That afternoon, Song Wenjing pulled the cart back first and brought bedding and some daily necessities the next morning.
The old house is not very big, but it has three rooms and a yard. One of the rooms is divided into a small room and kitchen.
If Song Wenjing and his mother were just living there temporarily, there would be no problem at all. Although the furniture in the rental house looks a little older, it can still be used.
And with a kitchen, Zhou Lijuan can prepare food for her second aunt every day instead of eating in the hospital every day. This can save a lot of money and add a certain amount of nutrition to her.
Last night, Zhou Lijuan was in the hospital bed and squeezed in with her second aunt to spend the night together. But after all, it was not for a long time, so early this morning, after the arrangements were made, Song Wenjing took her mother to visit the temporary residence.
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The surgery will be scheduled tomorrow morning. Starting from today, I can have a good rest environment and solve many problems.
Song Wenjing thought that he would spend more time in the city in the future and have extra time to accompany Yang Lili, which was also a good choice.
Everything was arranged, and on the day of the operation, the whole family, except the children, was waiting outside the operating room.
After more than three hours of operation, the door to the operating room was finally opened. The attending doctor walked out with a tired look on his face, and when he saw the patient's family members, they all looked at him with longing eyes.
The doctor was used to this situation and told him directly that the operation was successful, but he still needed to be hospitalized for observation for a period of time.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the operation was successful, everything else was now out of the question.
"Collecting scrap iron, copper, aluminum, old books, and newspapers!"
Everything at home had been arranged, and Song Wenjing pulled the cart again and started his work.
He had been delayed for several days because of his second aunt's affairs. For Song Wenjing, time is money. Therefore, without anything else he needed to do, he continued to start his money-making plan.
"Scrap collector, wait!" A well-dressed man in his sixties with a scholarly air came down from a tube building and called to Song Wenjing.
"Uncle, do you have something to deal with at home?" Song Wenjing stopped and asked politely.
"Young man, I have a lot of old books at home that need to be disposed of. I'm the only one at home. Can you help me move them?" the uncle said kindly.
Of course Song Wenjing agreed to such a request without saying a word.
"Professor Zhang, you didn't go out for a walk today!" A middle-aged man passing by stopped when he saw the uncle and came over to say hello.
It seems that this man is well-known in the neighborhood and is also a professor. But judging from his age, he must have retired.
Professor Zhang responded politely and took Song Wenjing into the house.
The house is not big, only about 60 square meters. It has two bedrooms and one living room, and one of the small rooms has been turned into a study.
There is nothing extra in the study room. Apart from a desk and a chair, it is just a cabinet. The rest of the place is filled with various books. The study room, which is not big in the first place, is almost empty.
A place to put your feet down.
"Hey, there are more and more books, and now there is no place to put them. We can't do it unless we get rid of some of them." Professor Zhang was obviously reluctant to part with them, "Young man, I picked out all the piles here.
, you can help move it."
Song Wenjing took a look and found that there were dozens of books in the small pile. Most of them were textbooks on economics. It seemed that this professor was a teacher of economics.
"Professor Zhang, do you want to check it again? Don't put useful things in the book. If I sell it by then, you won't have anywhere to look for it." Song Wenjing reminded.
This was what happened to Li Jianhua's family last time, and he didn't want it to happen again.
"Haha, how could such a stupid person put something in a book and then forget about it? Don't worry, it won't happen. These are textbooks and the like. I'm retired now and don't need them anymore," Professor Zhang pointed out.
Pointing to the pile of books, he smiled at Song Wenjing.
"Don't believe it yet. Some time ago, I found 100 yuan in cash and 400 yuan in certificates of deposit in a book." Song Wenjing reminded again, and at the same time, he said in a boastful way.
"Hey, aren't you rich then? There is no way to take out the deposit certificate, but at least there is a profit of 100 yuan." Professor Zhang looked at Song Wenjing in surprise, and at the same time he seemed to be a little unbelievable.
Looking at Professor Zhang's expression, Song Wenjing knew that the other party didn't believe him, so he didn't refute anything. There was no need.
However, when packing up the pile of books, Song Wenjing still flipped through each book, lest there was something really stuck in it that would cause trouble for himself.
Not to mention, a note actually fell out of a book and fell to the ground.
Song Wenjing picked up the note. There were a few lines of beautiful words on it. When he was about to read what was written on it, he didn't expect Professor Zhang to snatch it from his hand, flick the dust off it preciously, and then carefully
He looked at it and put the note in the desk drawer again.
"Thank you, young man. I didn't believe what you said just now, but now I really believe it. I looked through it specially before and didn't find it. I didn't expect that you would find it for me when you came."
From Professor Zhang's behavior, Song Wenjing knew that this note was quite important to him. Otherwise, such an elegant person would not make such a move.
Song Wenjing didn't care, it was just a note, and it didn't mean anything to him personally.
"Young man, what do you call me? Tell me about what happened just now!" Professor Zhang was obviously curious.
It was a bit funny that I clearly didn’t believe it just now, but now I’m asking for the root cause.
Song Wenjing did not hide anything and told the other party how he found the cash and deposit certificates and how he found the owners.
Of course, he did not mention the specific location or Li Jianhua's name. That is a private matter and should not be talked about casually.
Professor Zhang listened with great interest, and at the same time he began to look at Song Wenjing with admiration. He really did not expect that a rag collector would have such a sentiment, which was indeed very valuable.
It was getting late, and Song Wenjing didn't want to waste any more time. Although Professor Zhang was a little interested in him, he also admired Professor Zhang's profound knowledge. But now he is just a rag collector, and the cart is still underneath.
There are also some items recovered today.
"Huh!"
When Song Wenjing picked up the pile of books next to the top chair and prepared to go down first and then come back for the second trip, he suddenly noticed something rare and his eyes were already staring at the top chair.
He didn't care about anything else and put down the book he had just picked up before. At the same time, he stroked the high chair with his hand and made a "sizzling" sound in his mouth.
When Professor Zhang saw Song Wenjing's appearance, he became curious again. Especially when the other party carefully observed the top chair, his curiosity aroused even more.
This guy is so young, but he understands this?
Song Wenjing watched with gusto, Professor Zhang did not disturb him, he just stood aside and watched the excitement.
A few minutes later, Song Wenjing straightened up reluctantly. When he saw Professor Zhang looking at him with a smile, he knew that he was a little rude.
"I'm sorry, Professor Zhang. It's my personal hobby. It's rare to see good things, so I get a little carried away." Song Wenjing held his hands to accompany him.
"Xiao Song, do you recognize this object?" Professor Zhang was obviously thoughtful.
"Hey, Professor Zhang, I wonder if you can give it to me if I tell you the origin of this thing. As for the price, you can export it at will. As long as I can take it out, I will never bargain." Song Wenjing looked at Zhang expectantly.
Professor, he really hopes that Professor Zhang can give up his love.
"Haha, Xiao Song, you actually came up with the idea of an old man like me. I tell you, don't think about it, it is impossible. However, I still want to hear what you say about the value of this top position.
How about we just discuss it between the two of us?"
Professor Zhang looked at Song Wenjing inexplicably and became more and more curious. There were not many young people who understood this. He wanted to find out whether Song Wenjing really understood it or pretended to understand it.
Song Wenjing was a little disappointed, "Professor Zhang, you don't have to question me. I know that this is a top position in Huanghuali."
[Author's digression]: Thanks to "Yingying Liying" for her strong support, I have added two more chapters to express my gratitude!