Yi Zhonghai wasn't unfamiliar with the work of making rice cakes; let him come into the factory and learn the technology from him.
But Banggeng looked down on it. What's so great about being a lowly factory worker? Who can afford to live on those twenty or thirty yuan a month?
He had long since looked down on that dirty and exhausting dilapidated factory.
The old man was unwilling, and there was nothing he could do.
Recently, he has been trying to repair his relationship with Sha Zhu. Yi Zhonghai has also realized that in the end, when he is bedridden and unable to move, only Sha Zhu can still take care of him in this courtyard.
Seeing that he couldn't steal it from the middle court either, Banggeng paced around anxiously.
Suddenly he remembered that Xu Damao was now spending all his time at the parts factory and rarely came home.
Qin Jingru has to go to work during the day, and Xu Xiyue goes to school, so wouldn't there be no one at his house?
This is truly a godsend!
Banggeng pretended to go to the toilet, went in and out of the yard, and when no one was around in the middle yard, he slipped into the back yard.
In the backyard, no one else was home except for Liu Haizhong, whose door was ajar.
Bang Geng cursed the second uncle a few more times, calling him an old bastard who didn't even share his wealth and would get his comeuppance sooner or later. Then, he flashed to Xu Damao's door.
He took out the tools he had prepared beforehand.
In the past, the "Yonggu" brand iron general lock was indeed sturdy, but it had a fatal flaw.
The screw on the door bolt can be on the outside.
Banggeng took out a screwdriver and quickly removed the door latch, which naturally caused the lock to fall off as well.
Bang Geng carefully slipped into the house, making sure to put the lock in his pocket as well, so as not to leave any evidence.
After searching around the house for a while, they quickly found out where Qin Jingru had kept the money.
When I took the box out, I found quite a lot of money. Although they were all small bills, they added up to about seven or eight yuan.
He rolled up all the money and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he went into the inner room and rummaged through drawers and cabinets, but he couldn't find anything of value.
The television was too conspicuous, and he didn't dare move it.
Finally, he decided to go all the way and took Xu Damao's radio with him under his arm.
"..."
After leaving the courtyard, Banggeng immediately ran to Beixinqiao and sold the radio.
Xu Damao's family had a really nice radio, a "Global Brand HX114 Transistor Pocket Radio".
It was about the same size as a later 20,000 mAh power bank.
This is the latest model that was just released this year. It is powered by two size D batteries and costs 120 yuan!
But the bastard who received the goods only offered 20 yuan for the stick.
Banggeng was furious: "You? Do you think I'm some kind of country bumpkin?"
The person receiving the package didn't even give it a second glance: "Is this yours? I didn't want to call you out, but you're taking advantage of me."
After saying that, he threw the radio at me: "Take what you stole and get out of here. Also, I'm telling you right now, no one but me will dare to take your stolen goods!"
This kid kept saying it was stolen, that it was stolen goods, which made Bang Geng so angry he wanted to die with him.
There is a kind of anger and embarrassment that comes after a lie is exposed.
Unconvinced, Banggeng took the radio to several more places, and sure enough, no one was willing to accept it.
When people look at the radio and then at him, the more considerate ones will simply push it away.
There's someone with malicious intent who even tried to shut down the radio!
Clutching the radio, she wasn't going to give it back to him: "Is this yours? Do you look like someone who can afford this kind of radio? Fine, I'll do a good deed today and hand it over to the police officer for you."
Damn it, they're trying to steal from me!
The guy was still feeling smug when he suddenly felt something sharp pressing against his stomach.
Looking down, he saw Banggeng holding a switchblade to his stomach!
He was nearly scared out of his wits, and even wet himself: "Brother, let's talk this out, the radio is back, it's back..."
After leaving him, Bang Geng knew he couldn't stay in this place any longer.
This scoundrel suffered a loss at his hands; he might send someone to confront him later.
Having no other choice, I had to go back to the person I started with, thinking that 20 was fine, since it was stolen anyway, so it wasn't a loss.
But to everyone's surprise, when the man saw Banggeng return after going around in circles, still carrying the radio, he said, "10 yuan."
Banggeng almost lost his temper: "Didn't you give me 20 before?"
"What happened before? You've shown this radio to a lot of people, haven't you? Some people even had ulterior motives, right? This thing is no longer safe. Let me give you a piece of advice: someone might have already reported it to the police station. I'm only willing to take this risk and accept your things. Here's 10 yuan. If you want to sell, put the thing down. If you don't want to sell, take the thing and go somewhere cool."
Banggeng glanced at his ten-yuan note, then at the radio in his hand, glared at him resentfully, and left.
A short while later, the man who had been held at knifepoint by Banggeng came over: "Yu Jun, do you know what kind of guy that is?"
Yu Jun shook his head: "Even you can tell that his thing was stolen. If he wanted to sell it, he would definitely need to find an unfamiliar place, right?"
The man grew increasingly angry and spat heavily on the ground: "Damn it, I'm going to the police station to report him right now!"
"..."
After leaving Beixinqiao, Banggeng felt increasingly lost.
This radio is clearly a good thing, so why has it become a hot potato?
Yu Jun's words made him realize that the more people who had seen this thing, the greater the risk to him.
When Qin Jingru comes back at noon and finds that things are missing from the house, she'll definitely make a scene!
If it turns out he stole it, then we'll be in big trouble.
What should I do? Banggeng was so anxious that he paced around in circles.
Undeterred, Bang Geng went to another place and found someone who was somewhat well-known in the area. The two went to a secluded spot, and Bang Geng handed over the radio: "Do you like it?"
The man took the radio, turned it on, tested it, and seeing that it worked fine, asked him, "How much are you planning to sell it for?"
"50!"
Upon hearing this, the man returned the radio to Bang Geng, saying, "Here you go."
Banggeng panicked: "No! How much are you going to give me? Name your price!"
The man thought for a moment and said, "30, that's the most I can go. This stuff is way too risky."
30 is 10 yuan more than 20; but it still falls far short of Bang Geng's expectations.
But he was also afraid that things might get complicated and he might not even be able to sell it for 30, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "Fine, 30 it is!"
After exchanging money and goods, Banggeng counted his 30 yuan and left the place.
Now that he has money, he's decided not to go back to the courtyard house for the next couple of days.
Even if Qin Jingru makes a scene, so what? He still has his mother and grandmother...
As for himself, Bang Geng isn't worried at all.
He said he went to another city to do business with a friend, and just returned after two days. That's an alibi!
Besides, Qin Jingru is his aunt. Would he really call the police over a broken radio?
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