People in the courtyard: starting from the canteen director

at this time.

He Daqing looked at Cai Quanwu from a distance.

He sneered in his heart.

It seems that Xu Huizhen and the couple really doubted him.

You are right to choose not to show your face.

Alright, it's time to go back to the courtyard to get down to business.

an hour later.

He Yongqiang got the money and food, and hired a donkey cart to carry the two bags of food home

from start to finish.

He didn't see any of them.

The one behind the scenes, the real buyer.

Sitting on the donkey cart, He Yongqiang was in a good mood.

It was worth the trip.

It's almost like a white wolf with empty gloves.

For nothing, I picked up more than 1000 yuan and [-] catties of coarse grains.

Life doesn't have to be so tight.

Originally, when He Yongqiang married Xu Huizhi, he had already given up inheriting the tavern, and he was so angry with his adoptive father that he had no face to come back.

This trip is tantamount to a surprise.

Carrying the two extra bottles of sorghum wine presented by Yan Bugui, He Yongqiang even felt a little grateful in his heart.

This Uncle Yan is really a good man.

the other side.

In the quadrangle.

Yan Bugui got his wish and got a high commission. He hid at home and lit the Great Unity over and over again, secretly having fun.

He Daqing was at home, admiring the ink bamboo painting he just got.

It is worthy of being an authentic work of a famous artist.

It is from the same source as the Xiaoxiang Bamboo and Stone Picture.

The level has reached the ceiling of ink painting.

value of the painting.

He Daqing estimated in his heart that it might not be as good as the Xiaoxiang Bamboo and Stone Picture, but at least two to three small goals can be obtained, and it cannot be lowered.

to future generations.

There are only three surviving authentic works of Su Shi in the world, two of which are in the hands of He Laoshi.

This achievement is simply unbelievable.

even.

He Daqing was still thinking about it.

After the 80s, do you want to take Li Yaner to the Neon Country?

Get the wood and stone map that was left overseas.

Let the Snitch play a role.

Bring the national treasure back to the Celestial Dynasty.

Not a cent left to the neon collector.

This is totally possible.

Check the time.

It was already three forty in the afternoon.

He Daqing put the ink bamboo map into the system space.

Then quickly into the factory.

Just arrived in the department.

Yu Li said, "Section Chief, the people from the factory just sent a few professional books."

"Put it on your desk."

"Please pay attention to check it."

He Daqing nodded.

In the office, he still kept a distance from Yu Li. It seemed that it was an ordinary subordinate-subordinate relationship.

into the office.

He Daqing made a cup of tea.

Pick up those books and have a look.

It's all about rolling mill business.

He watched patiently.

La la la!He Daqing flipped through the book quickly.

The talent of photographic memory is brought into play.

The content in the book is almost indelible, just like it is printed in his mind.

sharp!so amazing!

He Daqing was delighted.

I read a few books.

It's just time to get off work.

He rode his bicycle back.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Xu Damao standing there with annoyed expression, of course still leaning on crutches

He Daqing said hehe, "Da Mao, what are you doing?"

Xu Damao said, "It's bad luck."

"Do you still remember the old Mr. Bai I mentioned to you earlier?"

"It's the one who lives in the hostel for workers, peasants and soldiers."

He Daqing said, "Remember, he wanted to sell Xiaoxiang bamboo and stone pictures."

"How?"

"Someone bought it?"

"Have you cut off your beard in advance?"

Xu Damao said, "I don't know..."

"I heard that he is an old man, catching the train this morning."

"Going back to Sichuan and Shu."

"We missed it."

He Daqing was happy.

Cooperating with that old Mr. Bai, he made a fortune silently.

Did not disclose to others whether the painting was sold or not.

Xu Damao got angry in such a hurry.

That is to say, the seller ran away, and he couldn't earn a commission, so he was in a hurry here.

This kid doesn't know at all.

The Xiaoxiang Bamboo and Stone Picture is already in He's pocket.

Of course, He Daqing didn't need to tell him.

These days, pretending to be poor is king.

Keep a low profile first.

He Daqing pretended to be surprised, and said, "So fast?"

"Ham, it's a pity."

"Or else."

"Uncle, try to save some money."

"When the time comes, go to Sichuan and Sichuan to find him."

Xu Damao nodded, "It seems like this is the only way to go."

"Yeah, I just came here to give you news."

"I know your family doesn't care about food."

"I'm going back."

"See you later."

He Daqing waved his hand, and said, "It's better to leave, be careful not to fall."

Xu Damao was so angry that the corners of his mouth were crooked.

This old bastard.

Curse me? !

He had no choice but to walk away in pain.

After He Daqing entered the house.

Haven't settled yet.

Two more unexpected guests came outside.

Xu Huizhen and Cai Quanwu suddenly appeared outside the door with a box of southern pastries.

Xu Huizhen asked intentionally, "Hey, brother, did you just get off work?"

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He Daqing said, "Otherwise?"

"There's a lot going on in the department."

"I have to ask about everything."

"Too much trouble."

"Why are you two here suddenly?"

"If you have nothing to do, go to the Three Treasures Hall."

In fact, He Daqing knew it well.

These two still suspect that He Yongqiang's ink bamboo painting eventually went to the He family.

So, here comes the raid.

If He Daqing didn't pay attention and still hung the ink bamboo picture on the wall, it would be exposed.

Xu Huizhen said, "Look at what you said."

"We are not outsiders."

"Dear brothers and sisters."