The stall was exposed to 6000 million

Chapter 51 Something More Important Than 800 Million Cash

At this moment, Shan Tianfang was talking in that hoarse voice about the wonderful moment when the golden-headed tiger Jia Ming appeared on the stage.

"...I saw this man was more than four feet tall and two feet wide, with bowed legs, bent arms, and a swollen belly. I couldn't touch my navel with my hands. I squatted my fleshy head up, and looked at the hair. It was more than an inch long, and I couldn't do other braids. I tied a "Sky Pestle" braid, which was tied like a stick. There was a red-headed rope tied to the braid, and two copper coins were tied to it. When I shook my head, it jingled. Look at this guy’s face, hehe! They’ve opened a grocery store. Big pockmarked pockmarked little pockmarked, small pockmarked pockmarked two, five blessings of pockmarked longevity, so many pockmarked pockmarks have settled down..."

When he heard this, Zhang Jingchun couldn't help laughing while sitting on the electric car.

As soon as I heard this familiar voice, I remembered the time when the whole family ate together when I was a child.

And now grandpa, your father is gone, so listening to Pingshu, he really wants to make this memory last longer.

Compared with the good memories and the money, it seems that the 800 million cash is not that important anymore.

"This man has thick eyebrows, a pair of little bitch eyes, rotten eye circles, and a nose with a bulbous head. That's not counting. Two big snots flow out of his nose. If someone tells him, blow your nose. Blow, not only did he not listen, but he took a deep breath and sucked the snot back. When he was happy again, he stretched his neck and swallowed it. Do you think this person is weird? You have to ask him, he still has words, he It is said that this is called raw soup and raw food, and it is the most nutritious. Look at the deerskin sheath on the back of this person, and there is a special weapon in the deerskin sheath, called a three-edged iron pestle. Who is this monster? This person is nicknamed "Golden-headed Tiger" is named Jia Ming, and speaking of his father, it's Jia Binjiu, the 'King of Pinware'..."

(Note: Someone wrote the nickname of Jia Ming’s father, Jia Binjiu, as the king of news, but it was a mistake. Jia Binjiu’s nickname should be "the king of pinning devices". He is good at making pins. Erhuayin, so it is always misheard.)
Just when he was fascinated, the boss on the bamboo chair was stunned for a moment.

He straightened up and stared closely at Zhang Jingchun who was looking at him with a smirk.

"Hey, who are you? Why are you laughing at me?"

When Zhang Jingchun heard it, he pulled it from his memory and hurried over on his electric bike.

"Boss, don't get me wrong. I didn't laugh at you just now. I heard "Three Heroes Sword" on your radio. Seriously, it's been a long, long time since I listened to the radio?"

Upon hearing this, the boss looked at Zhang Jingchun's clean dragon-pattern gown, like a cultured person, and let out an "oh".

"Yes, people nowadays are playing with mobile phones, and even computers have been eliminated, who still listens to this stuff?"

"That's right, boss, is there still a radio station at this time? At noon, is there also Pingshu?"

"Hey, how can there be storytelling? I asked my son to download it online. Look at what's on the Internet now. It's not about that woman twisting her buttocks, or she doesn't do anything serious and takes a car to go hiking. , Let’s watch a live broadcast, it’s all live streaming, it’s boring, oops, it’s better than before, no computer, no mobile phone, I’m just waiting to listen to storytelling all day long, now it’s good, listening to storytelling costs money , Hey, it’s not interesting.”

It was rare for the boss to find someone to talk to, so he took out a teacup from the tea tray next to him.

"Brother, would you like some tea?"

As he spoke, he poured a cup from his imperial concubine pot.

After pouring, he took a sip directly.

Zhang Jingchun was still a little thirsty at first, but he actually poured a glass from the pot he had slurped, and looked at the white foam still turning at the corner of his mouth, he almost spit it out.

Quickly wave your hand politely.

"No, no, I just drank it."

"You listen to this at such a young age? Is this something from the 80s?"

"Yes, my grandpa and dad love to listen to this very much, and I listen to it too. Now, after a while, does it become a memory?"

"Isn't it? Oh, it was so good at that time. Everyone didn't have to work so hard to make money. Look now, if you don't do it, you can't even eat a meal. You don't need money except air, and you need money for everything. Pull a rake Two pieces, the small one needs one piece, grandma’s one, there’s really no way.”

"That's right, maybe in the future, even the air will cost money."

The two chatted for a few more words, and the boss came back to his senses: "Hey, yes, don't you have to go to work, young man? Why did you come here to talk to me? You, what do you mean? What are you doing with me? It’s close, I have no money, and it’s useless to think about it.”

"Haha, boss, don't you remind me, I really forgot about my business, I came here, just want to ask if you have seen the couple who collect the rags, he stole the things in my house .”

"Ah, stealing something from your house?"

"That's right, my family lives in the demolition area. The door of the old house was unlocked, so the waste collector went in and took away the old furniture in the house. There was also a mattress, which was white, the same kind of Ximeng as before. The kind of line..."

"What does that person look like? Tell me!"

"The man is in his fifties, with a short cut and white hair, and the woman is wearing a wine-red floral dress. They are about the same age?"

When Zhang Jingchun was talking, the boss just stared at him.

After all, this boss has been working outside for so many years, and he has never seen anyone before, so he can feel that Zhang Jingchun is not lying.

Then he shook his head and said: "Young man, I can feel that you are not lying, and let me tell you the truth, I have never seen a couple collecting waste together, have you seen it, and those who cooperate with me are registered here, And they all have photos…”

As he spoke, he saw the boss take out a photo album from under the tea table. It looked like it was picked up from the trash. Although it was quite new, it had a strong sense of age.

The current photos are all stored on the Internet, who still uses this album.

When I opened it, I saw that there were plastic photos inside.

There are old men who collect waste products, all of them are pushing three wheels, and the photos are very real, and it looks like he took them with his mobile phone.

"Boss, this job is in place, why do you still do this?"

"Young man, when you're doing business, you can meet anyone. Keep a record like this. If he dares to commit a crime, he will be caught. I still have a notebook here. I remember the date, how much money, and the type of waste clearly. Chu. Not only that, each photo has their registration, phone number, ID number, and address behind each photo. Once these important things are registered, most of the messes will be filtered out."

Speaking of this, the boss had a proud face.

Then he said: "The current business is not easy to do, so we must be careful and careful. Although I am a scrap yard, there are surveillance everywhere, just to track to the end. When I didn't take these measures before, I was messed up a lot by others. Once, I had no choice but to install these surveillance cameras. After this, those who stole and robbed other people’s things never dared to send them to me again, which really saved me a lot of trouble.”

"The boss is really keeping pace with the times. By the way, boss, can you let me take these materials and photos, so that I can find someone to identify them? I have witnesses..."

"What, you want these materials?" The boss sat up all of a sudden, his brows twisted into twists!

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PS: It’s 12 words, I haven’t come to recommend it yet, all the waiting flowers are thanked.Someone helped me brush it up that day, and I added dozens of favorites at once, but it hasn’t risen in the past few days, who secretly brushed it for me, stand up...can you brush it up for me again?Ha ha!

PS2: Ask for a few [recommendation tickets] to comfort my 36-year-old little heart. I only thank you on behalf of Quanguo people!

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