"Brother, why don't you send me off?”
He Yushui complained. She didn't want Lou Xiao'e to run away. Otherwise, her brother would be single for who knows how long.
If another woman like Qin Huairu appeared, wouldn't it be even worse?
He Yuzhu didn't know what He Yusheng was thinking, but he could tell from the girl's expression that it wasn't anything good.
"I say, you should take care of yourself first. How was work today?”
"Yes, yes, very interesting. Brother, I've decided not to go to school. I'll stay here and work.”
In this era, the third-year students were like the fourth-year students in the future.
Finding a job outside was equivalent to an internship. It didn't matter if he went to school or not. As long as he had work points, he could get a graduation certificate.
He Yuzhu did not object. It would be good for her to come out and face society as soon as possible.
It was better than idling around at home and school.
Moreover, He Yushui had been much more pleasing to the eye these past two days. The idea of marrying her off as soon as possible had also been dispelled.
The canteen only had one lunch.
If there was no reception at night, the kitchen could get off work. If there was a need to entertain people, they would inform them in advance. The cost of the meal was different and had a fixed amount.
Even if the factory director wanted to entertain people, he had to apply for an approval. Then, the finance department would spend a day to draft a purchase order before it was their turn to cook.
What level and treatment? It was the first time He Yuzhu had encountered such treatment like last night.
If it were any other chef, they would have panicked long ago.
Therefore, He Yuzhu always told everyone to get off work early. There was nothing much to do here anyway.
He Yushui went back to work. Although she had nothing to do as a projectionist, she was still in the learning stage. He Yuzhu wouldn't let her leave early.
"Brother, will you pick me up after work?”
"Walk back on your own."
He Yuzhu refused decisively. She turned around gracefully and rode her bicycle away.
He Yushui stomped her feet to vent her anger.
After leaving the rolling mill, He Yuzhu didn't go straight to the courtyard house. Instead, he took a detour to Panjiayuan.
At this time, Panjiayuan was still open, but it was only in the past one or two years. At that time, Panjiayuan was forced to close down and everything inside was destroyed.
If he wanted to find a good treasure, this was the only time. Otherwise, he would have to wait ten years.
The old goods market was not like other places. The people who set up stalls here never shouted. The people who came here saw for themselves. Some asked for the price, and some bargained. However, no matter what it was, as long as it was a transaction, they could not regret it.
In fact, Pan Jiayuan still had a lot of real things at this time. Some of them were left behind by the ancestors of each family.
Now that their lives were tight, who wouldn't want to pay back cash or food stamps?
However, at this time, Panjiayuan was also deserted. There were few people who came to buy things. After all, not many people played this game these days.
However, it was not that there were none. In fact, people who bought old things at this time also wanted to exchange for some money. The best way was to sell them to Xiangjiang or Taiwan Frog through some channels.
Of course, they were all from the same country. Very few people would buy these overseas, and they didn't have the means to do so.
As for whether the people from Xiangjiang City and Taiwan Frog City had betrayed their ancestors, it was unknown.
He Yuzhu didn't want to, but it was too difficult to earn money in this era. There was almost no way to earn money quickly.
Doing business? That was courting death.
Moreover, he was doing this to protect these things. Otherwise, they would be smashed in the future.
As He Yuzhu strolled around, many stall owners looked up at him before lowering their heads.
He Yuzhu's bicycle was very eye-catching. In this era, only rich people could afford a bicycle. However, it was also possible that he was pushing a bicycle to sell.
After all, Panjiayuan was an old goods market. There were few people buying and selling antiques here. Most of them were second-hand items.
For example, bicycles, electric fans, and light bulbs.
Many people really couldn't live anymore. They even took out their tables and chairs to sell just for the one or two taels of food stamps.
"Brother, are you selling this bicycle?”
Suddenly, someone blocked He Yuzhu's path. This person had been staring at him for a long time, staring at his bicycle.
"I'm not selling. I'm here to buy something.”
That person seemed to be even more delighted when he heard that. He quickly said.
"Good fellow, that's just right. I have a lot of old things here.”
As he spoke, he took out a package. When he opened it, he saw that there were indeed many old things.
However, none of them were real. They were all old goods.
He Yuzhu sneered.
"Do you think I'll be able to catch your eye with this thing of yours? These things of yours are only worth ten cents at most.”
When He Yuzhu said that, the young man in front of him was stunned for a moment. Then, he retreated to the side with an embarrassed smile.
Since he had met an expert, he did not dare to continue. There was no point in lying.
In fact, he did not know that He Yuzhu could not tell the true value of this item at all. However, the system had determined that it was a fake, so these were definitely fake.
He pushed the bicycle around and suddenly stopped in front of a roadside stall.
"Ding!"
The crisp sound of the system notification rang in his mind. He Yuzhu felt his eyes light up and saw a jade pendant glowing on the ground in front of him.
This jade pendant looked ordinary and there were traces of damage on it. It didn't look valuable.
"The unpolished jade of the Warring States Period, made by the corner of the Heshi Jade, is currently worth 300,000 yuan.”
Such a small jade pendant was actually worth 300,000 RMB!
Now, a pound of rice was only 15 cents.
He Yuzhu's mind was spinning rapidly. 300,000 yuan was equivalent to two million catties of rice. In this era, one catty was an astronomical figure.
One had to know that in the 1970s, the millionaires were all rich, not to mention that the average wage in this era was only 20 yuan.
He took a deep breath and didn't show any shock.
He casually picked and chose from the stall. First, he took a ceramic bottle that was worth one tael of food stamps, then a handmade chair, and finally the jade pendant.
This peddler's ancestor was a landlord. His family had been divided up, leaving behind these things.
She couldn't live anymore, so she took out everything in the house and sold it.
He Yuzhu was purely picking up scraps. He looked at the peddler pitifully and gave him an extra five taels of food stamps. The peddler was so grateful that he almost knelt down in front of He Yuzhu.
After taking the jade pendant, He Yuzhu immediately left Panjiayuan.
Then, he was worried. What should he do with this jade pendant?
What was made in the corner of the Heshi jade was also a national treasure. If it were to flow overseas, he would be a sinner.
But this was 300,000 yuan, two million catties of rice!
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