It’s a Bit Early To Cross

"Man, I'm really sorry that I woke you up at night."

Inside the gate of the sugar factory, although the old man at the gate didn't express any dissatisfaction with Chu Hengye's return at night, he still handed over a pack of cigarettes with an apologetic face.

As the saying goes, the king of Hades is easy to see, but the imp is hard to deal with.

Although he has a good relationship with the factory director Dou Qiangtao, it's better not to offend the people below, otherwise they may trip you up at any time!

Don't you see, Mr. the former richest man had a good time doing business in Yangcheng...

And the effect of his pack of cigarettes is also very significant. After the old man gave way a few times to take the cigarette, the smile on his face became more enthusiastic, and he hurriedly stopped Chu Heng and the others who were about to enter the hospital: "Young man, You wait!"

"What's the matter, man?" Chu Heng stopped in doubt and turned around to look over.

"I'll get you a key."

After saying a word, the old man hurriedly turned around and walked towards the guard room, and soon came out again, and handed a big copper key to him: "Come on, you take this, it will be convenient for you to go out in the future, When you guys are leaving, just pay me back."

"This... isn't it good?" Chu Heng stared blankly at the key in his hand, with a slightly strange expression on his face.

this old man...

A few packs of cigarettes were exchanged for the keys to the factory!

He sort of understood why the things in the sugar factory were always lost.

Fortunately, he has no bad intentions, otherwise he could have emptied the sugar factory!

The old man didn't pay attention to his expression, he waved his hand casually and said, "Hey, what's wrong with that, we are so familiar, I can trust you."

"Then...thank you then." Chu Heng put away the keys speechlessly, and then said a few more polite words before leading Wan Xiaotian and Yang Qing into the courtyard.

After a while.

The three returned to the dormitory building.

After parking the car in the open space in front of the building, Chu Heng looked at Yang Qing who was about to unload the deer carcass, rolled his eyes a few times, then walked forward with the sword box and the package in his arms, and stuffed the things to Yang Qing: "You go up with this first. Just put the deer in the car. I have to ask someone to send the meat back tomorrow, or it will be spoiled."

"well."

Yang Qing didn't think much about it, and went upstairs with Wan Xiaotian with his things in his arms.

Chu Heng pretended to pick up the deer carcass and came to the back of Volga's car. After the two disappeared at the door of the building, he threw the deer carcass into the warehouse for storage.

After he was done, he didn't rush back. He took out a cigarette and lit it. He looked up at the bright white full moon in the sky, and his eyes gradually began to lose focus.

He is considering whether to do something in Pigeon Market, Dacheng, to make some money...

In the past few months, the expenses of this product have been very high, and besides selling alcohol and working as a broker for others, he basically has no external money, so the money he saved before is no longer left. Tens of thousands, which made him feel a sense of crisis.

How could Chu Heng keep those brothers?

Loyalty and reputation are part of it, but the most important thing is that he is not stingy about throwing a lot of coins!

As a social animal who has been exploited by capitalists for several years, Chu Heng knows very well that painting cakes alone cannot retain people's hearts.

Can you paint for a person for one year, for two years, or for a lifetime?

Looking at plum blossoms every day to quench thirst, no one can stand it!

It still depends on the interests!

It’s okay to draw cakes, but you have to sprinkle some sesame seeds every now and then, don’t you?

It has to be smelled.

Therefore, every time he asks someone to do something, he will pay him.

And those younger brothers are naturally willing to hang out with him, a big brother who is righteous, famous, and generous.

Of course, it's not without purpose that he throws coins like this.

Everything is for the phrase that money is scattered and people gather, people gather and money comes...

"call!"

After standing outside and thinking for a while, suddenly a gust of night wind hit Chu Heng with a bone-piercing chill.

"It's so cold!"

The guy suddenly trembled, and hurriedly ran into the small building with his arms in his arms.

When he returned to the house, Yang Qing was still asleep, sitting cross-legged on the bed, counting the money happily.

Hearing the movement, he looked up and asked casually, "What did you do? You just came back."

"I am busy."

Chu Heng wandered over to the bed and sat down, smiled and looked at the wad of money in the boy's hand: "How much did you earn?"

"Excluding the capital, I made eighteen today!"

Yang Qing grinned excitedly. He made more money in one night than ordinary workers in half a month, not to mention the village. No wonder he was so happy.

That's not counting the dozen or so silver dollars he collected today.

"Hey, that's quite a lot!"

Chu Heng raised his eyebrows in surprise, raised his hand to check the time, and urged: "Okay, go to bed quickly, it will be dawn later."

"Oh, I'm going to sleep now."

Yang Qing chuckled a few times, put the money into the soles of the shoes and into the pockets of the clothes in front of the elder brother without any precautions, then took off the clothes, got into the bed happily, and fell asleep after a while. started snoring.

Chu Heng was not in a hurry to sleep. After sitting on the bed and smoking for a while, he dug out the sword case that Yang Qing had put under the bed, and took out the bronze sword.

"Good stuff!"

With an idiotic expression on his face, he gently stroked every inch of the sword body with his fingers, his movements were careful and gentle, as if he was playing with a peerless beauty.

After a while.

He touched the incompletely recognized inscriptions on the hilt of the sword, frowned, and suddenly felt panicked.

With such a handful of rare treasures in his hand, but he doesn't know the origin, how is this different from sleeping with a woman but not knowing what she looks like?

Sleeping, but not fully asleep...

Therefore, after thinking about it, Chu Heng took out a few books about ancient inscriptions from the warehouse, and couldn't wait to lie on the bed and read them.

He must figure out what these words mean tonight, otherwise he won't be able to sleep well!

for a while.

The room became quiet, except for Yang Qing's soft snoring, there was only Chu Heng's soft flipping of books.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and before you knew it, the sky had begun to brighten.

And Chu Heng finally found out what the last word was called.

"Qi Wuhou uses his own sword!"

He who didn't sleep all night~www.readwn.com~ didn't see tiredness on his face, but was abnormally excited, his eyes were shining brightly, and his cheeks were flushed.

But then, he slowly frowned again, stared at the words on the hilt of the sword, scratched his head and muttered: "But who is this? I know Duke Wu of Qi, but Marquis Qi Wu has never heard of it either! "

At this moment, he realized the role of knowledge again.

"Fuck, little Bansu's work is for nothing!" Chu Heng put the sword back into the sword case cursingly, ripped off his clothes indiscriminately, and fell asleep.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue to investigate, it's that there is no way to investigate.

First of all, it is very difficult to find an unknown person in the vast ocean of history. In addition, the information in his hand is not complete, so there is no way to check it, so let's go to sleep. As for The origin of this sword is better to ask Zhang after returning to Beijing.

(end of this chapter)