Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

The stall owner asked for eighty yuan, and he was prepared to buy it even if it was more than his expected price; on the contrary, if it was two yuan, he would still choose to buy it.

Ye Chuan glanced at the stall owner: he looked wretched, obviously not a good person, talking nonsense, and looked like a street thug.

In addition to ordinary people selling their own items, there are also vendors who take the opportunity to sell at high prices and buy at low prices, and there are also people who come to launder smuggled goods.

They don't care about the real value of the goods. They just offer a price they think is appropriate. After all, it's not a loss-making business. "How many of these do you have here?"

Hearing Ye Chuan's question, the vendor stopped chatting and said directly: "Do you want to buy all of them? Here are sixteen. You give me thirty yuan and I'll give you the last one!"

Ye Chuan did not respond. He took out three large-denomination red bills and handed them to the other party, then put all the lighters into the inner pocket of his cotton robe.

He knew very well how valuable these lighters would be in the future. In his previous life, his roommate who shared the upper bunk with him in college took away one of his father's vintage acrylic lighters, which had a very textured silver matte surface. However, without anyone knowing its poor quality, it was bought by a luxury goods recycling store for 800 yuan.

That scene made Ye Chuan astonished: such a shabby lighter was sold at a good price of nearly a thousand yuan. The poor days really restricted his imagination.

He bought these lighters for another reason. He was used to using lighters in his previous life, and the habit of using matches to light cigarettes was a little unbearable.

The hassle of lighting a cigarette made him miss the days when he used to use a lighter.

Ye Chuan stood up and cast a satisfied look at Wang Jinbao, and at the same time took out two boxes of "Da Qianmen" from his pocket and threw them to him. "Jinbao, keep them and smoke them slowly. If something like this happens again in the future, remember to notify Dazhuang."

Wang Jinbao smiled happily and put away the cigarette box.

They had purchased everything, and the group immediately turned around and prepared to go back to get the car. The return trip would still take another two hours, otherwise Ye Chuan would have liked to take his time and stroll around.

However, after walking a few steps, Ye Chuan noticed a familiar figure under a tree. He was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, wearing a dog-skin hat, with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes lowered as if he was in a light sleep.

Ye Chuan was not sure whether it was really someone he knew, but the resemblance in his memory made him suspicious.

Moving a little closer, Ye Chuan leaned over to Wang Jinbao's ear and whispered, "Jinbao, did you see what that man is doing? Just go to his stall and ask about the price, but don't draw his attention. Just make him look up."

Wang Jinbao nodded and did as he was told, then walked straight to the location Ye Chuan pointed out.

Fatty Han tried to follow him, but he stopped him and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Ye?"

"Let's talk about it later!" Ye Chuan's expression became serious.

Wang Jinbao squatted down slowly. There were matches, sugar and salt on the stall. He was puzzled why Brother Ye asked him to ask the prices of these common items that could be bought everywhere.

He cleared his throat and said, "Boss, how much do you want for this salt?"

The owner suddenly woke up, looked up and answered: "18 cents a pound, how much do you want to buy?"

Wang Jinbao frowned: "It's a bit expensive. The cooperative supply station only charges 1.3 cents per pound!"

The vendor smiled and said, "Look at what you're saying. The cooperative supply station has to ration the goods, but I don't need a ticket here!" Wang Jinbao seemed to be considering it carefully, and finally stood up and said, "Let me see. If it's cheaper, I'll come again."

"Just shop around on this street. My prices are the most favorable!" the stall owner insisted.

Wang Jinbao didn't say anything else, just got up and left.

Seeing this, Ye Chuan secretly sighed: The businessman just now was indeed Lan Tao, a staff member of the supply and marketing cooperative.

No wonder he occasionally enjoyed "Da Qianmen" tobacco - it turned out that he smuggled the stolen goods to the market to sell. Lan Tao was really a resourceful person. He worked hard for four hours every day, riding his bicycle to Fengbu, just for this small profit.

The young man was able to steal a lot of stock, and he would probably sell it all out soon. If there was another way, one that was safer and more profitable, perhaps he would choose this path himself.

If those things were sold through illegal channels, their prices would be higher already, and Lan Tao could increase the selling price by at least twenty yuan.

Including his own salary, his monthly income exceeds 10,000 yuan, and he is truly a middle class person.

A group of people walked to the front of the bicycle, and Ye Chuan said to Fatty Han: "Fatty Han, I saw Lan Tao just now."

"What? Lan Tao? Where?"

"I was just at the illegal sales point over there. The goods he was selling were stolen from the warehouse!"

Fatty Han immediately put on an attitude as if he was going over and said firmly: "Boss Ye, take me over. I must teach him a lesson and see if he dares not admit his mistake!" If the man surnamed Han fails to defeat Lan Tao this time, he will have to change his name.

Ye Chuan stopped Fatty Han who was about to leave and warned him, "Stop messing around! Now that we know he's a thief, the situation will be easier to resolve.

You don't have to worry about this. I will go to the police station tomorrow.

The fact that he could set up a stall meant that he had not yet dealt with all the stolen goods, and he must have something hidden at home.

Don't worry, I can definitely make sure this thief has nowhere to hide!"

Xia Zhongyuan also said, "Da Zhuang, just listen to Brother Ye.

Now even if you catch him, what can you do? Ride a two-hour bicycle to take him back? Now that he has been confirmed to be the thief, the rest will be easy!"

After listening to their words, Fatty Han nodded silently, confirming that he understood the situation.

Afterwards, Ye Chuan used a rope to secure the western wall clock to the back seat and said to the two people, "You guys go back slowly. I'm leaving first. I'll go there early tomorrow morning and send everyone to deal with this matter and try to end it as soon as possible!"

"Good idea, Brother Ye, don't ride too fast to avoid chain problems!" Xia Zhongyuan said meaningfully.

Ye Chuan smiled and cursed in a low voice: "Get out of here!" Then he rode away quickly.

On the way, he quickly put the Western wall clock and sixteen lighters into the storage space.

I kept going fast along the way and arrived home at almost eleven o'clock.

At this moment, the yard was quiet, the doors and windows of every household were closed, and it was dark.

All I could see was the faint light of a desk lamp shining through the window of Ye Chuan and Tong Yao's bedroom.

He quietly opened the door and went home. Just then, he heard his father's voice from the west room: "Are you back?" When Ye Chuan pushed the door, Tong Yao had already sat up. "It's so late, aren't you asleep yet?"

"Well, I can't sleep whether you are here or not." She responded. "Go to bed early. It's already past eleven o'clock and you have to go to work tomorrow." Ye Chuan smiled.

However, Tong Yao did not fall asleep immediately. Instead, she walked into the kitchen, got him a hot towel, and poured him a cup of hot tea.

Ye Chuan wiped his face with satisfaction, put on his bathrobe, and picked up a book from the bookshelf to read.

Hearing this, he looked at Tong Yao and said cunningly, "That's fine."

Tong Yao was surprised for a moment, then suddenly realized the misunderstanding that might have been caused by her words. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she whispered, "You really can joke! It seems that you are not very hungry.

I have to go to work tomorrow, so I'd better go to bed early." Then he walked towards the room to rest. "That's it, I'll read a few pages of the book tomorrow morning, and then we'll eat together." Ye Chuan said, got into bed and began to read leisurely.

Tong Yao, who was beside him, quietly watched him read attentively and accompanied him silently.

Not long after, Ye Chuan felt Tong Yao's even breathing, and he carefully placed her on the pillow. He closed the book, turned off the desk lamp, and fell asleep on his side.

The next morning, Tong Yao got up early before six o'clock, rubbing her eyes and going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. "Yaoyao, sleep a little longer, mom doesn't need to work, I will cook breakfast in the future." Mother Liu looked at her granddaughter-in-law's tired appearance and couldn't help but persuade her lovingly.

Tong Yao smiled and said, "It's okay, Mom. I can do it."

Then, my mother took out a portion of stuffing from the refrigerator and said with a smile, "I prepared the stuffing yesterday. You and dad can enjoy my wonton feast this morning."

"Mom, then I'll help!" Tong Yao responded positively and took over the task.

When Ye Chuan got up to wash up, three bowls of steaming wontons were already placed on the table, making him very hungry.

He had felt a little hungry last night, and when he saw the wontons, his stomach immediately started to growl.

After quickly washing up, Ye Chuan couldn't wait to sit down at the table. He put the hot soup into his mouth without paying any attention to the scalding sensation and almost choked on it.

At this time Liu Yue hurriedly said: "Be careful not to get burned."

Tong Yao was also there, blowing gently on the rice in his bowl, showing that she cared deeply about him.

However, Director Liang still felt that there were doubts in this case. He said, "Director Ye, I don't think it's possible that one person could have committed this crime alone. Lan Tao is just an ordinary employee. How could he have stolen so many things?"

After hearing this, Ye Chuan suddenly realized that the other party had some truth in what he said.

He asked, "Director Liang, what do you mean?"

Director Liang responded: "My initial guess is that he has accomplices, but the fewer people who know about this, the safer it is.

In order to commit a crime, one may seek help from a partner.

As a warehouse manager, he could easily take items by himself without having to greet others, so I think it might be a difficulty that came after success.”

"Security?" Ye Chuan immediately understood the possible direction. "Exactly.

According to my deduction, Lan Tao should be in collusion with the security guards. "Director Liang said something like this, and Ye Chuan nodded in agreement, feeling that this logic was indeed appropriate. "Director Liang, I think we should search Lan Tao's residence first. Since he can bring the stolen goods to the city to trade, he must have some inventory that has not been dealt with."

"Well, I totally agree." After they decided to take action, Director Liang left.

Twenty minutes later, he returned to the house again and invited Ye Chuan to go with him.

He told Ye Chuan: "Come with us to search for evidence at Lan Tao's house. Once we find any, we will immediately arrest the suspect and bring him back to the cooperative."

Ye Chuan readily agreed and went downstairs with everyone else. There were already two cloaked motorcycles waiting at the door.

He got on the motorcycle in much the same way as Chief Liang, and the team set off from the police station amid the roar of motorcycles and thick black smoke.