Pay back the money

Author: Runchao Cigarettes

Pay back the money

When Yang Yukun saw Han Chunming again, a week had passed since the start of school.

This is Sunday.

Had breakfast.

Yang Yukun and Xu Jingping were reading in the courtyard and sunbathing. Han Chunming walked in from the outside pushing a bicycle with a smile on his face.

"Xiaokun, Jingping, my brothers are back again."

"Little Fifth Brother!"

"Shocking or not, unexpected or not."

"It's quite unexpected. You haven't come back for more than 20 days. If you don't come back, I will think you have been arrested."

"You kid, you can't expect me to do better, right? Do you still want the money?"

"I definitely want it."

"This is a thousand yuan that my friend borrowed from you before. The extra one hundred yuan will be regarded as interest."

Han Chunming took out a large stack of unity and handed it to Yang Yukun.

"Brother Xiaowu, no need."

Yang Yukun counted ten Unity cards and returned them to Han Chunming. When he lent money to Han Chunming, he never thought about charging interest.

"I'm sorry that it took me so long to pay you back. You have to collect the interest."

"Okay, Brother Xiaowu, it seems that you have made a lot of money in the past twenty days."

"good."

Han Chunming did make a lot of money during this trip to the countryside to cook eggs.

After paying back the money owed to Yang Yukun and his master, there will still be some left.

The most important thing is the sales channel he established with his fellow villagers.

From now on, he will go to the countryside to collect eggs every half month, and then bring them back to the food factory.

This is a long-term business that can continuously make money for him.

"Xiao Kun, where is my mother?"

"It seems that she went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. I saw her twisting the vegetable basket and going out."

"I'm going to see my master first. In the evening, I'll treat you to a restaurant at the God's Capital Hotel."

Han Chunming walked out of the courtyard with two bottles of Maotai liquor and went to his master's small courtyard.

afternoon.

Imperial Hotel.

Han Chunming invited guests to a restaurant.

In addition to Yang Yukun and Xu Jingping, Yang Huajian, Mao Tutu and Li Chengtao were also there.

Mao Tutu said, "This Chunming, we agreed to meet at the entrance of the Imperial Hotel at 5:30. We all arrived, but as the host, he came later than us."

Yang Huajian smiled and said, "It's almost six o'clock now. She won't let us go."

Li Chengtao said, "Probably not. Others might. Chunming certainly won't. He must have been delayed by something."

"Brother Xiaowu has gone to pick up Sister Xiaoli. Let's wait a little longer. They should be here soon."

Yang Yukun and Xu Jingping went out with Han Chunming.

On the way here, Han Chunming went to Yili Food Factory to pick up Cai Xiaoli and asked them to come over first.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.

The words just fell.

Then Han Chunming and Cai Xiaoli appeared in sight.

"Brothers are all here."

"I've been waiting for you for half an hour. You guys have kept me waiting for so long. You will have to punish yourself with three drinks in a while."

"No problem, let's go, brothers, let's go in."

"Walk."

A group of people walked into the Imperial Hotel, ordered a table of dishes and served two bottles of Maotai.

"Come here, brothers, let's do one."

"Walk."

"By the way, Chunming, since you're back, go back and take your driver's license test. I'll see if you're free any day, and I'll arrange it for you."

After a glass of wine, Yang Huajian told Han Chunming about arranging for him to take the driver's license test.

He originally planned to arrange for Han Chunming and Yang Yukun to go to the relevant authorities to take the driver's license test together after the year.

At that time, Han Chunming was busy with other things, so he arranged for Yang Yukun to take the exam first.

Now that Han Chunming has finished his work, it depends on when he is free. He can help arrange it at any time.

"Brother, I have some things to do tomorrow, the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, then the morning after tomorrow."

"Thank you, Lao Yang. I'd like to give you a drink, brother."

"Done."

Mao Tutu asked curiously, "Chunming, what have you been busy with during this time? You haven't shown up for more than 20 days in a row."

"What else can I do? It's not like you don't know what kind of job my brother is doing now. You just walk around the streets collecting my rags."

Not many people knew that he went to the countryside to dump eggs.

Han Chunming only told Yang Yukun and Cai Xiaoli about this, as well as his partner Li Chengtao, and the person in charge of raw material procurement at Yili Food Factory.

Afraid that his mother would be worried if she found out, Han Chunming didn't even tell his mother about it.

"Chunming, you don't really plan to collect rags for the rest of your life, do you? Why don't you go back and find our old man and arrange a proper job for you?"

"No, I'm used to freedom. I can't stand the constraints of the factory's rules. In fact, collecting rags is fine. It's not as much as what I earn as a worker in the factory."

"Map, do you really think that what Chunming collects is rags? This guy is collecting rags as a cover. His purpose is to collect old objects hidden among the people. Collecting rags is fake, but collecting them is real."

At first, Yang Huajian thought that Han Chunming had a serious job collecting rags after leaving the Yili Food Factory.

Later he found out that it was not the case.

Didn't he drive to the countryside to help Han Chunming pick up old things before?

Only then did he realize that Han Chunming was just taking the opportunity of collecting rags to look for old folk objects.

"Playing with collections, okay Chunming, I thought you really went to collect rags, but it turns out that you are building a plank road in the open and secretly visiting Chen Cang."

"We also accept real rags. If you have toothpaste rinds, scrap metal, old books, newspapers, etc. at home, you can sell them to your buddies."

It's true that he took the opportunity of collecting rags to look for old objects, but that doesn't mean he doesn't collect rags.

No matter what the object is, as long as it can be sold for money, he will accept it.

In addition to the old items he picks up along the way, he sells the junk he collects every month to material recycling companies. He can also make a lot of money by selling it, which is more than ordinary workers in the factory.

Yang Huajian smiled and said, "Map, don't you think your old man has a collection of ancient paintings from the Song Dynasty? You're going to sell it to Chunming, and then ask your brothers to give it to Lao Mo."

"This painting is our old man's treasure. If I dare to take it out and sell it, I will probably have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair."

Mao Tutu couldn't help but give Yang Huajian a blank look.

It’s a shame that he and Yang Huajian grew up together, and this guy actually harmed him and gave him bad advice.

Living in the same compound, no one knows what kind of temper their old man has.

If he really dared to steal and sell the ancient paintings from the Song Dynasty that the old man cherished, a meal of fried meat with a leather belt would be light, and his legs would have to be broken by the old man if he couldn't heal them properly.

He is still young and has not even married yet, so he does not want to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

"If you really have something to sell, go find a buddy and give it to you at the highest market price. But you don't want to steal things from home and sell them. If it's stolen, I won't dare to accept it."

Of course Han Chunming liked the ancient paintings of the Song Dynasty, but he definitely couldn't let Mao Tu steal their old man's belongings.

Yang Huajian casually made a joke, how could he encourage Mao Tutu to steal their old man's cherished items.

Given Mao Tutu's old man's temper, if you know that he was instigating him behind the scenes, when he broke Mao Tutu's legs, he might have broken his legs as well.

At that time, the two brothers and sisters were sitting in wheelchairs together, watching the sunset side by side.

Oh, this can't be done.
Chapter completed!