Fortunately, these precious things were eventually bought by domestic collectors and the money did not flow abroad. But isn’t this a very sad thing?
These piles of manuscripts and documents are absolutely authentic. Even if Yang Jing does not use his identification skills, he can clearly feel the surging humanistic aura emanating from these manuscripts and documents!
These are the cultural heritage left by the Chinese ancestors! But some people and this stall owner treat them as junk...
Yang Jing would never forgive himself if he didn't buy these things.
"Buy! Buy them all! Even if I have to spend all my money today, I have to buy them all!"
Yang Jing gritted his teeth, looked up and said to the boss with certainty: "Boss, weigh all these things for me!"
When the boss heard this, his face immediately lit up with joy!
He collected these things from the scrap yard yesterday afternoon, weighing more than 200 kilograms. If he could sell them at two yuan per kilogram, he could make more than 300 yuan just from these junk!
The ability to make money gave the street vendor great motivation. Following Yang Jing's request, he neatly wrapped the piles of "junk" with kraft paper, tied them up with ropes and weighed them. After more than 20 minutes, the more than 200 kilograms of "junk" became Yang Jing's.
"Sir, how are you going to transport these things? How about I help you carry them? I have a tricycle here, and one car can carry them away."
Hearing the boss's thoughtful words, Yang Jing was very satisfied and said with a smile: "Okay, if you help me transport it, I'll give you 20 yuan for the fare."
"But it can't be too far. If it's too far, I can't deliver it."
"Don't worry, it's in the duty room at the door."
"Oh, you mean Lao Qian's? No problem." The boss started to move the wrapped "junk" onto the tricycle happily. It took only a few minutes to move all the junk. The boss then said to a stall owner next to him, "Liuzi, help me out. I'll go deliver some things to the customers and be back soon."
"Okay, don't worry!" The owner of the stall next door was quite enthusiastic.
The boss was riding a tricycle and Yang Jing followed beside him. After all, it wasn't far from here to the door.
The boss asked, "Sir, why are you transporting the stuff to Lao Qian? Oh, by the way, Lao Qian is the gatekeeper, we are all familiar with him."
Yang Jing told the boss that he had asked Lao Qian to help look after his things because he had no place to put them. He also mentioned that he wanted to rent a house nearby. The boss was delighted when he heard this.
"Hey, why didn't you tell me about this earlier? I live in West Warwick, and I have a vacant room. If you want to rent it, I can rent it to you at a lower price."
Hearing this, Yang Jing was also happy. It was really like someone giving him a pillow when he felt sleepy.
"Okay, boss, if you really have a vacant room in your house, I can rent it. But I can only rent it for one day, and I will leave at night. I rent this room just to store things."
"I understand this. As soon as you said you wanted to rent a house, I knew what was going on. Don't worry, if you rent my house, I can guarantee the safety of the things you buy. My husband just got laid off and has nothing to do at home all day. With my wife watching over him, you don't have to worry about safety."
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