The middle-aged man's eyes were still on guard.
It was really because Liu Hongchang was dressed too well. He was dressed better than him, a public secretary.
Moreover, it was a new face. It was inevitable that he would be suspicious.
Seeing this, Liu Hongchang took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged man.
At the same time, he said,
"I'm from the state-run No. 2 canteen. This is my recommendation letter."
In 1998, China began to implement the ID card system.
A recommendation letter was now equivalent to an ID card.
Without a recommendation letter, you can't go anywhere.
They might even be arrested as spies.
Therefore, before he came, Liu Hongchang had already asked his senior brother to write a recommendation letter for him.
The middle-aged man took the letter and read it carefully.
Then, he returned the letter to Liu Hongchang and said,
"Hello, comrade. I am Du Guoqiang, the secretary of the public association here. The letter said that you came to our public association to buy some things for your canteen.”
Liu Hongchang took out the big front door that he had prepared earlier and handed one to the middle-aged man.
She saw that it was a big front door that cost fifty cents a pack.
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a strange light.
Even though he was a bookkeeper, he was only allowed to smoke this kind of cigarette on special occasions or when he was accompanying his leader.
Usually, it would be good to smoke a big heavy nine.
Therefore, he didn't light up the cigarette immediately.
Instead, he pinned it to his ear.
As a result, his attitude towards Liu Hongchang became a little friendlier.
"Our leader didn't specify what he wanted to acquire."
"You can take a look at some of your own agricultural products, chickens, and ducks."
"Of course, I'll give you a price when the time comes. If you think it's suitable, you can sell it. If it's not suitable, you can take it away."
People's hearts were not that complicated now.
There was a recommendation letter and a cigarette from Liu Hongchang.
Du Guoqiang first invited him to his office and then turned on a loudspeaker.
As the big horn squeaked, an ear-piercing sound rang out.
Then, Du Guoqiang's voice was heard.
"Hey, hey, hey. Everyone, pay attention. Everyone, pay attention. Stop what you're doing. There's something I need to say now."
"A comrade came from the city and wants to collect some things from our village."
"They are in the Commune now. If anyone has enough, they can come to the Commune to take a look."
"Did you hear me clearly just now? Let me repeat myself."
Du Guoqiang repeated the broadcast three times in a row, causing Liu Hongchang to sink into his memories.
He remembered that when he was young, if something happened in the village, it would be broadcasted like this.
It sounded familiar now.
However, he didn't know if this Du Shu Ji did it intentionally or not.
He was clearly talking about agricultural products and livestock.
But he had directly become someone who did not want it or someone who had more.
However, Liu Hongchang did not say much.
This was a trivial matter.
As time passed, Liu Hongchang had not finished his cup of tea.
A voice came from outside the office.
A group of three to five people walked in, chatting and laughing. Each of them had something in their hands.
Liu Hongchang and Du Guoqiang quickly walked out.
When Liu Hongchang saw the things in their hands, he thought to himself,
The more normal one was holding some agricultural products in his hand.
The abnormal ones were all different.
There were some books, tattered,
Some of them were locker-like items.
What was even more outrageous was that a middle-aged man was holding a jar in his hand.
There was also a strong, strange smell coming from inside.
He kept everyone away from him.
"Secretary, where is the junk collector you mentioned? Let him see how much this jar is worth."
"This was passed down from my ancestors. If it weren't for the hard times these days, I wouldn't have been willing to sell my ancestors 'things."
"This is going to be punished by the heavens."
The man holding the jar said arrogantly,
He bluntly said that Liu Hongchang was a junk collector.
Liu Hongchang knew that he was a troublemaker.
Every village would have one or two of them, commonly known as vagrants.
He did not do good things, but kept doing bad things.
His reputation in the village was so bad that he couldn't even marry a wife.
Obviously, this man was such a person.
And dressed sloppily,
Her clothes were glistening with oil. She didn't know how long it had been since she last washed them.
Liu Hongchang finally understood. It turned out that the reason why everyone was distancing themselves from him was not because of the strange smell emitted by the jar in his arms.
She just wanted to stay away from him and not get involved with such a person.
Also, the jar in his arms was obviously used to marinate pickles.
He even said that it was a treasure left behind by his ancestors. It was obvious that he wanted to scam Liu Hongchang.
Liu Hongchang didn't want to bother with this kind of person.
However, when he saw the jar in the man's arms from the corner of his eye,
A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.
Because he was very familiar with the jar in the man's arms.
In his previous life, it was also one of his favorite collections.
Back then, when he had a successful career and retired to enjoy life,
A person asked him for help, and the price was an incomparably precious porcelain.
The porcelain was called a white glazed lip jar. It was from the Tang Dynasty and was produced in the Ding kiln of the five famous kilns, Jun, Ru, Guan, Ding, and Ge.
At that time, there was no specific price for that porcelain.
Because it was too precious and was considered a national treasure, the country strictly prohibited auctions, so there was no official reference price.
The porcelain in the man's arms was exactly the same as hers.
That was why Liu Hongchang could recognize him at a glance.
However, he would only know if it was true after looking at it carefully.
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