The stall was exposed to 60 million

At this time, Shan Tianfang was using that hoarse voice, unhurriedly talking about the wonderful moments of the golden-headed tiger Jia Ming's appearance.

"...I saw that this person was four feet tall and two feet wide, with rounded legs, bent arms, and a straw belly. He couldn't reach out his hand to touch his belly button. The fleshy head squatted up, and the hair was only two feet away. It's an inch long, I can't comb any other braids, and I made a pigtail, tied like a stick. The pigtail is tied with a red rope and two copper coins are tied. My head shook and clinked. Look on this face, hee! There is a grocery store. The big pock covers the small pock, the little pock stacks the second pock, the five blessings hold the longevity pock, the overlap is almost the pock is settled..."

When he heard this, Zhang Jingchun couldn't help laughing while sitting on the electric car.

When I heard this familiar voice, I remembered when I was a child when the whole family ate together.

And now grandpa, your father is gone, so after listening to storytelling, he really wants to make this memory longer.

The good memories are compared with the money, as if the 8 million cash is not so important anymore.

"This man has fleshy eyebrows, a pair of little bitch eyes, rotten eye circles, and a single garlic nose. That's not the case. Two big noses are coming out of the old man. If someone tells him, you blow the nose. Blow, not only did he not listen, but he gasped in, and pulled his nose back. When he was happy again, he stretched his neck and swallowed it. Do you think this person is blame? You have to ask him, he still has words, he This is called raw soup and raw food, which is the most nutritious. Look at this person carrying a deer leather cover behind his back. The deer leather cover contains a special weapon called a three-rowed iron rod. Who is this monster? This person is nicknamed "Golden Head Tiger" is named Jia Ming. Speaking of his father, it is Jia Binjiu, the King of Pinqiu..."

(Note: Some people have written Jia Ming’s father Jia Binjiu’s nickname as “The King of News”, which is really a mistake. Jia Binjiu’s nickname should be “The King of Pinqier” and he is good at organizing devices. The old man's storytelling is used to adding the word "pinqi". Erhuayin, so it is always misunderstood.)

Just when he was fascinated by it, the boss on the bamboo chair was taken aback.

He straightened up and stared at Zhang Jingchun who was watching him smirk closely.

"Hey, who are you? Why are you laughing at me?"

When Zhang Jingchun heard this, he pulled over from his memories and hurriedly rode over on an electric bike.

"Boss, don't get me wrong, I didn't laugh at you just now, but I heard the "Sanxia Sword" on your radio. Seriously, it's been a long time since I listened to the radio?"

Upon hearing this, the boss looked at Zhang Jingchun in a dragon-print gown, clean, like a literate person, and said "Oh".

"Yes, people nowadays play mobile phones, even computers are eliminated, which one listens to this stuff?"

"Yeah, boss, is there still a radio station at this time? At noon, there is also a storytelling?"

"Hey, how can I listen to storytelling? I asked my son to download it on the Internet. Look at what's on the Internet now. It’s not the woman who twisted the P-shares, or just quit doing business and took a car and went hiking. Let’s watch a live broadcast. It’s boring, oops, it’s still good before, no computer, no mobile phone, all day long, I’ll wait to listen to storytelling. It’s better now, it costs money to listen to storytelling. , Hey, boring."

The boss also rarely found someone who could talk to, so he took out a tea cup from the tea tray next to him.

"Brother, have some tea?"

Then he poured a cup from his royal pot.

After pouring, he took a sip.

Zhang Jingchun was a bit thirsty at first, but when he watched he pour a cup from the jug he had squirmed, then he looked at the white foam still turning at the corner of his mouth and almost spit it out.

Quickly waved his hand politely.

"No, no, I just drank it."

"You listen to this when you are so young? Is this something from the 70s and 80s?"

"Yes, my grandfather, my dad loves to listen to this very much, and I also listened to it, and now it’s a memory?"

"Isn't it? Oh, it was so great at that time. Everyone didn't have to make money so desperately. Look now, you don't do it, you can't even eat a meal. You don't need money except air, you need money for everything. Two yuan, one for the small one, grandma's, it's really impossible."

"That is, maybe in the future, even the air will cost money."

The two chatted for a few more words, and the boss came back to his senses: "Ah, yes, don't you have to go to work? Why did you come here and talk to me? What do you mean? What do you mean by me? Almost, I don't have any money, and it's useless to give me ideas."

"Haha, boss, don't you remind me, I really forgot about me, I came here, just want to ask you if you have ever seen a broken couple who stole things from my house ."

"Ah, steal your stuff?"

"Yeah, my family lives in the demolition area. The door of the old house is not locked. The scrap collector went in and took away the old furniture from the house. There was also a mattress. The white one was the same as the previous Simmon. The kind of thread..."

"What does that person look like? Tell me!"

"Men, in their fifties, with short heads, white hair, and women in burgundy floral clothes. Are they about the same age?"

When Zhang Jingchun spoke, the boss just stared at him.

After all, this boss has been working hard outside for so many years. No one has seen him before, and I can feel that Zhang Jingchun has not lied.

He shook his head and said: "Young man, I can feel that you are not lying, and I will tell you the truth. I have never seen a couple collecting waste together. If I see if I have cooperated with me, I have registered here. And there are photos..."

After that, I saw that the boss took out a photo album from under the tea table. This thing was picked up from the scraps. Although it was quite new, it had a strong sense of age.

Now the photos are all stored on the Internet, which one still uses this album.

When I opened it, there were all plastic photos inside.

All of them were old men collecting scraps, all of them pushed three rounds, and the photos were very real. At first glance, he took the photos with his mobile phone.

"Boss, this job is in place, do you still do this?"

"Young man, in business, anyone can meet, so leave a bottom line. If he dares to commit a crime, he should be accurate. I still have a book here, the date, how much money, and the waste categories. Chu. Not only that, there are their registration, phone number, ID number, and address behind each photo. Once these important things are registered, most of the mess will be filtered out."

When it came to this, the boss looked smug.

Then he said, "Business is not easy to do now, so you must be careful and careful. Although I am a scrap site, there are surveillance everywhere, just to keep track of it. When I didn't take these measures before, I was done a lot by others. After that, I couldn’t install it. After hitting this, those who stolen and robbed others never dared to send it to me again. It really saved me a lot of trouble."

"The boss is really advancing with the times. By the way, boss, can you let me take a picture of these materials and photos so that I can find someone to identify them? I have witnesses..."

"What, do you want these materials?" The boss sat up, his brows twisted!

...

PS: It's 120,000 words, I haven't come to recommend it yet, and the flowers waiting are all thanked.Who helped me to brush it that day, and dozens of collections were up all at once, but it hasn’t been up for a few days. Who stole it for me, stand up... OK?Haha!

PS2: Ask for a few [recommended tickets] to comfort my 36-year-old little soul. I only thank you on behalf of the people of the whole pot!