Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 179 The Scrap Collection Station is a Treasure House

"It's so late. Take a rest first. It's not too late to go tomorrow." Jia Zhang said with concern.

"It's okay, I can ride my bike very fast. Okay, I'll be back soon." With that, Gao Dongxu walked out.

"Then go slower." Qin Huairu instructed softly.

"Okay, I understand." What Gao Dongxu liked most was Qin Huairu's obedient and submissive character.

“This child…”

Looking at Gao Dongxu pushing his bicycle and leaving in a hurry again, Jia Zhang complained helplessly.

"Mom, don't worry about him. He has been lying in bed for so long recuperating from his injuries. Now that he can move freely, he definitely can't stay still. Just let him have some fun. He will be fine after a while." Qin Huairu said to Jia Zhang with a smile.

Jia Zhang looked at Qin Huairu, whose face had become increasingly rosy and full of energy recently. She seemed to have thought of something, and her expression changed slightly. She reached out and took her hand, walked into the house, and warned her in a low voice: "I'm telling you, Dongxu's body is not fully recovered yet. Don't rush him and let him lose his vitality..."

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Qin Huairu blushed immediately, and her voice trembled with shyness and pouting.

"Stop pretending to be stupid with me. You can't fool me. Do you really think I heard the noises you made in the house at night? You are still pregnant and Dongxu hasn't fully recovered yet. Can't you just bear with it? You little bastard, I thought you were a bone scraper..." Jia Zhang was jealous and warned Qin Huairu, who looked a little embarrassed and angry.

"Mom..." Qin Huairu felt aggrieved and depressed, and struggled to break free from Jia Zhang's hand in shame and anger. With red eyes, she whispered aggrievedly, "Dongxu insisted... I couldn't persuade him..."

"He insists that you just go along with him? I tell you, if Dongxu is really injured and something happens to him, just wait and see how I'll deal with you—" Jia Zhang reached out and poked Qin Huairu's head hard with her finger in annoyance.

Jia Zhang's unreasonable behavior made Qin Huairu laugh so hard.

Gao Dongxu naturally didn't know about the explosive conversation between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law after he left. At this time, he was pedaling his bike as hard as he could and rushed to the scrap collection station.

Since 49, Beijing has established a scrap company, with scrap collection stations and purchasing points. This is a large-scale scrap recycling team, with staff spread across the city and the suburbs, and in the streets and alleys, responsible for collecting a wide variety of discarded materials in the city, including scrap copper, rags, and waste glass.

Most of the recycled waste materials are sold to relevant production departments for reproduction and made into products such as iron milling machines, cotton blankets and wine bottles.

The reason why Gao Dongxu went to the scrap collection station was because there were really good things there. As long as you have a good eye, don't mind the dirt, and are willing to spend time digging, you can find treasures.

Cultural relics are also called antiques, and antiques are also called old things. The scope of the term old things is very broad. It can be said that many precious treasures exist in the form of inconspicuous old things.

Often, people don't realize the value of their belongings and sell their good things to scrap yards at very low prices. If you can find something good there, you will make a fortune.

When Gao Dongxu arrived at the scrap collection station on his bike, he saw piles of scrap in the yard, and many people were busy sorting it, either sitting or squatting.

There was another person standing in the yard, directing some waste recycling tricycles to unload the waste.

Gao Dongxu parked his bicycle, smiled, and walked towards the person who was directing the traffic.

"Hello, comrade. I'm from the Red Star Steel Mill..."

"Hello, comrade worker, I'm the manager of the recycling station. My last name is Zeng. What can I do for you?"

Gao Dongxu directly revealed his identity as a worker. Sure enough, in this era, the identity and status of a worker really worked. The other party hurriedly smiled, took off his gloves and shook hands with Gao Dongxu.

"Hello, Station Master Zeng, my last name is Jia, you can just call me Xiao Jia. Last Sunday, I took my children fishing and caught a few small fish. The children loved them and kept them in a basin at home.

"To be honest, the basin was occupied by a few small fish and there was no way to use it. My wife wanted to throw the fish away, and the child started crying and making a fuss. So I thought I could see if we could find a container to hold water so that the child could raise the fish... Don't worry, if I find something suitable, I will buy it with my own money. I will never take advantage of the country," Gao Dongxu explained a little embarrassedly.

"Haha, that's easy. We don't have much here, but a lot of miscellaneous stuff. You can look for it yourself. It doesn't matter whether it's worth money or not. Just take it back and use it." Stationmaster Zeng smiled as he watched Gao Dongxu take out a Daqianmen cigarette from his pocket. He took one without any hesitation, lit it with Gao Dongxu, and while smoking, he pointed at the pile of waste and smiled generously.

"Master Zeng, thank you so much, but you must pay me..." Gao Dongxu said with gratitude on his face.

"Okay, you go ahead and look for it first. We'll talk to you when you find it." Stationmaster Zeng was very pleased and happy that Gao Dongxu, a tall worker with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was called "stationmaster".

"Okay, you are busy, I will go look for it first, so as not to delay your work." Gao Dongxu said, and took out a new box of Daqianmen from his pocket. He turned sideways to block the sight of others, and took the opportunity of shaking hands again to put it into the hand of Stationmaster Zeng.

Stationmaster Zeng was stunned at first, then looked at Gao Dongxu's smile, put the cigarette in his pocket, and shook Gao Dongxu's hand more warmly and familiarly, saying with a smile: "Xiao Jia, you are being a little awkward..."

"Brother Zeng, I also like to collect some old things and small gadgets. If I come across them here, I hope you can sell them to me at a low price." Gao Dongxu smiled and stated the purpose of his gift of cigarettes.

There is no need to hide this little thing. Instead, it is better to be direct and state your intentions.

"Haha, no problem, no problem. Tell me what you like and I'll give you the purchase price."

Upon hearing Gao Dongxu's purpose, Stationmaster Zeng felt completely relieved. Gao Dongxu wasn't the only one who came to his acquisition station to look for antiques. Many people from cultural relics management offices and antique shops often came to the scrap heap to look for antiques. For him, it was nothing unusual. "Thank you, thank you so much," Gao Dongxu said with a happy smile.

"Just come when you have time later. But while you're sorting, you can also help sort them. Is that okay?" Stationmaster Zeng said with a smile.

"No problem, no problem." Gao Dongxu said with a smile.

"Okay, go look for it. It's getting late." Stationmaster Zeng said with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll go look for it first. You're busy." After saying that, Gao Dongxu turned around and walked towards the waste pile.

"Wait a minute, here are the gloves for you, don't hurt your hands..." Stationmaster Zeng called Gao Dongxu with a smile and handed him his gloves.

"Brother Zeng, thank you." Gao Dongxu took the gloves and expressed his gratitude.

The other party nodded and smiled.

Gao Dongxu walked quickly to the pile of scrap that was as big as a hill, and walked around it to see if he could find anything good.

It's true, he actually found a lump of iron covered with red paint next to a pile of broken iron windows. It looked like a Buddha statue. The statue looked very strange, like a Laughing Buddha with a weird shape.

Gao Dongxu did not hesitate and quickly pulled open the broken iron windows. He picked up the mud-covered Buddha statue, which was about twelve or thirteen centimeters high, gently scraped off some of the hard soil, and touched the exposed bronze body with his fingers.

A cool feeling came, accompanied by a rich spiritual energy, and Gao Dongxu's eyes lit up. He didn't expect to pick up such a treasure as soon as he arrived.

Without hesitation, Gao Dongxu took the iron lump and quickly came to Stationmaster Zeng.

"Brother Zeng, where did you get this scrap?"

"Haha, you found something good so quickly?" Stationmaster Zeng was also a smart guy. He took the iron lump with a smile. However, although he was smart, he knew nothing about antiques. He did not hide it and handed the iron lump back to Gao Dongxu with a smile.

"This is a young boy who brought it to sell. I gave him 4 yuan and he took it. If you like it, I'll sell it to you for 4 yuan."

"Okay." Gao Dongxu didn't act pretentiously. He took out four dollars and handed it to Stationmaster Zeng.

After taking the money, Station Master Zeng said with a smile, "Tell me, what is this object?"

Gao Dongxu didn't hide it either. He frowned at the iron lump in his hand and said, "This might be a Buddha statue."

When he heard it was a Buddha statue, Stationmaster Zeng's expression changed slightly and he said to Gao Dongxu, "Put the things away. If you want to see it, go home."

"Yes, yes, I'll put it away right away." Gao Dongxu was stunned at first, then he remembered the era he was living in and hurriedly put the iron lump into his work clothes pocket.

Just as the two were talking, a man in his sixties came over on a broken tricycle.

Stationmaster Zeng went up to ask and found out that the old man had two broken chairs at home and wanted to take them to the scrap collection station to see if he could sell them for a good price.

Stationmaster Zeng walked to the back of the broken tricycle with a cold expression, reached out and picked up a piece of wood from the so-called chair that had completely fallen apart and turned into sticks, and weighed it in his hand for a few times.

"These pieces of wood are quite substantial. I'll give you a dollar."

Gao Dongxu, who also went forward to check out the item out of curiosity, almost vomited blood when he heard the offer from Stationmaster Zeng, because he had seen two chair backs carved with dragons and phoenixes among the broken chair legs. It was obvious that these two chairs were not ordinary items, but their quality was slightly worse.

Gao Dongxu weighed a chair leg with his hand. It was cold, lifeless, and quite heavy. It must be made of solid wood. The two broken chairs were so old that the paint was peeling off. However, when he carefully looked at the texture of the wood where the paint was peeling, his eyes lit up.

Huanghuali!
"Okay, I'll sell it. It's a good thing I came here. My husband almost chopped up these chairs and burned them..." The old man happily began to untie the rope.

After the old man paid and rode away happily, Gao Dongxu smiled and handed Station Master Zeng another cigarette and said, "Brother Zeng, please sell me these two broken chairs. I'll go back and fix them up. They'll be perfect for my family."

"It's broken into pieces like this, are you sure you can fix it?" Stationmaster Zeng asked Gao Dongxu with a smile while smoking a cigarette.

"It's not a big problem. It's not expensive anyway. What do you think?" Gao Dongxu looked at Stationmaster Zeng with a smile, waiting for his reply.

"Okay, everyone likes new things, but you like these junk. Take them if you like." Stationmaster Zeng agreed readily, not forgetting to make fun of Gao Dongxu.

Gao Dongxu happily took out another dollar and gave it to Stationmaster Zeng. The other party hesitated, took the money, and helped Gao Dongxu tie the wood of the two broken chairs to the back seat of the bicycle.

While tying them, Gao Dongxu had already seen that the two chairs were typical imperial chairs made of solid huanghuali wood. Looking at the armrests and backrests, he guessed that they were official hat chairs with four protruding heads and carved dragon patterns from the late Ming Dynasty.

This is really a big bargain!
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