Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zeng Wangcai specifically asked for precious woods such as huanghuali or golden nanmu, but it’s not that he likes furniture made of these two woods. On the contrary, he prefers furniture that is smarter and brings convenience to his life.

There is only one reason why he wants precious wood: value.

In his previous life, when he was 38 years old, Zeng Wangcai entered middle age early. As the saying goes, middle-aged men have several treasures, one of which is a thermos cup soaked in wolfberries, and the other is various bracelets.

After middle age, I don’t know why, but I always like to play with some things. I have a 2.0-meter-high huanghuali bracelet on my left hand, 108 star and moon bodhi beads on my neck, and two patinated walnuts in my hands.

Whether he was busy or not, he would either rub the walnut on his nose groove or rub the bracelet on his face.

Coincidentally, Zeng Wangcai had also fallen into the trap before. When he was still unemployed, he went to Hainan for a trip and spent a lot of money to buy a bracelet made of Hainan Huanghuali wood, which he said had ghost face patterns.

After playing with it for a few years, one day I suddenly discovered that the skin at the hole of the bracelet... had peeled off.

That's right, Zeng Wangcai was cheated. They didn't use Vietnamese Huanghuali to impersonate him, but directly used technology to stick a layer of film on some unknown wood that looked real...

Now that he had the chance, Zeng Wangcai thought, I won’t be busy with bracelets anymore, I will just be busy with the coffee table, the desk, the chairs…

Huanghuali and Phoebe nanmu are both precious woods, and many elderly people dream of owning a coffin made of Phoebe nanmu.

"I didn't tell you before because I was worried that you couldn't get so much wood." Zhang Xiuzhi ignored Lei Daqiang's remarks about luxury.

"What a joke, I can't get so much wood?" Lei Daqiang said anxiously, "Girl, why don't you ask around? Everyone in Beixiao Street, even Dongzhimen, knows that I, Lei Daqiang, am the descendant of the Lei family. My ancestors built palaces for the emperor. What kind of wood can't I get?

"How about this, girl? You choose the labor and materials, and I promise to get you the best wood?"

This was exactly what Zhang Xiuzhi wanted to hear from Lei Daqiang, so she agreed immediately.

The two did not discuss the price. Lei Daqiang said that they would arrange a time to go to the courtyard to see the house and then discuss the price. Zhang Xiuzhi naturally agreed.

After making the agreement, Zhang Xiuzhi left the yard and was about to ride her bike back when she suddenly saw Jia Dongxu sneaking into the yard next door.

The moment she saw Jia Dongxu, Zhang Xiuzhi stepped back to prevent Jia Dongxu from seeing her.

Having worked in the steel mill for so long, Zhang Xiuzhi had already developed a sense of vigilance. After noticing that Jia Dongxu was acting abnormally, she immediately returned and asked Lei Daqiang about the situation in the next yard.

On the other side, Jia Dongxu, with ulterior motives, entered the courtyard house next door and went straight to a room in the corner of the backyard.

"Miss Jiang!" After entering the house, Jia Dongxu greeted the owner of the house.

The owner of the house was named Jiang Hua, a woman in her thirties who was very pretty and very attractive to Jia Dongxu.

"Have you thought about it?" Jiang Hua was doing housework like an ordinary housewife. "I said, who would not want to make money? There are more than one or two people in your factory who do this. Don't worry, as long as you get what I want, money is not a problem. Moreover, I will give you a sum of money in advance."

Jia Dongxu was simply too poor, otherwise he would not have been targeted, so when he thought of what happened yesterday, he was no longer immune to money.

However, thinking of Zhang Xiuzhi, Jia Dongxu said anxiously: "The situation is a little different now. A very powerful person has come to our factory. She is in the security department. She has arrested many people during this period. There are rumors that the higher-ups are focusing on catching spies."

"A spy? Haha, you're going to make me laugh to death..." Jiang Hua chuckled as if he had heard something funny. After a while, he calmed down and asked Jia Dongxu, "You don't think I'm a spy, do you? Have you ever seen a spy swaggering to ask you to meet him, letting you find him easily?"

"Uh..." After Jiang Hua said this, Jia Dongxu suddenly became uncertain.

The feeling he had about a spy was that he was mysterious, doing bad things that ordinary people couldn't see.

Jiang Hua got up and went to find her bag, then took out a small notebook and handed it to Jia Dongxu: "Look, this is my work ID. I work in a textile factory. I'm actually the same as you. I need money. I do this because I can't make ends meet. I'm just a middleman, and this house is not mine. You should understand what I mean!"

Her words portrayed a woman who had to take risks to survive.

This resonated greatly with Jia Dongxu, because his situation was similar to what Jiang Hua said, or in other words, there are too many people like Jiang Hua these days.

Jia Dongxu seemed to believe Jiang Hua, but he did not agree immediately. He repeatedly emphasized that Zhang Xiuzhi was very powerful and it was very dangerous to do this.

What he actually meant by saying this was to bargain, hoping to get more money for doing the job once, and then quit.

But for this kind of thing, there is only a difference between zero times and countless times, and few people can control themselves from this.

"Is her name Zhang Xiuzhi, and does she work in the security department?" Contrary to Jia Dongxu's expectations, Jiang Hua did not raise the price. "I will tell the boss about this. Don't worry, someone will take care of her."

After saying this, without waiting for Jia Dongxu to react, Jiang Hua went to the inner room and took out a cloth bag and placed it on the eight-immortals table.

"Here are ten kilograms of flour, and there is fifty yuan in it." Jiang Hua said to himself, "If you decide to do it, take the money and flour back home and let your wife and children have a good meal. This is considered as a deposit for you in advance. I will find you when I need work later."

Fifty yuan is equivalent to Jia Dongxu's two months' salary, but compared with fifty yuan, ten kilograms of white flour is precious and hard to buy even if you have money.

Jia Dongxu opened his pocket with trembling hands, took out a stack of bills, counted them, and found that there were indeed fifty yuan.

He dipped his finger in a little bit of the slightly yellowish white flour and put it in his mouth to taste it.

Money and food are not a problem!

A few minutes later, Jia Dongxu held his bag and looked nervously at the gate of the courtyard. He left only after he felt it was safe. In fact, he couldn't tell what safety was, he just did it subconsciously.

But it is precisely this kind of behavior when a person does something wrong that is most easily exposed.

After Jia Dongxu left, Zhang Xiuzhi flashed out from the side. She had noticed that Jia Dongxu had an extra pocket in his hand.

After dinner that night, Zhang Xiuzhi was chatting with Zeng Youqian and his wife about the situation she had asked about today. She told Chen Yumei Lei Daqiang's name and said that Lei Daqiang would come to see the house.

"Xiuzhi, Wangcai's drawing is for three rooms. Are you sure this can succeed?" Zeng Youqian asked.

"I don't know!" Zhang Xiuzhi replied, "But Aunt Zhang told me that I will go to the factory to find Director Wang from the factory office tomorrow..."

"Wait a minute!" Zeng Youqian suddenly asked after hearing the name Director Wang, "I remember... your factory director's last name was Zhou, and his name seemed to be Ping. Wangcai mentioned it once. Has he been replaced?"

"Ah?" Zhang Xiuzhi was confused for a moment, and said embarrassedly, "It's his last name, Zhou Yongping. It's not changed. I made a mistake. There are too many people in the factory..."

Zeng Youqian was very upset and suddenly lost confidence in Zhang Xiuzhi's plan to ask for the house.

As they were talking, Xiaoqiang came back happily with Lai Fu.

Lai Fu said aggrievedly: "Mom, I want to eat white steamed buns!"

"Why do you want to eat white steamed buns all of a sudden?"

"Banggeng ate white steamed bun today and showed off in front of us." Xiaoqiang said on behalf of his brother, "He ate it, but he had to provoke the third brother, saying that the third brother couldn't eat white steamed bun..."