Siheyuan: Pioneer in anti-corruption, fighting against evil!

Indeed,

In this day and age, the value of antiques is not widely recognized.

A vase from the Ming Dynasty is worth only ten yuan when sent to the trust market, which can only buy about seven kilograms of meat.

During this period, because Wang Da Kui was in charge of a waste recycling studio, he also helped Li Aiguo collect many antiques.

If the items Nan Yi has are of good quality, then Li Aiguo naturally wouldn't mind providing some help within his ability.

"As an ordinary driver, I don't prefer those elegant items." Li Aiguo responded calmly when he heard this.

However, seeing the other party's lonely expression, Li Aiguo said:

“There’s a collectively run collection station nearby, and they might buy antiques. Of course, it would make more sense to sell them under the name of collecting waste.”

Nan Yi nodded immediately, showing his familiarity with the trick, then took the big black pot from Li Aiguo's hand, took it out of the house, and went to the pool in the courtyard to clean it.

Chen Xueru was puzzled by this action:

Why not let Nan Yi do more things like make faucets easier to flush?

In response, Li Aiguo waved his hand: "This person is a proud person who doesn't want to rely on others. Let him be."

A man with a height of 1 meters and carrying a big black pot on his shoulder walking on the small road in the alley, it is hard not to attract other people's attention, even Yi Zhonghai is no exception, seeing this scene:

There was a snap,

He smashed the enamel pot directly onto the table.

"This guy has been entangled with Li Aiguo since he came. Especially now, he has replaced Sha Zhu as the head chef of the small canteen and has the opportunity to have in-depth exchanges with the factory director Yang and the deputy general manager Li.

This may become a problem for us in the future.”

An aunt realized that he was angry about Li Aiguo's behavior, so she stood up and comforted him, saying, "Old Yi, we really don't need to worry too much about how to deal with Nan Yi. Do you think that compared to Fan Jingang, it is more valuable to let Nan Yi be our companion in our old age?"

"Do you think I just can't control the situation?"

"Absolutely not!" Seeing that Yi Zhonghai seemed to be blinded by indignation, the second mother quickly brought a cup of tea to help him calm down, and then said, "Perhaps you will find that Nan Yi can take care of our needs in our old age better than Fan Jingang."

The issue of elderly care has always been on Yi Zhonghai's mind.

Even though Jia Dongxu became the first choice in the retirement plan, Yi Zhonghai still felt insecure. Hearing this, he frowned, and the anger on his face faded, replaced by a thoughtful look.

"I have inquired about Nan Yi." Second Aunt continued the topic, "His parents died early, and his character is decent, but a little too aloof. The key problem is that his family background is not prominent."

After finishing his words, "If the family bloodline is not good, it will become an easy target to be exploited." Yi Zhonghai changed the subject, and a meaningful light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, Yi Zhonghai was inexplicably confused. Both of them were chefs, so could it be that the fate of cooking also followed certain rules of order?

The second aunt's voice was a little cunning: "Old man, it's rare that you are so right. I am quite good at dealing with people with poor family backgrounds."

Therefore, Yi Zhonghai decided to use Nan Yi to fill the potential gap in elderly companionship and make him the focus of future care.

At this moment, Jia Dongxu, who was smoking at the door of Jia's house, saw a huge black pot moving towards his yard. He hurriedly returned home with a stool in his hand: "Damn Xu Damao is here to make trouble again, mom, come out and help!"

At this time, Qin Huairu was concentrating on taking care of the baby, but she looked outside: "It's not Xu Damao, this person is called Nan Yi, and he seems to be the one who came to buy He Yushui's house."

Jia Zhang pretended to be surprised and held up the sole of her shoe, and went out to check: "He Yushui only has this house, and this guy wants to buy it? He really looks like a typical shabby person."

When Jia Dongxu heard that it was Nan Yi, he recognized the man. He was an employee of the steel mill and had passed by Nan Yi several times in the cafeteria.

After a while of small talk, the topic turned to: "Replace one chef, arrest another, and now there's another. It's really strange that the neighbors always mess with the profession of chef."

Jia Zhang shook her head and sighed softly. Then, her eyes lit up: "After we built the new house, life seems to be getting harder and harder. We can't even taste the aroma of meat on the table."

"Nan Yi's salary seems to be two dollars higher than that idiot. According to common sense, he should be a single man, so he will not spend all his salary."

She further analyzed: "He is a chef, how is it possible that he can't even eat a bite of meat?"

At this time, Qin Huairu understood what Jia Zhang was thinking but did not respond. Instead, she looked at Jia Dongxu. At this time, Jia Dongxu seemed to understand something, and stepped forward to Nan Yi and said, "Master, my name is Jia Dongxu, an employee of the fitter workshop. Our house happens to be next door. When you move here, we will become neighbors. We need to communicate well in the future."

"That's certainly right." Nan Yi didn't understand the reason, but still responded enthusiastically to the other party's answer.

Seeing Jia Dongxu and Nan Yi talking, Qin Huairu's heart was filled with sadness.

Now, Li Aiguo has become a train conductor.

After just snatching a lot of mutton from him, Jia Dongxu just wanted to please others for a little profit.

What made Nan Yi feel guilty was that he would never have expected that he would be closely watched by the Jia family and Yi Zhonghai's family before he even moved into the courtyard.

After cleaning the big pot, he carried it back to Li’s house, then stood up and said goodbye.

At the same time, Li Aiguo walked to the collective scrap recycling shop with his hands behind his back, and greeted Wang Da Kui. If there was a chance for Nan Yi to come and sell antiques, he would accept as many as possible.

"Brother Aiguo, you can rest assured. I have a sharp eye. This product is your friend, and I will definitely provide a preferential transaction price." Wang Da Kui smiled.

Wang Erpao, who was standing at the side, sniffed gently and said, "Don't brag, Brother Da Kui. The day before yesterday, you were almost blinded and distracted. You thought it was something from the Qing Dynasty, but it turned out to be a vessel from the Ming Dynasty. You lost two dollars."

"That was an unexpected situation and cannot be considered as a normal situation." Wang Da Kui smiled shyly.

At this time, Li Aiguo rubbed his forehead and felt very troubled.

Although he taught Wang Dagui a lot of knowledge about cultural relics,

However, appreciating antiques requires a certain kind of talent rather than the expertise of selling items.

Last month, several counterfeit artifacts were discovered during an inventory of the warehouse.

Fortunately, antiques purchased by scrap recycling shops are usually sold at a price slightly higher than the scrap price, and in fact, even fake works are unlikely to cause significant losses.

However, if you come across a truly valuable antique and misjudge it, it would be a very tricky thing.

Therefore, he decided to find an old expert to give him guidance in order to improve the accuracy of identification.

After chatting for a while, when Li Aiguo was about to leave the waste recycling station, Wang Dagui suddenly stood up, blocked his way, and said cautiously: "Aiguo, there are some things I'm not sure whether I should tell you."

"We are brothers, just tell me anything." Li Aiguo took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and gave some to Wang Dagui and Zhang Erpao.

Wang Da Kui took the cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, frowned and said, "In the past few days, there has always been a group of about seven or eight young scoundrels wandering around here. They are dressed like junk sellers, and they hold shredded newspapers or other miscellaneous items in their hands.

But there was something wrong with their eyes, and I could tell that right away."

Li Aiguo frowned slightly when he heard this. Generally speaking, young scoundrels on the street are not willing to directly cause trouble to waste recycling businesses.

On the one hand, it may be because such behavior seems too low; on the other hand, it is because recycling stations are usually under the jurisdiction of street offices. According to long-standing practice, "civilians do not provoke officials" is a customary principle.

Although Li Aiguo didn't know the intention of the visitor, he still reminded Wang Da Kui and Zhang Erpao to be vigilant.

"Brother Aiguo, don't worry. Our scrap stall is our livelihood. If anyone dares to break our bowl, he will never survive!" Wang Da Kui smiled, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

He has few good friends as he wanders around the market selling ducks all year round.

"Okay, you have to be careful. Don't be impulsive when you encounter problems."

Li Aiguo wanted to go back to his new home as soon as possible to accompany his bride, so he patted Wang Dagui on the shoulder and slowly stepped out of the door.

At this time, Da Kui's mother heard the noise, and walked out with a cane, staggering, and asked:

"Aiguo, have you found Da Kui's new wife?"

"Yeah, I'll be right back."

Li Aiguo said hurriedly. He felt that if he really couldn't find a partner for his new bride, Da Kui, he might have to trouble Mr. Yan Bugui to act as a matchmaker.

Back in that old courtyard, it was already evening. Most of the doors of the houses had already been closed, and the night was silent.

Li Aiguo pushed open the door of the old house, and the scene before him made him hold his breath for a moment.

Inside the room, Aunt Liu's loving smile shone on his face like warm sunshine, and she patiently taught Chen Xueru how to make dumplings.

Chen Xueru was smart and deft. Under the guidance of the old lady, she skillfully showed her how to place a piece of dough flat on her palm and fill it with the fragrant filling. Then she gently pinched it in half, rolled up the edges and woven them into beautiful patterns, just like the hairpins arranged in a staggered and neat manner on the dressing table.

After seeing this scene, the little girl came in and smiled shyly: "I can see that you like dumplings. I don't know how to make them myself, so I specially asked you for advice, hoping to please you."

When talking about this situation, Chen Xueru's expression revealed a slight embarrassment - her mother passed away early, and she lacked life guidance since childhood, and she seemed not very proficient in many household chores.