Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

23

Ever since Banggeng stole the chicken, Shazhu no longer took the blame for him, which made Yang Jun realize that the layout of the courtyard had changed.

Sha Zhu no longer follows Qin Huairu unconditionally, and his sense of responsibility towards his sister increases.

"Brother Zhuzi, a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold, congratulations on your new life.

How about we have dinner together tonight?

Hearing this, Sha Zhu's eyes lit up: "Okay, Junzi, I know you can make beef dumplings at home, I'll cook two dishes and bring a bottle of wine and some food over for you to enjoy together.

"

“Don’t take the wine, just come with Yu Shui.

"

“Okay, then we’ll make it a deal.

"

As soon as Sha Zhu got home, he started cooking.

Yang Jun briefly explained the situation to Wang Yuying and asked her to cook two more dishes.

The dumplings have already been prepared and are waiting to be put into the pot.

Yangmei boiled a large pot of water on the stove while peeling potatoes to make shredded potatoes with green peppers. At the same time, she cut some cabbage to make spicy and sour cabbage.

After going to check on the newly built house, Yang Jun saw that Lao Wu and the others had already gone back, and the house was in a mess. However, the basic construction had been basically completed, and all that remained were some finishing and repair work, which was expected to be completed in another three days.

He was busy putting putty on the wall and preparing to paint it white. Due to the low temperature, the drying time was slow, so he planned to find a bigger fire tomorrow to speed up the drying of the wall.

Yang Jun remembered that there was a big stove left by He Daqing in Sha Zhu's house. He planned to use it to speed up the construction progress and planned to borrow it from him for two days during dinner.

Back in the old house, Yang Jun swept the floor clean so that he could sleep on it at night. He also took out the Luzhou Laojiao from the space and returned to his original place.

Coincidentally, Shazhu and Yushui had already brought stir-fried beef with green peppers and cold-mixed black fungus.

They were about to start when three figures suddenly appeared at the door.

Yang Jun looked over there, took out two beef dumplings, put one into Xiaodang and Huaihua's mouths respectively, and then sent them away, leaving Banggeng standing there awkwardly.

Banggeng glared at Yang Jun hatefully, and seeing that no one paid any attention to him, he turned to Shazhu.

However, facing his glare, Sha Zhu did not respond, and was only focused on picking up food for Yu Shui.

Banggeng looked around for a while and saw no one paying any attention to him, so he snorted coldly and turned away, feeling very frustrated.

"I have a friend who has 'gold bricks', which are the same as the bricks you use for your yard, but they cost a little more."

"Is that so? Then take me to meet your friend."

When he heard the word "Gold Brick", Yang Jun's smile suddenly became bright.

He doesn't want to have many compromises in his life.

Noticing Yang Jun's enthusiasm, Lao Wu greeted the masons, and then the two of them went out.

Soon, they came to the end of an alley, stood in front of the innermost house, and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a rude voice asked from inside the door.

"It's me, Lao Wu."

The door creaked open, and a stocky, unfussy middle-aged man walked out.

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Jun warily, then smiled and said to Lao Wu: "Fifth brother, what can I do for you?"

"Hei San, this is my master, he wants to see your goods."

"Fifth brother, I don't quite understand. What goods are you talking about?" Hei San asked in a confused manner.

"Okay, Heisan, if I didn't trust someone, I wouldn't have brought you here." Lao Wu nodded at Heisan, reassuring him.

"Hey, Fifth Brother, what you said touched my heart. No one can trust me as much as I trust you." Hei San immediately changed his expression and leaned aside, "Please come in."

Yang Jun followed Lao Wu into the yard.

This is a residence with three main rooms at the back, two side rooms on the left, and a small shed in the front.

Heisan led them to the shed, cleared away the debris that blocked the way, and then lifted the tarpaulin to reveal the items underneath.

He took out a brick and handed it to Yang Jun, "This is a real 'gold brick', which is specially used in the imperial palace."

Lao Wu looked at the brick, confirmed it with Yang Jun, and then handed it to him.

Yang Jun took it and turned the brick over to check. Is this the legendary gold brick?

This brick is not the golden color that people imagine, but a dark gold color, with a matte black surface and a heavy touch.

He picked it up with one hand and tapped it lightly in the air with the other.

“It’s hard, it makes sound, and it has a smooth cross section.”

After trying it a few times, Yang Jun confirmed that it was the real thing and today's trip was very valuable.

The entire imperial city was paved with such gold bricks, and there were even three layers underground.

Seeing that Yang Jun knew the goods, Hei San's eyes lit up: "Not bad, brother, I, Hei San, have inherited the skill of firing gold bricks from my ancestors.

Each of these bricks was carried home one bag at a time by our ancestors from the cave dwellings.”

"These gold bricks are made of carefully selected yellow clay from the Yangcheng Lake. They are sticky and solid, fine and free of sand. The entire manufacturing process is extremely complicated, with 29 processes and nearly seven years to complete."

After confirming that the gold bricks were real, Yang Jun got straight to the point: "How much is one?"

"I won't sell it for less than this price." Hei San glanced at Lao Wu and made a symbolic eight gesture with his fingers.

A gold brick costs eight dollars, which is an astronomical figure in the eyes of most people.

Ordinary floor tiles on the market cost no more than 1.5 cents each, and slightly better ones no more than 30 cents, but he quoted eight dollars, which is almost a prohibitive price.

"Five dollars." Yang Jun began to bargain.

"No, eight dollars. I won't give a penny less. My price has always been this way. If you don't believe me, you can ask Brother Wu." Hei San insisted on not lowering the price.

Lao Wu, who was standing by, advised: "Brother Yang, the price of Hei San has always been like this. I just mentioned that it is not cost-effective to spend such a high price to buy bricks. Cheap ones can also be used for a long time."

Noticing that Yang Jun seemed very eager to buy, Hei San added, "To tell you the truth, I didn't mean to raise the price, because they are from a noble family. Each brick was stolen from the brick factory bit by bit by my family at great risk for generations."

In a feudal society with class differentiation, Yang Jun knew very well that gold bricks were beyond the affordability of ordinary people, and even if they had money, they could not escape the limitations of social class.

The Heisan family has been making gold bricks in the Imperial Kiln Factory for generations, and it is indeed life-threatening to take this batch of gold bricks.

Considering the high cost, it is reasonable to ask such a high price.

“Okay, then eight bucks is eight bucks.

"

Faced with the price that Hei San insisted on, Yang Jun realized that there was no way to negotiate, so he simply agreed decisively.

"Pay one thousand first, and the remaining part will be paid based on actual consumption." Yang Jun took out one thousand yuan and handed it to Hei San.

The new house covers an area of ​​about 70 square meters. There are two floors upstairs, all of which are paved with bricks, adding up to nearly 150 square meters.

Calculated at a price of eight yuan per piece, it would cost about one thousand two hundred yuan. He had already paid five hundred yuan, and the rest would be paid after the decoration was completed.

Seeing Yang Jun pay the bill without hesitation, Heisan's smile was as bright as a blooming flower, and even saliva marks could be seen at the corners of his mouth.

He put some saliva in his mouth and counted the bills carefully one by one.

"Don't worry, brother. If you are satisfied with the product, I will give you a discount next time you buy it.

"

“Okay, that’s settled.

"Yang Jun has made up his mind that after the new house is renovated and the Spring Festival is over, he will also renovate the old house. That way he can still talk to Heisan about the price.

After discussing the transportation details with Lao Wu and Heisan, Yang Jun rode his bike to the factory alone.

Before I even stepped into the office, I could hear the voice of CEO Wei lecturing his employees.

It is speculated that the blame should be placed on the staff of the Procurement Section for their poor performance.

After thinking about it, Yang Jun thought it would be best not to disturb President Wei's wrath at this moment.

In the past two days, some of his employees have been wandering outside under the pretext of looking for food, and some have even been visiting relatives and friends openly.

Maybe it's time for President Wei to clean up the mess.

After returning to the office, Yang Jun first cleaned the coal stove, poured in hot water, and after the water boiled, he made some tea. Then, when he saw that the time was right, he took his lunch box and prepared to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

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(When he arrived at the cafeteria, he saw the same old three dishes in front of him. He instantly lost his appetite and only ordered two white flour buns.

Holding the lunch box and preparing to return to the office, he passed a relatively remote place in the long production workshop when suddenly four young men stopped him.

They all looked to be in their twenties, wearing uniform steel factory work clothes and holding iron rods as weapons.

The leader was nearly 1.8 meters tall, half a head taller than Yang Jun, and was slowly approaching him with an iron rod as thick as his arm.

"Mr. Yang, it's your bad luck to be in our hands today!"

Looking at this group of people blocking his way, Yang Jun recalled that he had not offended anyone recently. He had only been in the factory for a few days and was not familiar with everyone, so it was unlikely that he would have any conflicts or grudges.

"My friend, did you find the wrong person?"

The young man in the lead has a decent appearance and doesn't look like a street thug. The three people behind him have even more honest and simple expressions.

"Are you the Yang Jun from the purchasing department? You're the one you want to fight.

"The leader's tone was extremely angry, and he became even more annoyed when he noticed Yang Jun's expression of ignorance.

Take a look at the four people in front of you, they are still young and impulsive, any small conflict may lead to...

Yang Jun is no longer impulsive and will naturally not get involved in disputes without knowing the truth.

He decided to find out.

"Looking at the way you four are dressed, you must be workers at the steel mill.

He brazenly beat up a manager in the factory. Aren't you afraid of losing your job?

Hearing this, the four of them looked panicked and looked at each other. Three of them were just cheering for the leader. They were unwilling to take risks regarding their future careers.

Seeing that the other party was wavering, Yang Jun immediately asked:

“I have only been in the steelmaking workshop for a short time and I don’t think I have any enemies. I don’t know why I have angered you.

Even if you want me to disappear, there should be a reasonable explanation, right? "

"You said I stole your girlfriend." The young man in the lead suddenly became emotional and roared at Yang Jun.

"Rob your woman?"

Yang Jun lowered his head and thought, he didn't even have a girlfriend, how could he be said to be stealing someone else's woman? He suddenly thought of Yi Qiushui, could this boy be Yi Qiushui's boyfriend?

However, he immediately rejected this absurd idea.

How could a proud person like Yi Qiushui look down on an ordinary young man who was younger than her and swung a sledgehammer every day? This kind of thing would never happen.

"Kid, don't look for trouble. I don't have time to bother with you." Yang Jun gave a warning without hesitation, hoping that he would stay away from him.

He turned around and walked towards the office with the lunch box.

It suddenly became dark behind him. Without looking back, he just stretched out his leg and kicked hard.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, the young man was kicked out onto the hard concrete ground five meters away, his face covered in blood from the cuts, it was a horrible sight.

The other three people with the young man were also frightened by the power displayed by Yang Jun, and looked at him at a loss.

Should I help or stand aside? If I choose to help, it seems that I am not worthy of the brotherhood; if I don't intervene, I am no match for the other party.

The four of them looked at each other, and were at a loss as to what to do.

Noticing this, Yang Jun put the lunch box aside, picked up the iron rod that fell on the ground, held it with both hands and smashed it hard into his knee joint.

"Hey!"

The iron rod in his hand was like a magic trick, and it was bent to 90 degrees visibly with the naked eye.

The others looked at Yang Jun in horror, their knees trembling like sieves.

Yang Jun glanced at them with disdain, then dropped the iron rod and left silently.

Back in the office, he drank some boiled water and ate some steamed buns. He was in a bad mood because he was picked on innocently today, so he prepared to go find Director Wei for another round.

"General!"

Director Wei smiled and said, "Captain, you lost again."

Yang Jun looked down at the chess piece, confirmed that he had lost a move, and said helplessly: "Let's continue the game."

It is undeniable that Director Wei's chess skills are indeed superb. Yang Jun understands that these cadres will play a few games of chess in their spare time, and their chess skills will be honed over time.

To reach his level, one must have spent decades in the office.

"How's the food search going?"

The two men played chess again, and he made a leading move, then asked while thinking.