20 years of restarting life

Chapter 874 Agarwood

Zhao Changan waited for Dancai to dry the clothes in clips, then went downstairs with her.

On the fifth floor, Dan Cai waved goodbye to Zhao Changan, took the key and opened the anti-theft door in the girls' dormitory, and walked towards her dormitory while the voice-activated lights were on and off.

Zhao Changan originally wanted to take a look around the computer room on the fourth floor, but thought that Wen Ye must not have slept, so he went straight down to the first floor.

When passing the fourth, third, and second floors, the lights are always on, there are voices, the beeping of the server, and the touch of computers being assembled and moved.

Facing the blowout demand, Chu Shaozhi finally came up with a practical solution, that is, in the week before and after the start of Fuda University, those old fritters without girlfriends have nothing to do, so it is better to recruit more than a dozen computer department students. The guy came over to work the night shift part-time.

After Tang Shuang agreed, Jurassic quickly recruited a dozen students to work on long night shifts, using high commissions, strong tea, strong coffee, betel nuts, and Sichuan spicy hot pot to stimulate them to work hard.

Zhao Changan came to the courtyard on the first floor, and saw a small truck stopped in front of the gate. Old Liu, the gatekeeper, opened the gate quickly, and the night shift assemblers and warehouse managers were waiting for the goods to arrive. The freight elevator goes downstairs.

Zhao Changan didn't want them to be distracted, so he quietly walked to the dark place under the light and walked towards the stone bridge behind the building.

The entire stone bridge was not lit, and it was bathed in the lights of the building, the lights and stars reflected in the river, and the stars in the sky.

Zhao Changan took out the key, opened the fence door at one end of the stone bridge, and saw Wen Ye sitting by the window of the stone bridge tea room. The tea room was quiet, floating with refreshing sandalwood.

"Where did you get it?"

Zhao Chang'an closed the fence door, walked to Wen Ye, and saw a small incense burner on the table in front of him, from the hollowed-out pattern of two dragons fighting for the sun, green smoke was emitting slowly.

Under the light from the window, this small incense burner has a glazed bronze luster. It is either a counterfeit modern craft stove bought from a flea market, or an old antique with a real sense of age.

"You are buying peonies for pearls, and the cow chews peonies."

Wen Ye saw Zhao Changan took out a cigarette, and waved at him: "I want you to calm down, let's chat for a while, so that you can sleep well."

"You mean this incense is worth more than the stove?"

Zhao Changan thought that he could not let down the incense that Wen Ye ordered, so he didn't smoke. He sat down and held the purple clay pot, and poured himself a cup of herbal tea.

"The stove is an imitation of the Xuande stove in the Qing Dynasty. It can be said that it is also a fake, but after two or three hundred years of precipitation, the fake has become an antique. The workmanship is very good. It should not be a problem to sell it for 300 to [-]. As for this incense, if you say it is worth money, it is generally not worth hundreds of thousands, but the problem is that even if you buy it with hundreds of thousands, people may not be willing to sell it; to put it bluntly, good things are rare items. As long as there is no shortage of money, people will not sell, so there is a price but no market.”

Wen Ye pushed a small cloth bag on the side towards Zhao Changan.

The things in the cloth bag obviously weighed a little bit, and they rubbed against the thin plywood table top.

"what?"

Zhao Changan opened the rope tie of the small cloth bag, and inside was a dark wooden peg the thickness of an arm and nearly ten centimeters in length.

The whole body is lubricated and cool as jade, black with grayish-yellow spots, and only one edge has a small piece of frost-like touch.

"Incense stick, what kind of fragrance?"

Zhao Changan understood that this small piece of frosted texture was formed by scraping the tree powder with a knife.

"Agarwood."

"I rely on!"

This is the second time Zhao Changan exclaimed this evening: "Where did you get this good thing?"

No wonder Wen Ye would say, "You say it's worth money, but it's generally not worth hundreds or thousands, but the problem is that even if you buy it with hundreds or thousands, people may not be willing to sell it."

The tens of thousands in his mouth does not mean that this wooden prong is worth tens of thousands or tens of thousands, but that this wooden prong is worth hundreds or thousands per gram.

"If I say that I used one or two medicinal powders, plus my acupuncture, do you think it's worth it?"

"not worth!"

Zhao Changan first expressed his attitude in the affirmative, and then said with a ghostly smile: "If you can help my brother to give you a needle, it is simply worthless."

"So Gong Zhifeng's family may feel that they are really at a loss, but I can say responsibly that they are really not at a loss; even Chen Chongyi's life is far from worth the medicine powder I gave them. This is an era of peace, if it is in the liberation In the turbulent period before, even ten untouchables like him could not exchange one or two of my medicine powder."

"It's all in the past, why are you still struggling, this doesn't suit your style?"

Zhao Changan felt very puzzled.

"It's not for me, but for you. If Chen Chongyi's death was a trap deliberately designed by me, I can admit that I did set him up. Of course, since I set up a trap, there is danger, just like his funny drowning." ; but you don't need to feel sorry for someone just because you slept with Chen Jing, the year you gave her the dose of medicine powder, the price was clearly marked, I don't know how many first time you can buy a wine girl in a rich man."

"Okay, if you don't tell me about it, I'll almost forget it these days."

Zhao Changan lay on the smoking censer, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly: "I can take a few more breaths of such expensive incense."

"Give it to you, incense burner, agarwood, scraper, and charcoal."

Wen Ye put the table against the window again, and handed Zhao Changan a silver knife with a sheath in the shadow, and a large wooden box: "There are charcoal sticks in here, you light the charcoal sticks with a lighter first, and then use the charcoal sticks." Light incense powder."

"What's the difference between that and pointing directly with a lighter?"

Zhao Changan asked curiously: "Is it possible that the combustion exhaust gas inside the lighter will affect the quality of the incense?"

"Maybe, I really don't know about that."

"Then why?"

"A sense of ceremony."

"Oh~"

After saying this, the two brothers didn't speak any more, quietly feeling the fragrance of agarwood in the tea room with the windows closed.

After about five or six minutes, Zhao Changan was suddenly full of tiredness. All kinds of complicated thoughts in his head, unresolved unknown anxiety, were actively blocked by his sleepiness at this time.

"Go to sleep. You can move freely tomorrow morning. You don't have to get up too early. Tang Shuang and I can take care of it."

"Okay, I'm going to bed then."

Even when Zhao Changan stood up, he felt his body shaking a little. At this moment, he just wanted to go back to the room quickly, and fell asleep on the bed.

So, he quickly returned to his dormitory, kicked off his shoes three times five times twice, took off his clothes, put on a small trousers, went to bed and fell asleep.

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Wen Ye opened all the windows in the tea room, put away the incense burner, agarwood, silver knife, and charcoal box, and returned to his dormitory on the second floor.

I didn't feel sleepy for a while, so I went to the window and took a look at the brightly lit building, then looked down at the river below which was illuminated by the light and reflected the stars.

After thinking about it, he poured the ashes from the incense burner into the river.

It's like pouring out all my past regrets, youthfulness, hatred, and ignorance.

(End of this chapter)