Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 212 Familiar figure

"He Xiao, do you want to...recruit a job?"

Yan Bugui's hands trembled, and his face turned pale all of a sudden.

The job of collecting receipts here is simple and highly paid, so he doesn't want to go back to the courtyard and continue picking up junk.

"He Xiao, didn't Taozi and I do a good job? Why are you recruiting again? You can't replace me."

"Hey, third master, what do you think? It's not for you, but I opened a few more stores and recruited more people."

He Xiao couldn't laugh or cry, he quickly explained, "Not only will I not change you, but I will continue to use you again."

The eight stores he was planning to open, plus the one at Jiejiekou, made up nine video studios in total, which was quite a large scale, and he couldn't handle it alone.

He will return to Xiangjiang in a few days, so he has to find someone to watch over the stall. Yan Bugui and Taozi are his earliest employees, and they must be indispensable.

"Oh, that's good, that's good."

Yan Bugui was very embarrassed, he quickly found a blank piece of paper, and wrote according to He Xiao's request.

In this day and age, working in a public company is the right way, and only those who really can't find a job will come to him.

He Xiao has no other requirements, only one, that there must be a big family in the house, and he dare not use that kind of lonely family.

Yan Bugui took the brush and quickly finished writing.

Showing it to He Xiao, seeing him nodding his head, Yan Bugui took the white paper and pasted it on the side of the entrance hall of the house.

"By the way, third master, how is the business of the video hall recently?"

"Okay, there are 30 people in each show recently, and with the presence of the fried chicken shop, many people who have never seen it have been attracted."

Yan Bugui was very happy to say that, these days, he has eaten fried chicken a lot.

"That's it."

He Xiao nodded, he lifted the curtain and went to the inner hall to have a look.

There are indeed quite a few people watching the video, but it's just a little hot inside. In this summer, a ceiling fan on top is useless at all.

Shaking his head, he looked at it for a while and then hurried out.

It was also very hot in the house outside, so he simply went to the park in the south to enjoy the shade, and listened to the grandparents talking about the mountains by the way.

He didn't pay attention to anything else, but he paid attention to one thing. The uncles and aunts said that the price of goods has risen sharply this year.

Rubbing his chin and thinking for a while, He Xiao seems to remember the 80s, when inflation was at its worst, and it has just started now, and prices will rise higher and higher in the future.

Especially after the higher prices were lifted, the people panicked to buy everything in the store, even toilet paper, because even toilet paper is more valuable than money.

"It seems that the video hall will make money in the future, so it has to be quickly replaced with something that preserves its value."

He Xiao thought about it, but he was very happy. His eight video studios hadn't opened yet, so he thought about how to spend the money he earned.

"Huh? Xiao He, then what do you say to buy to preserve value?"

"Uncle Niu, antiques and houses are sure to keep their value. Hey, they not only keep their value, they also increase in value."

After He Xiao finished speaking with a smile, he turned around and left. At this time, Quanzi should have come.

"Antiques, houses?"

Uncle Niu had already seen that Xiao He was a capable person. He shook the cattail fan and kept it in his heart.

He can't afford a house, but he can visit antiques.

Recently, a small market has sprung up in the south, and it seems that I have to visit it sometime.

……

Back at the shop, Quanzi was sitting in the room, and He Xiao hurried over.

"Brother, that Jia Geng didn't leave the yard all day today."

He Xiao nodded, couldn't help being happy again, the stick was beaten into a pig's head by Sha Zhu, and he definitely couldn't get out of the yard.

"He was injured on his face, he probably won't be going for a few days, the camera I gave you, did you take any pictures?"

Chen Liquan nodded, looked around, and quickly took out a stack of photos from his bag.

"I just went to the store to get these this afternoon."

He Xiao picked it up and looked at it. Quanzi is really talented, and the angles of the shots are all good. They were all taken when the sticks and foreigners were taking money.

Nodding in satisfaction, he put the photo away.

"That's right, Quanzi, if you take more pictures, I'm going to surprise BangGong."

"Brother, don't worry, I'll be on guard all day."

He Xiao took out the money from his pocket, counted ten, and put his hand in front of Quanzi.

"Brother, I don't want it, I really don't want it."

"Take it, I can't let you work for nothing, by the way, be careful, don't let Jia Geng find out."

He Xiao asked a few more words, and then left.

His lips hurt when he licked them, and now he doesn't want to eat anything but porridge.

Riding a little Suzuki, he reluctantly went to buy some rice, and then went back to the courtyard.

Pushing the motorcycle, He Xiaoyi walked into the backyard, and vaguely saw a familiar figure flashing into the back room.

Frowning and thinking for a while, he felt that the figure looked a bit like Xu Damao.

"Has he not been arrested yet?"

He hadn't eaten all day and was very hungry. He shook his head and didn't bother to care.

Back in the house with a small enamel basin, he washed the rice, and then made dinner.

……

Back room.

As soon as Xu Damao entered the room, he took off his hat and gown.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he took a closer look at the bed and found that the person lying on it was still a little strange.

Looking back, this is indeed a back room.

Looking carefully at the person on the bed, he finally saw the shadow of a stick from the swollen face.

"Stick terrier?"

"Huh? Xu Damao? Bah, you bastard hasn't been caught by the police yet?"

When Bang Geng opened his eyes and saw Xu Damao, he immediately gritted his teeth angrily.

A few days ago, he went to help move the color TV. This dog ran away, and he was blocked by the police in the warehouse. If it wasn't for someone's help, he would almost have become a scapegoat.

"Hey, no, who beat you up? How did you become like this? Tell me, little uncle will make the decision for you."

Xu Damao couldn't help taking a closer look, and then he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

These days, it was the first time he smiled so happily.

"Bah, get out."

Sticking a sullen face, he struggled to get up.

"Xu Damao, tell me, why are you here? Let me tell you, the police outside are looking for you."

"Humph."

When Bang Geng mentioned this, the smile on Xu Damao's face disappeared immediately.

This time he was really at a loss. His savings for many years were gone, and he owed a lot of foreign debts. It is even more troublesome for him to be wanted by the police.

"It's fucking unlucky, how did the police know so clearly?"

Xu Damao looked suspiciously at Banggen.

"Why are you looking at me? I didn't know what I was going to do when I went, but I was hurt by you."

Stick Rolled his eyes, very angry.

"That's right, forget it, I'm here to see you for business."

Xu Damao reached into his pocket and took out the real estate certificate and the IOU, "Bang, please return the 3000 yuan to me quickly, I don't want this broken house."

"3000 yuan? No, no."

The stick rolled his eyes and quickly shook his head.

(End of this chapter)