xuewu doesn't just represent himself anymore.

Behind Dong Wenxue is the Steel Mill faction, and behind Li Xuewu is the Security Department faction.

Now Li Xuewu's surroundings have increased the influence of departments such as the Production Management Department, Technical Department, and Dispatch Department.

This doesn't count Li Huai De's influence and Gu Weijie's influence. Yang Fengshan knows the natural relationship between Li Xuewu, Dong Wenxue, and Gu Weijie, and doesn't doubt Gu Weijie's stance on matters related to Li Xuewu and Dong Wenxue.

This time pushing Li Xuewu into the Party Committee and pushing Dong Wenxue into the team was Gu Weijie's persistent insistence.

Xiao Yuanhua nodded, understood the meaning in Yang Fengshan's words, and thought seriously for a long while.

When Yang Fengshan was thinking, Yang Fengshan was also re-sorting out the relationships in the Steel Rolling Mill. Thinking of so many relationships and forces, he could only describe it as tangled and complicated.

Xiao Yuanhua thought the same, but he didn't have the sorrow like Yang Fengshan. This didn't count as any difficulty in his life.

"You are also confused by being in the situation~"

Xiao Yuanhua picked up his teacup and pointed at Yang Fengshan, then said, "Such people can be used boldly, including this Dong Wenxue and Li Xuewu, don't be afraid of problems."

After saying this, he took a sip of hot tea, full of confidence and relaxation, which made Yang Fengshan's eyes flow, waiting for the Great Leader to give him pointers.

"The reason I tell you to use them boldly is because they are more resilient and conservative than you think."

Xiao Yuanhua put down the teacup in his hand and continued, "You are afraid they will have problems, but they are even more afraid you will have problems. They themselves will absolutely not have problems."

"You have confused me."

Yang Fengshan leaned forward slightly, looked at Xiao Yuanhua and asked, "I don't understand your meaning. How should these people be used? Why won't they have problems?"

"Because they know what they want."

Xiao Yuanhua leaned on the sofa, his eyebrows drooping, his head slightly raised, and said, "In the position of factory director, if you can't do it, you can change to another unit to continue being a factory director, but they can't."

Speaking, Xiao Yuanhua shook his head slightly and said, "They are all still very young, and their foundation is very weak. Only by standing in the Steel Rolling Mill and making achievements can they not think about a way out when they reach your position."

These words made Yang Fengshan's heart palpitate. Was the Great Leader talking about Li Xuewu and the others, or was he pointing at him?

Xiao Yuanhua didn't care about Yang Fengshan's expression change, but continued, "They won't let the Steel Rolling Mill go astray, let alone do things that damage the interests of the Steel Rolling Mill. Whoever moves the foundation of the Steel Rolling Mill is moving their foundation."

After talking about Li Xuewu and the others, Xiao Yuanhua signaled to Yang Fengshan's side and said, "If someone wants to toss, let him be, let him make trouble. If the bird doesn't stick its head out, how can you set up a gun to hit it?"

"Of course, you have to have achievements."

Xiao Yuanhua looked at Yang Fengshan and said, "The way of employing people is a science, a great science. Daring to promote cadres and appoint cadres is much easier than restricting someone."

"Especially these influential cadres you mentioned."

Xiao Yuanhua finally pointed at Yang Fengshan. After finishing the lecture, he also felt it was meaningless. This kind of struggle is endless and will always exist within the organization.

Today Yang Fengshan won with his help, but how long can he help him?

If you can't control the situation yourself, you will have to face reality sooner or later.

"The current situation is very severe. I won't say too much about my situation."

Xiao Yuanhua sighed, nodded helplessly, and said, "I might go to the south in a few days. You have to think about these things yourself, do them, and think about them."

"How can it be like this..."

Yang Fengshan appropriately expressed a surprised expression, but it caused Xiao Yuanhua to smile helplessly, and at the same time waved his hand, not letting him continue.

Save people and lose land, people and land are both saved; save land and lose people, people and land are both lost.

Actually, before reporting to Li Xuewu, Lao Biaozi had already held a meeting for the boys at the recycling station.

It was mainly Shen Guodong. There were two cars in the courtyard. Originally, Lao Biaozi could handle it by driving alone.

But now there are more and more businesses, and Lao Biaozi is a bit overwhelmed.

Especially the business of the two division courtyards and two prisons, as well as related businesses such as mountains, supply and marketing cooperatives, and steel rolling mills, if he is too busy, he has to shake people.

Learning to drive was the first task Lao Biaozi arranged for Shen Guodong and others.

In the future, the big truck of the recycling station will be managed by Shen Guodong, mainly for transportation problems, including furniture, vegetables, books, paper, and other goods. Lao Biaozi wants to be promoted to the management level. He only drives the GAZ-69 or simply rides a bicycle to contact business.

Shen Guodong not only has to manage transportation but also has to manage account statistics and registration, assisting Grandpa and Second Uncle to do a good job of daily account verification and reporting accounts to the club.

It's not just Shen Guodong who is learning to drive. Erhai and the boys who are old enough all go to learn. Li Xuewu asked Lao Biaozi to contact the Steel Rolling Mill driver class himself.

They are all affiliated units. Whether it is the training ground or inside the Steel Rolling Mill, they can learn to drive.

Lao Biaozi was afraid that too many people would be conspicuous, so he arranged for them to learn in batches, at different times, and in different places, and they must learn, learn well. If they couldn't learn, he would beat them.

However, no one was arranged to learn to drive on Sunday. After all, this time is the day most people in the city rest, and it is also the day the recycling station has the most business. He is willing, but Shen Guodong is not.

Maybe because they learned to drive, these boys looked at the big truck greedily when they left, which made Lao Biaozi scold them a few times and drive them away.

Loading the truck with the help of the big guys was also very fast. When Lao Biaozi drove away, he also greeted Li Xuewu to eat together in the evening.

Li Xuewu just smiled and didn't really agree. Now his time isn't up to him.

The Sunday dinner party is becoming more and more valued with the urgency of the situation. Organizers like Li Xuewu are even more focused on by everyone, and are also the focus of the dinner party.

Everyone is very busy, maybe they only have this one night to sit together and talk.

Maybe some people won't say much, maybe some people only say their own, and maybe they will say one or two prominent words when exchanging opinions with others, cautious and open.

It's like a harbor of the soul, anchoring for a night, resting and relaxing. Tomorrow is Monday, and they have to accept internal and external tests again.

Speaking of the urgency of the situation, Li Xuewu felt it when he went out, because the wooden sign at the entrance of the recycling station worked.

Those things that were treated as treasures before have now become the root of disaster. Watching people pretend to be determined, but actually gritting their teeth and holding antiques, calligraphy, and paintings to "sell junk."

When familiar people met at the entrance of the recycling station, they compared their loyalty to each other, determined to draw a clear line with these dregs of the old era.

Li Xuewu couldn't stand the expression of them gritting their teeth to sell treasures, so he drove to the club.

And on the side of the recycling station, Second Uncle's craftsmanship was finally about to open.

I've been here for over half a year, and counting the lucky finds, the overlooked treasures, and what I've picked out from the piles of junk collected, there hasn't even been one or two pieces in total.

After all, no one's life is easy at this time, and the junk sold is carefully selected, but anything useful is kept.

What?

A big porcelain vase from the Kangxi period?

Useful! Pickling salted vegetables!

At this time, there are many such people, holding treasures and living a poor life.

Antique bowls are used as cat food bowls, and antique jars are used as salted vegetable jars, which later became cheap for those peddlers, and also became a trick for these peddlers to fool second-hand peddlers.

So Second Uncle couldn't pick out antiques from the junk pile, which doesn't mean his eye for antiques is bad, but that there is really no dry goods in this junk pile except for some useful books.

Starting last month, in the alleys around here, and even in the entire Four Nine City, some peddlers carrying bags began to secretly collect antiques.

After all, the situation has changed, and these things are becoming less valuable day by day.

Especially after entering July, these things are not only worthless but also become the root of disaster. Many people have been defined as a frustrating component because of these things.

Seeing these peddlers collecting happily, Second Uncle had long been itching, and because those peddlers used the sign here to make a fuss and scare those people, Second Uncle had endured it for a long time.

Hey, good food is not afraid of being late, good women are not afraid of not being married.

Since entering July, people holding "junk" have come to the door one after another to show their loyalty to the recycling station.

Today is Sunday, and there are more little cubs running around on the street. The old ladies originally planned to go to the street, but hearing that it was very chaotic, they all gave up this idea.

And the objects of these little cubs' chaos might be those who hide good things at home, so these people see that the situation is bad, and each of them wishes to beat drums and gongs to sell junk to the recycling station.

Second Uncle stood behind the counter, and the room was blocked by many such customers.

Seeing that many people came here, Yu Li called Di Liya to watch the furniture business, and she and Wang Yamei came to this room to help Second Uncle.

"Are you the shopkeeper?"

The person who came held a bottle in his hand, glanced at Second Uncle Ye behind the counter, asked a question, and then placed the bottle in his hand on the counter.

Don't look at the many people in the room, but there are not many who are really willing to sell, and they are all watching here.

Everyone knows whether the "junk" in their hands is valuable or not, and they are all pressed by the wooden sign at the door.

Seeing someone make a move at this moment, and it was toward the old guy in the counter, everyone watched the fun.

Chen Xiaoyan's business was also blocked and couldn't be done, so she could only stand aside and watch. These people selling junk didn't go to her.

Because at first glance, this little girl didn't look like someone who knew the business.

They came to sell junk, but they were reluctant. They couldn't really sell these good things as junk, at least they didn't want to in their hearts.

Seeing that this person was still reserved, Second Uncle smiled and replied, "What year is it, there is no such thing as a shopkeeper."

He didn't look at the porcelain bottle first. After saying this, he signaled to himself and smiled at this person, "I am a person buried in the neck, just like the things in your hands, belonging to the things of the old era, so I dare not shout indiscriminately."

This sentence completely cooled the mood of the people in the room and completely sobered them up.

Yes, what did they come for? Isn't it to abandon the car to save the handsome? What are they pretending for!

Second Uncle just said this sentence, pointed at the person opposite the counter, and also reminded the people in the room.

Then he put his sight on the porcelain bottle on the counter. Just one glance, Second Uncle knew it was a treasure.

"Yo, it's really a good thing."

Second Uncle Ye smiled and shook his head, signaled a gesture to the person opposite the counter, and seeing the other party nod, he picked up the porcelain bottle and examined it.

"Flared mouth, slender neck, drooping belly, ring foot..."

He muttered the style and identification direction of this bottle in his mouth, but his eyes were not enough to see.

Jingdezhen kiln blue and white mandarin duck playing in the water Yuhuchun bottle, the inner mouth edge is painted with Ruyi cloud head patterns, the neck is intertwined flower patterns, the neck and belly are decorated with a week of geometric patterns, the belly theme decoration depicts two mandarin ducks swimming in the lotus pond, below which are painted scroll grass patterns, the neck is painted with deformed lotus petals, and the foot wall is overlapping covered lotus.

Painted with domestic blue material, the blue and white tone is elegant, the tire quality is fine and white, the glaze color is fine and moist, white with green, the craftsmanship is exquisite, it is a genuine Yuan blue and white.

"Do you think it's still good?"

Following Second Uncle Ye's identification, the owner of this porcelain bottle also improved slightly from the state of just being hit, and there was a proud look on his face.

Those who play with collections are all like this, loving these things into their bones, loving them more than their own sons.

Seeing someone praise their treasures, they are all happy.

Second Uncle Ye smiled and nodded, "It's really a good thing, are you willing to part with it?"

Ouch~

The person opposite the counter looked at the person in the counter saying the thing was a treasure and felt beautiful, but the next sentence pierced his heart.

Yes, what can a treasure do? If you don't save your life, it's gone.

"Sigh~"

This person sighed deeply, nodded helplessly at Second Uncle Ye, and said, "Don't say it, give me a price."

Second Uncle Ye also nodded with deep feeling, and there was no smile on his face.

People are sad, if you still smile, isn't that looking for bad luck?

"This porcelain bottle of yours is not big, I'll weigh it for you."

Speaking, Second Uncle placed this porcelain bottle on the scale on the side of the counter, adjusted the weights in his hand twice, raised his head and said to the stunned person, "Less than two jin seven liang, I'll count it for you as a whole, one mao three fen five."

"What?!"

That person was surprised enough to see Second Uncle Ye look at the porcelain bottle and not estimate the price, but turn to place it on the scale to measure the weight, and then almost bit his tongue when he saw Second Uncle Ye really collect it by weight.

"This... this is Yuan blue and white!"

Seeing such a collection method, everyone in the room widened their eyes and discussed.

Second Uncle Ye didn't care about his heartache, helplessly put the porcelain bottle back on the counter, pushed it toward the other party lightly, and said, "Please forgive me, we are a waste recycling station here, and can only collect at this price."

After saying this, he signaled outside and said, "The thing is a good thing, and I also feel heartache for you, but we are a public unit here. Or you can find other connections to sell it for a good price."

Just this sentence, one action, stunned everyone in the room, including the owner of the porcelain bottle.

Yes, they are also working, and this is really a waste recycling station, and there is a sign at the door.

If you say it is collected at this price, who can say anything!

Furthermore, since they came, they had psychological preparations themselves, just looking at the treasures in their hands and couldn't pass this hurdle in their hearts.

Look at the broken porcelain pile piled at the door, there have really been many such things collected recently.

People also said it was a good thing, affirmed the value of the treasure in his hand, and also advised him to sell it elsewhere. They have done their best, how can he get angry.

But where can he sell it? At this time, the peddlers on the street don't collect it early, and the peddlers don't know what to do with the things in their hands.

Do they know how to pick up cheap things?

Hey, this wealth from the sky is about to become a disaster.

The peddler's channel can't be taken, and the public collection carries a root. Who dares to sell it?

If you are defined as that component later, who can stand it.

"Forget it, forget it, forget it! I sell!"

The person outside the counter gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, waved his hand not to look at the bottle on the counter, covered his heart and said this sentence.

Second Uncle Ye collected the porcelain bottle again, handed it to Yu Li who was waiting aside, and gave her a wink at the same time.

Yu Li took over the porcelain bottle, nodded to Second Uncle, and went to the backyard.

Here Second Uncle Ye searched for hair notes and coins from the money box, and everyone in the room was watching here and discussing, when suddenly a crisp sound came from the backyard.

"Clatter!"

This sound hit the hearts of the people in the room directly, and also hit the waist of the seller. Watching him hurt, he couldn't do it.

Just look at the broken porcelain pile under the sign when entering the door, and you know what happened to the Yuan blue and white bottle.

The seller grinned and widened his eyes, almost having a heart attack.

Look at the one mao three fen money Second Uncle Ye found for him and a receipt, his tears almost came down.

That is Yuan blue and white, which could be exchanged for a big house in Four Nine City and could also get four maids if it were earlier.

But now there is only one mao three fen, and there is not even a five-li money change.

"Comrade, what do you need for the remaining five li?"

Second Uncle Ye signaled to the cargo cabinet behind him and said, "Cigarettes, fireworks, and sugar balls."

The seller's heart was cold, where was there any mood to choose things? He looked straight at Second Uncle Ye, as if looking at a murderer who killed his son.

Seeing the other party not speaking, Chen Xiaoyan raised her eyebrows and said, "Comrade, we have marinated goods made this morning here, do you want some?"

The seller was about to die when he heard Chen Xiaoyan's words. I am like this, Yuan blue and white exchanged for one mao three, and now you don't intend to let me take this one mao three away!

Second Uncle Ye also looked at Chen Xiaoyan with a grin. This child is so good at sprinkling salt.

"Good!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

This seller wiped his face, pushed the money on the counter in front of Chen Xiaoyan, and said heroically, "Exchange it all for marinated goods, I want to drink!"

After saying this sentence, he arched his hands at the familiar people behind him and said, "Today is the day I break and stand. From now on, I will draw a clear line with this old society, and I should drink a pot!"

"Good!"

Everyone in the room and those watching the fun outside gave this person a shout, but I don't know if they were cheering for this person or for themselves.

Chen Xiaoyan took the money, cut the marinated goods skillfully, wrapped them in oil paper, tied them with hemp rope, and handed them to that person with both hands.

The seller took it, grinned, laughed hard, tears in his eyes, and walked out of the gate with big strides, as if what he was holding wasn't marinated goods and receipts, but a death-free gold medal.

With the first one, there is the second and third one.

"Look, Western Zhou celadon four-series lei."

"Hmm, the same price as last week, less than two jin, I'll count it as one mao."

"Hiss... I sell!"

"Look at this piece, Western Han painted shop-head Boshan cover pottery pot."

"Hmm, it's really rare, quite heavy, hmm, four jin and a half, I'll count it as two mao three fen."

"Hiss... you... you... forget it, exchange it for marinated goods, I also want to drink!"

"Come~ come~ let me through, this piece is big! Han human-shaped foot double-ear wash."

"Whoa! Bronze ware, twenty-six jin and a half, one yuan one mao."

"Yu Li! Put this broken thing further away, too obstructive~"

Watching their treasures being sent to the backyard, these people either sighed or wiped their faces, all with a sad expression.

And the money exchanged later was either used to buy marinated goods or exchanged for matches, cigarettes, and other items.

Carrying these things out of the gate, looking at each other, they all felt ridiculous.

Treasures and fakes are the same price, blue and white porcelain is not as valuable as bronze ware, everything is sold by weight, and the money sold is not enough for a meal.

Thinking about the things they have treasured for so many years, the things their ancestors cherished, they have all become a joke in their hands.

And in the eyes of the onlookers, aren't they also a joke?

Bronze ware, ceramic ware, Buddha statues, jade ware, gold and silver ware, coins, calligraphy, painting, embroidery, cultural play...

Second Uncle is skillful and sharp-eyed, and can basically determine whether things are good or bad as soon as they are in hand.

But it doesn't matter if it's good or bad, as long as it's a thing, he collects it. The price has been suppressed to the lowest, love to sell or not.

Yu Li and Second Uncle also cooperated tacitly. Good things were sent directly to the warehouse. When they came out, they picked up a broken porcelain prepared by Lao Biaozi and smashed it. Later, they didn't smash it when they were busy, there was no time.

Those with fakes were also kept. Second Uncle had long prepared a warehouse to store them. Li Xuewu had long said that these fakes also had value. He thought Li Xuewu might have some bad ideas again.

There are people coming to sell things on weekdays, just not as many as today, and it looks like there is a trend of more and more.

Maybe it's because there are many people here, lively, ten pass to ten, ten pass to a hundred, everyone knows that this side recycles old objects and also issues receipt certificates.

What does that receipt certificate mean?

It means giving you a certificate, letting people know that you have separated from the things of the old society and sent those dregs into the trash can.

In the morning, there were not only those selling things in their own homes, but the peddler who came last time, that old man, also came here to turn around.

Second Uncle Ye saw him, didn't speak, and left after staying for a while.

Later, several groups of people came to inquire about the situation. Seeing that the recycling station was really recycling as waste, these people also left without saying anything.

When it was noon and there were fewer people, the recycling station welcomed a big family.

More than a dozen bicycles, more than twenty young people, all carrying some things more or less in their hands.

Seeing the dress of these little young people in the room, and then looking at the red cloth on their sleeves, everyone stood aside and gave them the position to enter the room.

And Second Uncle Ye, who was standing behind the counter, raised his eyebrows and greeted with a smile, "Comrade, is there any waste to sell?"

The leading little young man held an arm strength device in his hand, looked at Second Uncle Ye, looked around the people in the room, licked his lips, raised his head slightly, and asked, "Collecting waste?"

"Yes."

Second Uncle Ye also knew that these little cubs were not easy to mess with, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, but also showed politeness.

"We are a public unit here, only collecting waste. There will also be sales after old goods are repaired, but they are all filed in the Supply and Marketing Cooperative and the Street Office."

Hearing Second Uncle Ye mention the Supply and Marketing Cooperative and the Police Station, the leading little young man crossed his chin, handed the arm strength device in his hand to the person beside him, and took a Buddha statue from the hand of the person beside him and threw it on the counter, signaling Second Uncle to look.

Second Uncle Ye raised his eyebrows and picked up the Buddha statue to look at it.

Everyone in the room held their breath, watching what these little young people were going to do, and also wanted to see how this recycling station collected when facing these people.

The people brought by the little young man also looked at Second Uncle Ye, restless and provocative in their eyes, as if they would make trouble if they didn't agree.

Second Uncle Ye wasn't afraid of this, examined it a few times and put the Buddha statue back on the counter.

"Four-armed Guanyin statue, gilded craftsmanship, Song Dynasty."

"Sent? Hehe~"

The leading little young man chuckled, then looked at the people following behind him, turned back to Second Uncle Ye and said, "You don't care how I got this thing, I ask you, how much is it worth!"

Second Uncle Ye looked at this guy's arrogant appearance and didn't dare to explain in front of so many people. Song Dynasty is sent, so be it.

"Gilded, not worth much."

Second Uncle Ye explained while observing the other party's attitude.

Second Uncle Ye felt that these people were not good when they came in, and they were testing him with this thing, and their eyes were meaningful. I'm afraid they were attracted by the liveliness these days.

"There is no need to scrape the gold on the surface. I will calculate it for you at the price of bronze ware, and add some for you after weighing."

"What?"

The little young man frowned slightly, then looked at Second Uncle Ye with playful eyes and asked, "Bronze ware? Is it also an antique?"

"Of course~"

Second Uncle Ye nodded, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "There are many such things collected today, all at this price."

The little young man smiled, hung his eyes and signaled Second Uncle Ye, indicating that he could weigh it, and also asked meaningfully: "It seems that there is a lot collected today~"

"It's okay, this is the business."

Second Uncle Ye said in his mouth, his hand had already placed the Buddha statue on the scale.

"Three jin six liang, calculated at the bronze price for you, one mao one fen, add four fen for gilding, totaling one mao five fen."

"How much?"

Hearing Second Uncle Ye's quotation, the little young man was stunned, and then asked with wide eyes: "Are you saying one mao one fen per jin or..."

"Total one mao one fen."

Second Uncle Ye emphasized very seriously: "Originally we don't collect this thing, but the Steel Mill needs materials to practice steel, so we want all metal."

After saying this, he threw the gold Buddha from the back door, where a pile of bronze ware was piled up.

The little young man looked at Second Uncle Ye dumbfounded, and his eyes followed the trajectory of the gold Buddha flying out and fell on that pile of bronze ware.

They weren't the first time they had trampled on good things when they copied people's homes, but it was the first time they had seen such trampling.

He thought, even if this thing is not good, it still has some gold, and people say this thing is an antique, valuable.

This damn valuable... worth one mao five fen, damn!

The little young man looked at the "broken copper and iron" piled in the backyard again, and knew in his heart that this recycling station was really collecting junk.

The previous rumors that this side was hanging sheep's head and selling dog meat were pure nonsense, and the things they prepared were useless.

With so many people watching, and the brothers behind him watching, he was so embarrassed.

Second Uncle Ye opened the slip and one mao five fen money placed on the counter, the little young man didn't know whether to take it or not.

They weren't here to sell things at all. Taking this slip and money has... no!

This slip seems to be useful!

The little young man's eyes lit up, he raised his head and looked at Second Uncle Ye and asked, "As long as you sell junk here, you give a slip?"

"Not necessarily."

Second Uncle Ye explained under the other party's narrowed eyes: "Mainly because of these things, you treat them as treasures, we don't. In order to avoid disputes, we give you this slip, don't come to find us in the future."

The little young man seemed to understand something, smiled, signaled to the "broken copper and iron" piled in the backyard and asked: "Is this sold to the Steel Mill? What about porcelain?"

"Glass factory, it is also possible to change it, redraw it, and directly make it into a salted vegetable jar."

Second Uncle Ye raised his head slightly and said very confidently: "Jade ware is to be handed over to the head office for processing, and the remaining calligraphy, painting, and books are all re-made into paper."

After saying this, he took two books from the shelf, one was a red-skinned selection, and one was a red-skinned sentence record, signaling the little young man to take a look.

He also took a few metal and ceramic badges, all of which could be pinned on the chest, for these little young people to see.

The little young man looked at Second Uncle Ye in surprise, then picked up the selection and looked at it, then looked at Second Uncle Ye and asked: "This is...?"

"Old paper recycling and reuse."

Second Uncle Ye followed Li Xuewu's instructions and bluffed: "This is called turning the dregs of the old society into the essence of the new era. It is the result of our joint efforts."

Hearing Second Uncle Ye say this, the little young man's eyes lit up even more. They couldn't listen to such encouraging words. Once they heard it, they went to their heads.

"You are right! You did a good job!"

After saying this, the little young man patted the two books and a pile of badges on the counter and shouted loudly: "Smash, smash the dregs of the old society, create the essence of the new era!"

"Smash, smash the dregs of the old society, create the essence of the new era!"

"Smash, smash the dregs of the old society, create the essence of the new era!"

He shouted, and the little young people he brought followed and shouted, scaring Second Uncle Ye who had just finished explaining, thinking they were going to do something.

After this group of little young people finished shouting, the leading one waved his hand, took a lot of things from the hands of the people behind him, put them on the counter in a pile, and then said to Second Uncle Ye: "Help us exchange these old dregs for the essence of the era."

Second Uncle Ye's eyes widened slightly, then nodded with a smile: "Our joint efforts~"

The leading little young man smiled proudly, tucked the slip placed on the counter into the sentence record, and shouted to the young people behind him: "I want to fill this book with the funeral charms of the old society's dregs!"

"Good! ~"

Second Uncle Ye was calculating the accounts for Yu Li who had weighed the goods, and when he heard the little young man's words, the pen in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He was just a junk collector, didn't expect these little cubs to be able to make such a scene. The slip he wrote became such a representative meaning.

Just don't know if the King of Hell will sue him for fraud if he doesn't receive these things.

These "junk" are not worth much money, but they are not as expensive as books, so when these boys left, they only took away two selections, four sentence records, and seven or eight badges, but they were all high-spirited and radiant.

People watching inside and outside the store saw these boys like this, and they all knew what to do next.

Antiques were sold for money, those who had more wanted a red-skinned book, those who had less wanted a badge, or added money to buy books, and no one wanted marinated goods anymore.

This is the meaning of an era. Sometimes gold is expensive, sometimes antiques are expensive, and sometimes superficial things are more expensive and life-saving.

The little young people at the door got on their bicycles, holding red-skinned books in their hands, wearing unique badges on their chests, and rushed out of the alley after shouting.

Chen Xiaoyan came back from the door and whispered to Second Uncle: "They just said they were going to find dregs and tell others to come here to exchange for the essence of the era."

Second Uncle nodded knowingly, and a big stone in his heart fell.

He now understands why Li Xuewu insisted on the price and only collected antiques as junk. This pass was calculated by Li Xuewu long ago.

The red-skinned books on the shelf and various unique badges were not available outside. Lao Biaozi not only prepared these, but also got a batch of metal signs to hang on the truck, which were brought back in the afternoon. That one is more stylish when hung on a bicycle.

Today's turning danger into safety not only made the recycling station famous in one battle but also let people who came to sell "junk" put down their hearts.

Those little cubs all came here to deal with dregs, why couldn't they.

Especially the slip issued here, if they learned from these people and tucked it into the red-skinned book, who would dare to say they are not loyal!

Now the road has been paved, it depends on who follows fast. As long as these antiques are sold here, they can exchange for books, exchange for proof slips, and they are people of the new era.

Yu Li was busy, but her brain couldn't figure out this truth. Clearly, everyone knew these things were good things, why did they still come to exchange for books.

She knew that these books and badges had long been brought back by Biaozi and had been placed in the warehouse, and they were only put on the shelf in the last few days.

It has nothing to do with the recycled books and old paintings. The calligraphy and paintings collected are all stored in the warehouse. Second Uncle has to be busy for a long time every night, cleaning up these things collected during the day.

Yu Li doesn't quite understand the slogans of these half-grown boys, nor does she understand the meaning of what they shout, only knowing that Li Xuewu is making trouble again.

"I am innocent!"

"Speak! You speak again! You big liar!"

Sister Lou pointed at Li Xuewu, gritted her teeth and said: "What time did you come out of the house, innocent my ass!"

Li Xuewu sat up from the kang, putting on his pants while saying: "Came out at eleven o'clock, there was something at home."

"Bastard! You are still lying to me!"

Sister Lou kicked Li Xuewu from the kang, angry and said: "Lao Biaozi came to take money in the morning and I asked him, he said you left with him in the morning!"

"There is no truth in his mouth!"

Li Xuewu said aggrievedly: "You don't know him, one fart and three lies, full of nonsense, his uncle is the same, just likes to play around, just trying to fool you!"

"I believe your ghost!"

Seeing that this person still didn't admit his mistake and was still arguing with her, Sister Lou jumped up and was about to pounce on him.

Li Xuewu was also a dunk master, and he had skills in playing basketball, but no matter how good the skills were, he couldn't stand Sister Lou bringing the ball to hit people!

"If you do this again, I won't wear these clothes!"

"I'm afraid of you!"

Sister Lou stood on the kang and glared at Li Xuewu angrily: "You speak! What have you been doing all morning!"

"Went to listen to opera!"

Li Xuewu twitched the corners of his mouth, both helpless and seriously explained to Sister Lou: "Recently I quite like Peking Opera..." ===== CHAPTER 717 =====