Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

After the two of them took a quick look, the manager took out the key and handed it to Zhang Xingwang, saying:

"The Third Master is still thinking about you. Let's drink together after we finish our work tonight."

"Last time, didn't you say that hot weather attracts bugs? Besides, don't drink tea in large gulps. Just take a sip..."

The steward chuckled when he heard this and replied casually:

"The Third Master said he got a copper pot to change the taste..."

"Um...you can tell the Third Master that I will buy the wine. To be honest, I thought about it carefully after returning. You two are so old now, so I should be the one to pour the wine. After all, one of you has a bad leg and the other has a weak arm, and it's hard to put together a whole."

The manager's face darkened after hearing this, and he replied:

"You have no manners at all. It's not surprising that the body parts of an old man don't work properly. The Third Master's illness has long been cured. He will definitely not drink tea this time. The Third Master also has to save face..."

"It's hard to say... Face depends on the person. Sometimes it's about whether you want it or not, and sometimes it's about whether you have it or not. At the critical moment, you have to cover it up..."

The manager was stunned for a moment, gave a thumbs up and said:

"You are the one who said it so clearly. Forget about propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame. Those are things that can only be obtained when one has enough food and drink. After just a few years of peaceful life, some people are already pretending to be respectful by sticking their faces out of their pants.

Otherwise, Third Master always says that you are different from him. A true Jianghu person is one who can bend and stretch. I admire this about you. You have special skills and can bend more than him…”

"The Third Master's taste is indeed quite unique, but his judgment of people is really poor. What has he done to a promising young man like me?

Don't listen to his rumors. You know that the Third Master likes to listen to storybooks. He likes to imitate the people in the storybooks and talk nonsense. You can't take it seriously..."

The two walked into the room while talking. The butler took off his bag and handed it to Zhang Xingwang. He immediately put on a familiar flattering smile and said in a flattering manner:

"I have to talk to you today. Last time, we had so many things to deal with that it was really hard. If it weren't for the Third Master's daily workload, I'm afraid the workers would have come long ago. It's been half a month since we last dealt with them.

The bag contains the money from last time. I even brought the account book with me. You may not know that the price of grain has been rising several times a day recently. My grandson has divided five or six groups of people to distribute grain. Every day, I check the accounts with him except when I go to the toilet. Not only has he changed his habit of wandering around, but my legs have also been healed..."

Zhang Xingwang took the bag and felt it was quite heavy. He opened it and took a look, but immediately stopped thinking about counting it and asked the manager:

"Master Liu, just tell me how much it is. I won't count it. We have been together for so long that I have some trust in you..."

"Don't do that. We have to settle the payment and the goods. And you have to look at the account book. After all, the prices are different. I finally worked out the numbers after several nights of hard work. It took me more than an hour just to count the money. If you don't count it, my efforts will be in vain..."

This is not a matter of trust or not. If I make a mistake, I will lose my reputation..."

But Zhang Xingwang didn't think so when he looked at the thick account book. After all, he refused to do anything related to mathematics. He decided to find a reason to trouble Fourth Sister. After all, professional matters should be left to professionals...

"Then I'll go back and check it slowly, okay? Otherwise, I'm afraid we won't have time to eat tomorrow."

"That's fine, but you have to count the 3216 yuan in the bag carefully, after deducting the things you exchanged.

There is another important matter, which is whether you need to check the shipping price again. San Ye thinks that although you didn't mention it, we can't pretend to be confused.

Don't talk nonsense like trust. After all, this is not just your problem. It would be bad if someone in your group misunderstands you."

Zhang Xingwang waved his hands repeatedly after hearing this. He was originally trying to clear out the inventory in the space, and then he went to inquire about prices and keep an eye on the bulk goods. Can that be called lying flat?

I've almost got the words "stupid, rich, easy to fool" welded on my face, and you're still trying to get me to do this and that. Slacking off at work during the day is already going against my original intention, and you're actually trying to make me work overtime at night?

If I were the kind of hard-working and ambitious person, I would have been involved in the black market a long time ago.

After all, with so much food and Brother Tong protecting him, he has already made a lot of money. He is going through so much trouble to get together with you guys just to save trouble.

Besides, I don't need 1,800 yuan, so I don't need to spend it just to make a few extra bucks. I can't spend the extra money anyway, and this is a bad year for the planned economy. I really have no interest in money...

Despite his complaints, Zhang Xingwang still said righteously:

"I trust both of you brothers. I have my say, so you can just go ahead and leave without worry. Even if there is some damage, it is normal. If you are really worried, just keep an eye on it. Anyway, you are old and you don't sleep much. Who makes me trust you?"

The manager was very proud after hearing this. After all, this guy spoke well and it was really comfortable to be trusted. Then he clasped his fists with a serious face and said:

"Your words warm my heart. Don't worry. We martial artists always put loyalty first. With us two brothers watching over you, there will be absolutely no mistakes. I will check the accounts several times in the future.

As for the things you mentioned last time, I have arranged for people to exchange them for everything on the black market. My grandson will send them to you later."

The manager, with a face full of emotion, did not stay for long and left. His leg, which had been almost healed, was completely healed. He felt much better and walked with great vigor, as if he was ten years younger.

When they left, they said that there were so many people in the pigeon market these past two days, and everyone was buying things like nouveau riche. But now fewer and fewer people are buying things. If Zhang Xingwang hadn't gotten a lot of food, the scene would have been even uglier.

Zhang Xingwang was also worried about the huge pile of RMB 7000+ in cash in his space. He didn't know how to spend it. It was so difficult.

I'm afraid of jealous reports when I'm living a better life. It's not the right time to buy antiques and yellow croakers, and it's not the right time to buy a house. Not only will the house be forced to be rented out if it's vacant for two weeks, I'll probably have to report to the relevant departments, and it might even be taken back. It seems like I should find time to ask a few aunts if they have any plans to move...

After waiting for a while, the grandson of Old Sixth Master came with two young men. Both of them were carrying sacks. After coming in, they greeted the two young men and said respectfully to Zhang Xingwang, "Hello, Fifth Master", then put down the sack, took out a small cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Zhang Xingwang.

Although Zhang Xingwang thought it sounded nice, he didn't put on airs and casually threw two packs of cigarettes to them. The three of them looked at the packaging with their eyes lit up and they almost couldn't suppress their expressions.

After taking the cigarettes, the three of them quickly said goodbye. They were very respectful throughout the whole process, but there seemed to be a trace of grievance in this grandson's eyes. He was also much thinner than the last time I saw him. I guess he was very tired from distributing goods recently...