After lunch, Zhang Junping and Fang Changsheng were already hugging each other's shoulders and calling themselves brothers.
Five thousand ceramic wine jars, Hailang Ceramics Factory did not have that much stock, but the enthusiastic director Fang contacted the second ceramic factory, Dongning Ceramics Factory, and finally gathered together five thousand ten-pound wine jars.
After Zhang Junping paid the money, Fang Changsheng was also very happy and arranged for a car to be delivered directly to the yard he had just rented.
Zhang Junping gave the driver two packs of Peony cigarettes as a thank you.
With the ceramic wine jar in place, Zhang Junping began to get busy.
I got so many things from the bird market before. Although most of them can't be taken out now, there is one thing I can take out.
Then use vodka. Distilled vodka is colorless and odorless. If you add it to puree liquor, no one will be able to tell.
Fortunately, he has space, and in that space he is a god.
Zhang Junping put the ceramic wine jar into the museum space and directly controlled the vodka and puree wine to fly into the ceramic wine jar according to a certain ratio.
Although there was room to help, Zhang Junping was still exhausted.
It can be canned automatically or sealed automatically, but all of this requires Zhang Junping to control it with his mind.
After filling the five thousand jars of wine, Zhang Junping was already tired, pale and dizzy.
The old wine jar, Zhang Junping, was not used, and the new wine jar was used for all the blended wine.
This makes it easy to distinguish.
Finally, Zhang Junping released the pork, beef, and mutton, piled it in the yard, and buried it in snow.
After doing all this, Zhang Junping reluctantly returned to the guest house, threw himself on the bed, and fell asleep.
I slept until noon the next day and then got up.
After going out for lunch, Zhang Junping returned to the guest house and thought about his next plan.
Picking up the phone in the room, Zhang Junping started calling his comrades.
His comrade was the one who helped him contact Niu Qingkui.
Driving for leaders at HEB City Hall.
The comrades who have been on the battlefield and experienced life and death together cannot be compared to ordinary comrades.
When they were fighting the rebellion in Tibet, they really took bullets for the other side.
"Hey, Cao Zhen?"
"Damn it! Pingzi, you are a bitch. You didn't even know how to call me when you came to the Northeast!" When Cao Zhen heard that it was Zhang Junping on the other end of the phone, he immediately yelled.
"If I don't call you, why do you want to beat that grandson?" Zhang Junping was not polite and scolded him directly.
"Xiao Pingzi, your skin is itchy, right? Do you want me to loosen it for you?" Cao Zhen threatened.
"Come and give it a try. When the time comes, don't beg for mercy!" Zhang Junping said not to be outdone.
After spending two months greeting each other on the phone and making out, we started talking about business.
"Why are you calling me?"
"I'm in Xuecheng! Please help me contact Xuecheng or nearby cities to see if I can get cans." Zhang Junping stated his request.
"What kind of can do you want?"
"Anything can be canned, canned fruit, canned fish, canned pork, canned beef."
"How much do you want?"
“The more the merrier!”
"Okay, wait for my call!" Cao Zhen said and hung up the phone.
This is comradeship.
I will never talk to you about conditions or difficulties. I only have one word, help.
I will try my best to help.
Leave the problem to Cao Zhen, and Zhang Junping will no longer worry about it.
Every day, I go out for a walk, see the scenery and historical sites in Snow City, and then go to Pigeon Market to pick up things.
Naturally, there are also many cultural relic shops and trust shops in Syracuse.
Although Xuecheng is very young, due to special historical reasons, there are not many antiques and cultural relics left here.
After a few days, Zhang Junping became familiar with the people in the trust store and cultural relics store, and some things that were not originally taken out were brought out one by one for Zhang Junping to choose from.
Zhang Junping really gained a lot of rare antiques, but the prices are not cheap.
Cao Zhen did not disappoint Zhang Junping. After three days here, he called him and told him to bring a batch of canned food, including canned fruits and canned fish. He also gave him a phone number and asked him to contact him himself.
On the fifth day, Hu Zhenchuan came to see Zhang Junping.
There was a reply over there.
Make an appointment with Zhang Junping to meet in Suifenhe City the day after tomorrow.
After Zhang Junping left a message at the guest house, he took Hu Zhenchuan on the same day's bus and rushed to Suifenhe City.
Not long after the car drove out, Zhang Junping began to regret that he had known better and would have tried to borrow a car or get a car out of space.
If that doesn't work, I can just be Hu Zhenchuan's carriage.
After a journey of more than 150 kilometers, the car was packed to the brim.
Even the aisles were full of people.
Even the roof of the car was piled with all kinds of luggage.
Zhang Junping and the others got on the bus early and had seats, but the smell was unbearable.
The smell of stinky feet, cigarette smoke, and chicken shit all mixed together.
Someone took a chicken in a car.
It's winter and you can't open the windows.
After walking for more than thirty miles, Zhang Junping couldn't bear it anymore and pulled Hu Zhenchuan out of the car in a small town.
Zhang Junping had some doubts. All the passengers in the car had rhinitis. Couldn't they smell it?
"Leader Zhang, how do you think we can get there?"
"Do you know anyone in this commune?" Zhang Junping asked Hu Zhenchuan.
"Yes! My sister married into this commune."
"In that case, you go and find a way to borrow a carriage, and we can make a carriage and go to Suifenhe." Zhang Junping said as he took out a handful of national food stamps and two boxes of Peony Garden and handed them to Hu Zhenchuan.
"Leader Zhang, these are national food stamps. It's a pity to give them to them." Hu Zhenchuan looked at the national food stamps that Zhang Junping took out and said with some distress.
"If you have the ability to borrow a carriage without giving food stamps, then these food stamps are yours." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
Hu Zhenchuan was really capable. He drove a carriage back after being there for more than half an hour.
A carriage with two tall horses.
There were two quilts on the carriage, with thick straw spread underneath.
"Okay! Lao Hu, you are very thoughtful." Zhang Junping jumped on the carriage and praised him.
"Hey, my brother-in-law is the militia company commander of the second brigade of Jingbo Commune." Hu Zhenchuan explained with a smile.
"You old Hu family has great talent!" Zhang Junping said with a smile and handed Hu Zhenchuan a bottle of Erguotou, "Here is this for you, take a few sips to keep out the cold."
"Thank you, Leader Zhang!"
"Thank you, no need to do a good job, and your benefits are indispensable." After saying that, Zhang Junping got directly into the quilt and lay on his back in the carriage.
Not to mention, it's quite interesting to lie on your back on the carriage and look at the white clouds in the sky.
The carriage was rocking and Zhang Junping almost fell asleep.
"Lao Hu, after Peter and I have negotiated this time, you will be responsible for trading with him.
If you need any supplies, I will help you prepare them.
You can just trade with him directly."
"Leader Zhang, can I do this?"
"What's wrong? Haven't you often traded with double-headed eagles before?
I just exchanged the furs for daily necessities, and the transaction volume was a little larger." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Thank you, Leader Zhang, for looking after me. I, Old Hu, promise to get this thing done!" Hu Zhenchuan promised Zhang Junping excitedly.
A scholar dies for his confidant. Zhang Junping's words made Hu Zhenchuan feel the trust he had never experienced before.
For this trust, Hu Zhenchuan also secretly vowed to get things done.
"Lao Hu, I am the most fair person. As long as you do things well for me, I guarantee you will not regret it.
It won’t be a problem even if you and your family go to BJ.” Zhang Junping drew a big cake for Hu Zhenchuan.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Chapter Four
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
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